Aliya’s POV “No one touches my wife. Next time you try this, you’d be eating through a pipe.” Nick’s words startled me, and it sure startled everyone else. We weren’t even married yet, and he was already standing up for me. Who is this man? It’s funny how I walked into a bathroom and met the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life, and trust me, I had seen a lot of men. For a second, I had forgotten I should be scared because a man was in the ladies’ room, but I stood there feasting my eyes on his body. His face was finely chiseled, perfect height, a lot taller than me and Philip combined, a nicely drawn tattoo on his left hand. My eyes railed from his chest to his torso, and that was when I remembered to scream. He ran towards me, closing my mouth, and I couldn’t help but stare into his striking eyes, a blend of blue and grey. “How dare you speak to my fiancé that way? Do you know who I am, you incompetent fool?” Philip growled, snapping me back to reali
Liam’s POVAs she handed me her house address, I couldn’t understand why she’d let a man speak to her that way. It’s not like I cared what happened to her; I just found it disrespectful how a lowlife could speak to an heiress like that. Did she really not tell him who she was? Because he seemed clueless.I took the card from her hand, staring down at her hazel eyes, and a smirk formed on my lips. If only she knew the person she was dealing with right now, a cheating ex would be the least of her problems.She didn’t wait for another word as she got into her car and drove away.“Boss, I must say, what you’re wearing is ugly,” Posh said, emerging from behind me while I stared at her moving car. He wasn’t wrong. It was quality, but not my style.“Let’s go. I have some things to take care of before meeting her later at her place,” I said, walking toward my sleek black SUV with Posh trailing behind me.“You’re walking into the enemy’s territory, boss. Why don’t we just get it over with now?
Liam’s POVI had completely forgotten I asked my men earlier today to find Vinichi’s first daughter and give her father a good scare before I bumped into her at the restaurant. The dumb idiots were only supposed to pass on a message, but they almost assaulted her.Aliya’s hands were trembling as they gripped my shirt tightly. Her sobs echoed in the room, each tear soaking into my clothes.“Shh,” I murmured, patting her back softly. For a second, I almost felt human, but this wasn’t the time for guilt to surface.“I don’t know who they were, Nick. They broke in and—” She couldn’t even finish her sentence. Her voice cracked, and she clung to me even tighter. I didn’t think she had it in her to hug me this tight because earlier it seemed as though she’d never need my help.“Don’t speak,” I said firmly, but not harshly. My hand brushed the hair from her tear-streaked face as I stared down at her. Those hazel eyes, glassy and red-rimmed, gazed up at me, so full of trust it made me sick to
Aliya’s POVI couldn’t let Nick know how thankful I was to him for showing up when I had no one to save me. Those men almost violated me, and that would have destroyed me, but he saved me and never left my side.I know I was being a brat, but letting my guard down again wasn’t something I was willing to do. Our relationship was clearly contracted. He worked for me, I paid him—it shouldn’t be that difficult, right?As we drove into my dad’s mansion, my heartbeat quickened. I knew I shouldn’t care what they thought, but I still felt the need to prove that I didn’t live for their love—especially since they clearly had none for me.The car came to a halt, and I couldn’t understand why Nick didn’t seem amazed at the size of this estate. Anyone who got in here always had their mouths hanging open, but him—it seemed he wasn’t impressed. Not like I was aiming to impress him, but he ought to be.“Don’t say anything unless you’re being asked a question. I can’t risk you spoiling my plans. But i
Aliya’s POV“Please hand me your phone, Aliya.” Nick stretched out his hand, confusing me even more in my state of shock. I opened my car door and stepped out, leaning on it as I wiped away my tears. This was the second time in just one day that Nick had seen me cry, and it was embarrassing.“What do you need my phone for?” I asked, my voice hoarse and still shaky from crying.Veins ran through his forehead like lightning as he stared into my eyes. “I know we’re not close, and we barely know each other, but trust me—just hand it over. Let me take care of this.”Was he crazy? He was right in stating that we barely knew each other, but here he was thinking he could handle a problem like this just because he might have saved me one or two times.“I just want to give him a warning, and I have friends who can make sure the picture goes away,” he explained, making me even more furious.“You want me to hand you a phone that has my naked pictures so you can warn the sender? Does that make any
Liam’s POV It was funny and crazy that she thought I cared about her little outburst the previous night. She had called me broke in many ways, but jokes on her—her family’s wealth came second to mine. It has always been that way, and it’ll always be that way. When I had asked for her phone, I honestly didn’t want to take a look at the picture Philip had sent. I had wanted to warn him, but then I realized she would think the worst of me, so I didn’t press the matter further. But when she lashed out at me continuously, I tried so hard not to hold her by the neck and strangle her till she lost her little life. As I walked away from the temptation, I couldn’t help but wonder why she’d choose to make someone like Philip her fiancé, who has done nothing but insult her. Once inside my room, I made sure to shut the door tight, and then I called up Posh immediately. “Yes, boss?” he responded. “I want to know everything about Philip, the guy who harassed Aliya at the restaurant ye
