Liam's POVThree years ago...It was a year now since I lost my sister, Lizzy. But, the pain I felt was still as evergreen as the day I got the news of her death. Lizzy left me and a part of me did too. When she died, I kind of did too. I became a walking corpse and a pathetic shadow of myself.I was so lost and devastated, depression had never welcomed me with wide, open arms like it did when Lizzy died. When I had seen her laying lifeless, her skin pale and her face devoid of the radiance and happiness she had always worn, I broke down. I broke down and I wailed like a broken animal. That was just what I was without Lizzy by my side.I didn't care about who was watching and I didn't care about how I looked like an imbecile while I cried that day. I didn't even remember my own words about how men shouldn't cry and shit like that. When grief struck me, I forgot how to be strong, how to be a 'man' and how to go on living like I used to.As cliché as it sounded, my sister, Lizzy was my
Bianca's POVI wasn't really a fan of weddings but my girl was getting married today so not attending was out of the question. Nicole and I had been friends for over a year now and we had grown pretty close. I met her on the set of a rom com we shot two years ago in Las Vegas. We had played two best friends who went toe to toe with each other over a guy that turned out to be gay in the end.While I didn't give a fuck about weddings and wasn't into marriages, Nicole was a hopeless romantic, a lovemonger and a wedding enthusiast. She might as well be a marriage advocate. She wouldn't shut up about love, marriage and stupid shit like that. She knew those topics irked me but she never keep quiet about them, intentionally trying to get on my nerves.I wasn't all that excited when Nicole called to inform me about her wedding but I was happy for her nonetheless. She had asked if I could be her maid of honour and not surprising to her, I had politely declined. That was among the many things I
Liam's POVBianca sashayed down the stairs in what I believed they called a mermaid dress. It was pale blue, pretty long and so tight-fitted, her curves melted into the dress. Her blonde hair was curled up and pinned with a few strands left to dangle in the front.Her face had been caked nicely and her lips were covered in a fine shade of nude lipstick that it was almost not noticeable. I knew quite well the instant I saw them and I was only able to tell not just because I had seen her without makeup on but also because I had gotten a chance to see her natural lips up close that day she kissed me by the pool.Bianca wasn't even wearing a bra underneath and this was easy to tell since her boobs jiggled in rhythm with her footsteps. And her nipples were visibly kissing the silky dress, they were hard and protruding and everyone could see that.Bianca seemed to like it. She had a smug expression on her face as she finally got down the staircase and I wasn't in any way surprised. She was
Bianca's POVNicole really outdid herself. The place had been beautifully and painstakingly decorated. It was quite obvious and was as clear as day. When I had arrived at the venue for the wedding and came out of my car, I was completely wowed. I had expected an exquisite decor as I knew Nicole had long been dreaming of the perfect fairytale wedding and she had great taste.Well, the decor was exceptional and it beat my expectations. Hats off to Nicole, she did a fine job. The wedding was held at a large flower garden. From what I'd heard, it belonged to her husband to be and I had also heard he was filthy rich. I didn't know much about him except for his name – Frederick and the fact that he was a billionaire. Rumours had it that he came from a long line of royalties.Fredrick was a very private man and didn't care for the spotlight at all but I had a feeling the spotlight loved him a lot. However, he did a great job keeping his affairs private and his business away from the world an
Bianca's POVI'd thought I was running late. It was thirty minutes since I had gotten here and there was no sign of the bride or the groom. Could Nicole had gotten cold feet? I thought. I didn't think so. That could never be Nicole. She was someone who seemed to have been living for this moment. I knew since she was never quiet about her big day.And when she had gotten engaged, the whole internet was flooded with pictures and videos from the engagement scene. Despite Fredrick's introverted nature and him not being into things that attracted the paparazzi, he'd decided to make the moment memorable for Nicole. He knew his girlfriend better than anyone did and made sure to pop the question in a grand style befitting of a woman like Nicole Odion.Fredrick had proposed to her by the Eiffel Tower. The words "Will You Marry Me, Nicole Odion?" had appeared in the form of fireworks shooting up in the night sky and as soon as she said yes, thousands of confetti dropped from an airplane right o
Liam's POVI didn't think I'd ever meet her again. Nicole stopped walking and was staring at me almost as if she was looking at a ghost and I couldn't help but stare back at her with the same intensity. It had been ages since I last saw her. Who would have thought that we'd meet again on her wedding day?"Liam?" She had whispered softly, though loud enough for me to hear and for my mind to take a trip down memory lane.Nicole was my high school sweetheart, my first love, my first girlfriend, my first real best friend other than my sister and my first everything. We were born on the same day and in the same hospital. Our mothers met there and became best of friends. Nicole and I separated when we were just five after my parents decided to move to England. We grew up as pen pals, writing letters to each other every week without fail.Nicole and I reunited years later when we moved back to the United States years after my parents had died. We were about 18 then. We went to the same high
