Aria’s POVThe doorbell rang just as I was finishing up my coffee. My first instinct was to ignore it—I didn’t have the energy for any unexpected visitors today. But the doorbell rang again, more insistent this time. Sighing, I set my mug down and opened the door. Liam stood there, holding a larg
Liam’s POVThe hum of voices filled the ballroom, but all I could focus on was Logan, standing across the room, laughing with a group of colleagues.The past few days had been a blur of questions, doubts, and more questions. I couldn’t let it go any longer. Tonight, I was going to get the truth from
The door swung open almost immediately, and Joe’s face lit up when he saw me. “Liam!” he shouted, practically bouncing on his toes. “Mom! Liam’s here!” I forced a smile. “Hey, buddy,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Guess what?” Joe beamed, his excitement contagious. “Mom’s trying to fin
Liam’s POV I was halfway through reviewing a contract when a soft knock echoed on my office door. Before I could look up, my assistant stepped inside.Her usual brisk and efficient manner was muted, almost hesitant. That wasn’t a good sign.“Liam,” she started, holding a thin file folder in her ha
“I assure you, we are more than capable of delivering—”“Are you?” the client interrupted again, his voice cold. “Because from where I’m sitting, it doesn’t look that way.”The silence that followed was deafening. I swallowed hard, my mind racing to find a way to salvage the situation, but nothing c
Aria’s POVA knock on the door startled me to my feet. It was late– past Joe’s bedtime. I couldn’t imagine who would think to come at this hour.Pulling the front door open, I was startled to find Liam on the otherside. I could see the exhaustion in his eyes, but there was something else too—a deter
Aria’s POVInviting William over after school has become second nature at this point. What started as a few casual afternoons where he tagged along with Joe has turned into something more regular.Sophia’s either late or doesn’t show up on time to pick him up, so it’s almost like William’s become a
"I don’t know, Logan," I say, glancing down at the papers scattered across my desk. "I need time to figure things out."He stands up, smoothing out his shirt. "Tell you what—let me take you out this weekend. No pressure, just a chance to make up for some of the things I got wrong. What do you say?"