Liam’s POV“What are you doing here, Brooke?” I arched a brow, and she smiled.“What if Aliya finds out about—” I began, but she cut me off.“Cut me some slack, Liam, or should I say Nick?” She chuckled, sauntering toward me before wrapping her arms around my neck. “I’ve missed you. I knew if I told you I was coming over, you’d turn me down,” Brooke murmured, and I rolled my eyes.I pulled away from her embrace. “Still, it’s risky,” I pointed out as she brushed past me, heading toward the bar. She poured herself a glass of scotch and downed it in one go before turning back to me.“You know how much I hate working for Aliya. When she came back with you that day from the bathroom, I nearly choked on my own saliva. How could you have accepted her dumb idea of marriage? Did you even think about what this meant?” she questioned, her voice laced with disappointment.“An opportunity presented itself, and I took it,” I replied simply. Brooke had always been the impulsive one, yet here she was
Aliya’s POVMy head throbbed with pain as I struggled to pry my eyes open. The light was blinding, forcing me to press my fingers against my temples.“What happened?” I muttered to myself, trying to sit upright.When my vision finally cleared, I was met with the sight of the most handsome man, dressed in a white T-shirt and sweatpants, staring at me with that playful smirk that never seemed to leave his face.“You’re awake,” he remarked before turning and walking out of my bedroom without waiting for a response.I managed to sit up, though it still felt as if a herd of elephants were trampling through my skull. Nick walked back in, this time carrying a glass of water.“Here, this should help with the pain,” he offered, handing me the glass along with a pill.I never wanted his help in any way, but if this headache persisted, I might actually lose my memory from how intense it was.As I reached for the glass, his fingers brushed against mine, making my heart race faster than usual. For
Aliya’s POVMy eyes fluttered open as the brightness of the morning light and a familiar scent enveloped me. A smile tugged at my lips as I turned to the other side of the bed to find my boyfriend—yes, my boyfriend—with that perfect grin on his face.“Good morning,” Nick greeted, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me in for a kiss.“Good morning, Nick,” I replied, breaking free from our kiss.Last night had been absolute chaos. Dad had shown up with his dumb revelation about Camille being his daughter and tried to force me to get her out.But Nick had wiped away that memory completely when he buried his head between my legs and explored my insides with his tongue.Whatever they had going on in that family was no longer an Aliya’s problem. If Dad wanted to claim someone else as his daughter, then they could have the title. Besides I’d already given it up without an ounce of regret.“You’re so beautiful,” Nick murmured as he tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear. “I can’t
Third Person’s POVVinichi sped off to the prison cell after receiving the text message about Camille’s release. He had received some help, and only now did he begin to wonder who the mysterious person was.He stood in the waiting area, running a hand through his sleek white hair and gently tapping his leg in anticipation, while his mind spiraled with thoughts of how he was going to tell Camille who he was.“Fuck!” he muttered, stopping the tapping and letting out a dry laugh. “Who am I kidding? Any girl her age would run at the opportunity of becoming a Van Alen overnight. This shouldn’t be too difficult.”He raised his hand and checked his watch before heading abruptly to the counter where a bald-headed policeman stood.“I’ve been here for almost five minutes,” Vinichi snapped, startling the man. “How long does it take to get her out of there?!”“I’m so sorry, Mr. Van Alen,” the officer stammered, trembling at the mere sight of a man who apparently had nothing on him anymore, yet st
Third Person’s POV “Damn that Aliya!” Vinichi growled as he stepped into his home, startling his wife, Maria, and daughter, Nala. “Jeez!” Maria rose lazily from the couch. “What’s all the fuss about?” “Yeah, Dad, what did she do this time?” Nala added. Vinichi paced the living room for a while before slumping into a seat. His body burned with the memory of what had just happened. “Where are the damn maids?” he bellowed. “Someone get me a bag of ice.” “Oh my God!” Maria gasped. “I didn’t even realize how battered your jaw was. Who did that to you?” The maid hurried back with a bag of ice on a tray, shakily placed it on the table, and scurried away, trying to avoid Vinichi’s wrath. “Dad, who did this?” Nala prodded, her expression filled with concern as she picked up the bag of ice and gently pressed it against Vinichi’s cheek. “Aliya’s weakling of a husband,” he grumbled, wincing as pain radiated from his swollen jaw. “And she just stood there and did nothing?” Ma
