Jacob chickened out immediately at the stare of Liam's. pouty, he murmured. "So what I got a problem?" Had you ever been democratic? They stood close together so that Liam caught his complain. He smiled. "Feel free to say it if you have a problem." Jacob looked like he had seen a ghost. "Really?" "Of course... if you're not afraid of death, say whatever you want to say." Jacob felt comforted when he heard "of course", Liam is still that Liam, he still has a sense of human rights, love hasn't blinded him yet. But when Liam proceeded, his heart fell from the sky and shattered into pieces. He ought to know... he should never have any hope. Seemingly, Liam was democratic, but actually... Those who obey live, and who defies die. Tyrant! All those thought happened just in a blink. Soon Jacob came back to himself and surrendered to his fate. At his post, he muttered. "We workers suffer when someone miss his love." To Jacob's sighs and complains, Liam paid a curt smile. He di
"Li... Liam." The cold expression of his told Rita that he must had mistaken. Hurriedly, she thrust Oliver away and explained. "Liam, listen to me, it's not what you saw, I did not do anything with him." "So there's some problem with my eyes?" Liam threw back. "Nah, I mean..." "You lied, sweetie. You just kissed me, how can you deny it." Oliver uttered while Rita was racking her brain to think of a proper explanation, his tone accusing. "Sweetie, you're a bad girl." Rita could feel jealousy seeping out from Liam. Her back was stiff was she saw that dark face of her boyfriends, she whirled abruptly to rebuke Oliver. "Stop raving, you mad drunkie! I... hey! Don't you fall asleep, you have to explain this!" She reached her hands out to sway the Oliver, trying to keep him awake but failing. Oliver just tell asleep. Rita froze. Hello? Seriously? You can't do me like that! How is she going to explain to Liam now? How is she going to end this farce? Oh, god! Please! Take
Now that Isabelle had said the words "birth father", Rita didn't need to ask to know what the results were from the other report. Without a doubt, they were blood related. At the end of the day... they were father and daughter. Rita couldn't help her curiosity towards this "birth father" of hers. "Isabelle, could you look up... what his name is?" "Jackson Brooks Isabelle looked at her computer and answered honestly. Jackson Brooks?! Hearing the familiar name, Rita's pupils shrank. Shock and confusion ran through her eyes. "What a coincidence - it's him?" "What, you know the man?" Isabelle asked curiously. "Can't really say I know him." She'd only seen him once. Three years ago, Liam had gotten in a serious accident when his car malfunctioned and collided with the car in front. The accident had injured Liams skull and put him in a coma for days, while the female driver of the car hed hit had died of her wounds. And this Jackson Brooks... was that driver's husband. Tha
As the two were in the heat of the moment, the phone rang out again. And the caller was none other than her father Noah. Rita stared at the screen for several seconds, then finally picked up the phone, saying with a sweet "hello", "Early for you to be calling, Dad, what is it?" As she spoke, she leant her soft body back against the man's embrace, letting him support her entire being. Liam hugged the woman in his arms to him lightly, willingly acting as her pillow. "It's your mother's birthday, Rita. If you're free, why don't you come over for a meal to celebrate?" Hearing her father's cautious question over the line, Rita's heart sank. A bad feeling started roiling in her gut. Ever since shed been old enough to know things, her mother had been at odds with Amelia. Add to that the fact that her father was too much of a good son to disobey her grandmother, her mother Zoe hadn't really celebrated her birthday every year. So what was it with this year? Rita's brow knotted, and
"Watch out!" Accompanied with an urgent cry, Rita's body was sent clear. The chandelier fell square on Liam's body. Glass shards splashed everywhere, some clattering to Rita's feet red with blood. She steadied herself and looked up at Liam, who'd pushed her away. The man lay on the ground, pale, a flower of blood blossoming on his injured arm, red against his white shirt. Dazed, her heart leapt into her throat. "L... Liam?!" Liam lay on the cold ground, gazing weakly at Rita. His bloodless lips curved triumphantly. "G... good, you're not injured." He was this hurt, but still worrying about her! Dummy. Liam Wilson, you giant dummy. Rita's eyes reddened. "Don't speak or move around, you dummy. I'm calling the police now. I'm calling the police right now." The more she panicked, the more her hand shook. Before she could dial the full number, the man had fainted from his wounds. "Liam? Liam!" Seeing the lack of reply, Rita grew even more panicked. She looked up pleadingl
When Michael got Rita's text, his pupils expanded, full of joy. Shed agreed. She'd agreed to marry him. It was the result of a threat, yes, but Michael was happy as could be. He typed up and deleted his message over and over until he simply sent out: "Made up your mind?" Soon, he received her reply. "Yes. But I need half a month to settle everything I've got going with Liam and the Brown family. I'll come register for marriage with you in half a month." Half a month? Was Rita stalling? That was a legitimate worry, but Michael agreed to it anyway. Standing in front of his panel window, he swirled the wine in his hand, looking at the dark red liquid swishing about under his control, and smirked. "It's just fifteen days. What can a little girl do in that time?" Even if she had some kind of plan in this fortnight, hed deal with it as they came. This time, he was going to have her. Not just the girl he liked, but everything the Browns, the Burkes and the Wilsons owed him, he
Hearing that, Liam's pupils shrank on the bed. "Say that again, Rita!" The man's face was sunken, each syllable dripping with anger. In an instant, a massive pressure emanated throughout the room. Even though she'd been prepared, faced with his intimidating glare, Rita's spine ran cold with sweat. She forced herself to remain calm and spoke. "I said, I've had my fill of fun. I'm done. Let's break up, Liam!" Liam's deathly stare centred on Rita as she repeated what she'd said, his hands crumpling his covers. She'd been laughing yesterday over how he ought to propose before getting remarried, but just one night later, they were breaking up. The usually collected man flew into a rage. "The reason!" Faced with his demand, Rita wasn't surprised. As he'd slept through the night, she'd thought over everything he'd go through already, and of course, she had an excuse ready. She shrugged nonchalantly. "I loved you so much in the beginning, but because of a misunderstanding, you des
After Jacob left, Liam rested against the bed. But after he closed his eyes, all that echoed in his ears was just those words of Rita. "I've never loved you!" "I'm just getting back at you!" "Liam, Let's end here." Even if he didn't believe a word of this, it's still like a needle stabbing him, extremely painful. He thought he had good emotional control, but today his calm that he was proud of was like nothing because of that girl. There was no indifferent person in this world, if there was, it's just because he never met a person he really loved. The more indifferent and rational he was, once he fell in love, he would not able to get over it, ever. Liam laughed bitterly, covering his heart, and slightly closed his eyes, "Rita, no matter what the truth is, I will never let you go this time, never!" Even if, she was telling the truth. And he wouldn't let her go. He wanted to keep her with him even if he needed to tie her down. Liam had never found that once it came to Ri