Liam's POVI could not believe my eyes. Nicole kissed me out of nowhere and that too, on her wedding day in front of all her guests. She didn't care how hurt her groom would feel. She didn't care about what people would say, how her name would be smeared in the mud for an act like this.Fans had a way of doing and saying terrible things about celebrities. And Nicole wasn't just anybody. She was a celebrity; a famous actress and television personality. She would definitely be made to pitifully regret her actions and tongues would never stop wagging.The whole place was thrown in a frenzy. A lot of people had stood up from their seats and some, enjoying the scene that played out in front of them. This was some kind of dumb romance film where the bride left her groom after suddenly realizing he wasn't the right one for her and ran off with the hero whom she now acknowledged she was actually in love with and wanted to spend the rest of her life with.But, in this case, there was no runnin
Bianca's POVI knew Nicole to be very dramatic. Yes, she was a drama queen but I neither knew to what extent nor had I ever expected this level of drama. She would have shaken the whole place and the internet of course if she had done something drastic on her wedding day.When she had stopped walking towards Fredrick and opted to stare at my bodyguard, for a second there I thought she was going to call off the wedding and elope with him like it happened in those romantic movies. The both of them definitely knew each other and it was so glaring, everyone could tell.The gaze she pinned on Liam spoke in loud volumes of a deep connection they had shared. I didn't know how they knew each other or how close they had been in the past but something was definitely up with those two. The way they both stared at each other was just too weird to ignore.I was damn sure I saw tears nudging at the corner of Nicole's eyes. And they were not those happy tears the bride shed as she looked at her husb
Bianca's POVMy life was slowly returning to normal since all the charges and accusation laid against me had been dropped. It wasn't easy but I was determined to go back to my happy self, to return to the lively, fun-loving Bianca who was all about living life to the fullest without any regret. I was finally healing from the pain and suffering I went through within the days I spent in that shithole. I was finally free.My career had been saved, in a way. But I knew it was still going to be affected by the stigma of everything. While I was in prison, some projects that I had been set to do had been withdrawn. Even Isabelline had denounced me as the face of Helen and Paris. The romantic comedy I was supposed to star in wasted no time replacing me with some other actress.It was crazy how the industry and the world worked. I hadn't even been pronounced as the killer, I hadn't even gone on trial yet they had already decided that I was responsible for Camden's murder. They had cut me off a
Bianca's POVI lost count of the days I spent in the cell and I was damn sure I lost weight too. Each day in prison was hell, every moment was torture. Diana brought me home cooked meals, my favourite, every single day but I couldn't bring myself to eat much. I only ate little and left the remaining to meet their fate. I was even surprised they let Diana bring me home."If you don't eat, you might die from malnutrition, Ma'am Bianca. You don't want to starve yourself to death, now do you? Remember you need all the strength and more importantly, you need to stay alive. Would you rather your dead body be dragged out of the cell, Ma'am Bianca? You need to stay alive if you wish to clear your name and that will happen soon enough, don't worry. Everything will be alright and you can return to your fun-filled life like nothing ever happened."Diana couldn't stop talking whenever she visited me. She would go and on, taking nonstop. And she said the same time every fucking time. It was always
Liam's POVIt had been a week since Bianca was arrested and refused bail. The whole thing was shitty and frustrating. I went to see her at the station countless of times but she wouldn't agree to meet with me. It got to a point where she asked the cops to never let me in anytime I asked to see her. It was that terrible and I was running out of options.I needed to do something to get Bianca out of that shithole and I needed to do it fast. I wasn't comfortable knowing that she had been sleeping in a cell for days. And I felt like a part of this was my fault. If I hadn't hurt her by choosing to ignore her and putting an end to what we had, then she never would have turned to Camden.And if she hadn't gone to Camden, she wouldn't have met with such an unfortunate thing. So everything was my fault, in fact. I began to resent myself for putting her in that condition. I felt so angry with myself to the point where I started despising myself.Now, Bianca was mad at me, she hated me and didn'