Aliya’s POV I froze, eyes wide, unable to utter another word as I stared at the man I called father—the man who had completely changed, almost as if he died and was reincarnated. And now he stood here, telling me I should release my sister? “You meant my ex-friend, right?” I asked, trying to convince myself I hadn’t heard him properly. “No, Aliya. Your sister—my daughter. Camille is a Van Alen. She shouldn’t be in that place for criminals,” he insisted, his face stern like he hadn’t just blurted out a shocking statement. “Well, then, I guess Beyoncé is my cousin, right?” I laughed, but his expression remained the same. I shook my head, turning to Nick, who had an unreadable expression. Then I let out a low laugh again. “Hold up. So you’re saying Camille—the woman who backstabbed me and posted horrible stuff—is my sister? And what you want is for me to let her go?” “My English is plain, Aliya,” he said. “I’m also here because you never showed up for the family dinner I in
Liam’s POV“Boss, are you certain this is how you want it to end?” Posh halted, cocking a brow. “You’ve planned for years.”“All I know is I can’t lose her—especially not to my desire for vengeance on her family,” I responded, placing the cutlery on the table.I had called Posh over to help me set up the house for a beautiful dinner. There was no doubt—I couldn’t breathe when Aliya resented me, so I had to make things right. This time, I would do everything the right way.“So you’ll tell her who you really are and what your actual purpose was in her life?” Posh asked. For the first time since he started questioning me that evening, I had nothing to say.I paused, my throat tightening as my mind ran in circles. Do I really have to tell her everything? I know I’m trying to make things right, but the last time I tried, we almost got into an accident. Maybe that was my sign—things would go horribly wrong if I blurted out the truth.“Boss?” Posh called, snapping me out of my reverie.I str
Aliya’s POVNick stared at me, ready to open his mouth when suddenly, a loud horn broke the silence. He stepped on the brakes, and we lurched forward.“Damn it!” Nick yelled, punching the steering wheel before turning to me.“Oh my goodness, Aliya, are you okay?” he asked, reaching out to me, but I pulled my hand away.“I’m fine, Nick. Just concentrate on driving so we don’t get into something worse,” I said, turning my attention back to the window.He quickly averted his gaze from his suspended hand and stepped on the gas again, driving slowly.“I still haven’t told you who I am,” Nick said.“Save it,” I muttered, keeping my eyes glued to the window.“But Aliya, you don’t understand, I’m…” he tried to say, but I turned, shooting daggers with my eyes.“There’s nothing to understand about you, Nick,” I growled. “The only thing I have in mind about you is that you don’t care about the people who love you. So whoever you are doesn’t matter. “Your character speaks for all that you are.”S
Aliya’s POV“Let go of me!” I screamed, struggling to break free from the closing darkness.“Stop screaming, Aliya. It’s just me,” a very familiar voice said, making my stomach twist even more in fear.I didn’t know if that was an attempt to make me struggle less, but if it was, then it was horrible as hell.Suddenly, the lights flickered on, and I was met with the stupid face of my lying, cheating, ungrateful bastard of an ex-boyfriend, Philip.My fear twisted into disgust and anger as I continued to struggle against his grip.“Of all the people who could think to kidnap me, it can’t be you. I’d rather be kidnapped by a deadly mafia gang than Philip Parker,” I snapped, glaring daggers at him as he slowly released his hold on me.“I’m sorry you feel that way, Aliya, but I didn’t come here to hurt you,” he muttered, straightening his rumpled hair.“So, the light mysteriously turned itself off, and you grabbed me by the arm. What else is that called if not an attempt to hurt someone?” I
Aliya’s POVI stood before my floor-length mirror, fastening the buttons of my blouse when my eyes drifted to my belly. Slowly, I placed my hand on it, rubbing gently as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I fought them back.The doctor’s words flashed through my mind for a split second. I was infertile, and never would I have a child to call my own. I had wanted to take my life, but instead, I took that of my innocent baby.I stared at the broken reflection before me, unsure whether to just sit back and give up fighting or continue as if nothing had happened. As I battled with my emotions, a knock on the door jolted me.“Aliya,” Nick said, closing the door slightly behind him as he stepped toward me.“Good morning,” I replied, not taking my eyes off the mirror.“You’re all dressed up,” he noted, scanning my body with a frown. “Going somewhere?”“Yes. I have a company to run, remember?” I responded.“But you’re not fine yet,” he argued.“Says who exactly?” I shot back, my gaz
Liam’s POVThe thought of having my own family one day had never crossed my mind. All I could think about my entire life was revenge on the Van Alen family for making my family’s life miserable, and it seemed like my quest for vengeance had taken a toll on me. I lost my unborn baby because of it and drove the woman I love into darkness.It had been two days since Aliya was finally released from the hospital, and it had been two days of long silence. She wouldn’t speak or eat, wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t leave her room. It hurt to see her this way, but what hurt the most was knowing I played a vital roll in her pain she went through.The bubbly sound of the soup pot pulled me from my reverie. Immediately, I turned off the stove and continued shredding some chicken. Once I was done, I poured the soup into a bowl, made some sandwiches, and arranged everything on the tray.My grip tightened around it as I made my way upstairs to Aliya’s bedroom. I exhaled deeply at the door before pushing it o