Liam's POVThey didn't let me see her. Those fucking cops didn't let me see Bianca. As soon as I heard she was arrested, I quickly went to meet her at the station but I wasn't let in. The police had said she wasn't allowed to receive visitors just yet. I was so infuriated I almost fought with them. I didn't leave on time, I stayed there for hours until I decided to see Bianca's lawyer.I spoke to her and she informed me that they were refusing to grant Bianca bail but she wasn't going to stop until they did. It wasn't enough. I didn't know what else to do but her word wasn't enough. It was so heartbreaking to see Bianca locked up like a community criminal. She was no criminal, she would never be able to do something like that. I was certain.Bianca wasn't behind Camden's death yet she was being punished for it. They said her fingerprints were found on the murder weapon but I knew it was nothing but bullshit. Someone was obviously framing her. I swore to find the person responsible an
Bianca's POVI was horrified by what I was seeing. I stayed on the floor, completely naked for almost a minute, not sure what to do IR how to react. It was a pretty ugly sight and my heart was pounding, my chest was tightening. I managed to get up on my feet and take a step closer to Camden's lifeless body. I put a hand over my mouth, still in utter shock.What the hell was going on?I didn't get on the bed, I just stood by the edge, taking one look at Camden. I saw how deep the knife had been buried into his neck and how his blood was spluttered all over the bed. Some parts of the bedsheets had gone from white to red. Tears began to pull in my eyes and I couldn't even get words to come out. I tried to call out his name pathetically but all that ripped out of my lips were series of broken gasps and heavy breathing.Judging by the looks of things, whoever did this to Camden was a brutal, coldblooded killer who deserved to rot in hell. But his punishment and whatever he deserved wasn't
Bianca's POVI was staring at Liam and he was staring right back at me. This was the first time in a long time we were doing this. These past few days, whenever our eyes met, one of us glanced away every single time so it felt weird that we now had our eyes locked on each other's. I was waiting for him to look away but it seemed he was also waiting for me to do the same.And that was how we found ourselves in an intense staring contest. Liam was standing close to our table, boldly gazing at me and I was sitting with Camden while my eyes were fixated on another man. The same man I had grown to love and had unintentionally fallen in love with.He was the same man who broke my heart in so many pieces that I could barely count but the most pathetic thing of all of this was that I still loved him so much and didn't think I would stop loving him anytime soon. Hell, I didn't want to stop loving him, never!And if he came to me right now and said he loved me and told me how much he regretted
Bianca's POV"Happy birthday, Bia darling!" My mother yelled and kissed me on my cheek. I was half asleep still laying on my bed.I forced my eyes open, it was still blurry and I was so exhausted. I felt extremely tired for no reason in particular and my body was kind of sore. I rubbed my eyes and sat up on the bed. I stretched my arms and yawned tiredly. I frowned as I met my mother's face. She was smiling at me, her grin was so wide, it went all the way to her ears.My mother's face was caked in makeup, she had eyebrows fillers, her lips were blood red and she smelt like she had emptied the whole bottle of my perfume on her body."Wait, did you use my perfume?" I asked her after taking a whiff of my expensive cologne lingering in the air and on her clothes. The perfume had been gifted to me by Camden.Camden and I were dating now. I was aware that I was rushing things, it hadn't been up to a month things between Liam and I went South. The both of us were never even dating in the fir
Liam's POVIt had been almost two weeks since Bianca and I had sex in my apartment and our relationship had turned sour. Only I was to blame for that, I alone was responsible. I remembered the pain she felt when I had told her that there was no us after ghosting her for six days.I felt like an asshole and it broke my heart to see her hurt that way. What's worse, it hurt even more knowing that I was responsible for her condition. I was responsible for putting her through the intense pain. I saw it on her face, how devastated she had been after I had broken her heart.When she had seen me the first time, she was so elated. I saw the excitement in her voice, it was evident. And it became even clearer when she had run up to me and had pulled me into a hug. I wanted to hug her back, God knew I fucking wanted to. I wanted to pull her into a tight hug, scoop her in my arms and tell her just how much I missed her.I wanted to kiss her like she had never been kissed before. I wanted to whisp
Bianca's POVI had never been as happy as I was now in my whole life. I felt this unadulterated joy and pure elation and I had been feeling this way since the previous night. I finally got what I wanted, I got Liam to make love to me and I was hopeful that this was the beginning of a new dawn for me and Liam.I was so certain that he loved me too. I got to see it in his actions last night. I felt it, I felt everything he wanted me to feel. It wasn't just a feeling of sexual attraction or lust, it was a lot more than that, it was real love. Every thrust he gave me told me how much he loved me and said everything that words could never be able to express. It was amazing, the feeling was sublime and indescribable.Last night, Liam made me feel like a woman and for the first time in my life, I made love to a man. I had never imagined that this was how it felt and I never ever thought that I would get to feel it. I had been thrown into spasms after spasms, I experienced climax after clima