Daniella’s POV The news spread faster than I could have imagined.By morning, every gossip tabloid and social media page was plastered with the story of Liam Gravalle’s new romance. It seemed everyone in the city had an opinion, a joke, or a taunt to share about the woman who had spent years chasing a dream that had finally shattered.Me.Matilda’s presence in his life was no secret now, and it wouldn’t be long before the whispers turned into full-blown declarations: the city’s golden bachelor was finally choosing his Luna. Of course, that Luna wasn’t me. I’d braced myself for pity, but nothing could prepare me for the sneers and barbs that followed me everywhere. **************Lunch meetings were the worst. Seated across from me was Miss Janet, one of Matilda’s closest friends. She didn’t bother hiding the smirk on her perfectly painted lips. “So, Daniella,” she began, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “What exactly went wrong? Couldn’t keep Liam interested?” I sw
Daniella’s POVSpeak of the devil.I turned my head at the sound of his voice. Liam stood a few feet away, his presence as commanding as ever. The sharp lines of his tailored suit complemented the confident set of his shoulders. His icy gray eyes searched mine with the kind of intensity that had once set my heart racing. Now, that gaze only left me cold.My lips curled into a polite smile—a mask I’d perfected over the years—but the warmth behind it was long gone.“Daniella,” he said, his tone smooth, calculated, almost as if he’d practiced this encounter. His hand extended naturally to take the shopping bag from my grasp, as though it were still his right to do so.“When are you free? Let’s have dinner together.”His words caught me off guard. My throat tightened, a mixture of disbelief and exasperation threatening to bubble over. Dinner? Did he honestly think a casual invitation could erase the sleepless nights, the constant ache in my chest, the humiliation?I swallowed back the an
Daniella’s Point of View Unrequited love was supposed to be bittersweet, wasn’t it? But to me, it felt more like a curse. I didn’t blame Liam for not loving me back—love couldn’t be forced. Yet, I couldn’t shake the deep sting of betrayal and humiliation that had festered for weeks.That was why I decided not to go to the hotel. Instead, I went home, poured myself a glass of wine, and began deleting every memory of Liam and me, one by one. Truth be told, there weren’t many photos to begin with—most of them I’d taken in secret. Back then, I used to cherish them. Now, it felt liberating to hit "delete." Oddly, we didn’t even have a single picture together, just the two of us. My chest still ached, but with each erased image, I felt a little lighter.My love for him had failed—just like my mum always said. “Finding someone you love who loves you back is the biggest miracle of all,” she used to tell me. She wasn’t wrong. Love could fade, grow silent, or twist into something ugly, but it
“What’s your problem?” I demanded, though my voice trembled despite my effort to sound firm. Liam opened his mouth, and sure enough, words I didn’t want to hear spilled out. His tone—sharp, clipped, and detached—was the one I despised most. He frowned, his expression unreadable to most, but not to me. After all these years, I knew exactly what that look meant. It was the face of someone who didn’t understand why I was talking so much all of a sudden. Why I couldn’t just leave things as they were. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to hold back the curse hovering on my tongue. I didn’t want to look at him—at that perfectly handsome face that now mirrored the disapproval he felt toward me. Disapproval for daring to want more than he was willing to give. Liam Gravalle. Billionaire. Perfect background. Perfect career. A man who had never once been denied anything in his life. And me? I was just his assistant. A glorified working slave who fetched his coffee, scheduled his meetin
The sheer audacity of his calmness snapped something inside me. He didn’t even acknowledge what I’d just said. Didn’t deny my accusations. Didn’t argue. He just sat there, staring at me with that detached expression, as if I were the irrational one.No matter how angry I got, how much I screamed or cried or held back, I was nothing more than a puzzle for him to solve. A minor inconvenience in his otherwise perfect life.Liam Garvalle didn’t love me. He didn’t want to be with me. He didn’t have me in his future plans.But he wouldn’t even give me the courtesy of saying, “I wish you well.”Instead, he needed me to keep repeating myself, to keep begging for scraps of understanding, to keep twisting myself into knots trying to figure out his intentions.What was the point? Was this my life now? To spend the rest of my years hopelessly in love with a man who couldn’t even pretend to care? To live for the fleeting moments when he’d let me into his bed, only to discard me again?I stared at
Daniella's POVIt had been two days since Liam’s infuriating declaration: "You can move in if you must."The words reverberated in my mind, stoking the flames of anger each time I replayed them. It wasn’t just the dismissive tone, but the sheer audacity behind them. In that moment, a bitter realization had struck me like a slap in the face: Liam hadn’t rejected me all these years because he didn’t care about me; he had rejected me because he didn’t respect me.The revelation hurt in a way that was almost physical, as if it were a weight pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe. I had spent years hoping—clinging to the idea that maybe he just didn’t know how to express his feelings, that beneath his cold demeanor, there was something worth salvaging. But no. Liam didn’t see me as an equal. He never had.In a fit of frustration, I had poured every last bottle of red wine in the house down the sink. Watching the dark liquid swirl away felt cathartic, as though I were flushing
Daniella’s POVLiam’s controlling nature is a beast of its own. He can’t stand the thought that anyone might leave him willingly. Maybe he doesn’t even realize it—it’s like some deep-rooted compulsion. He doesn’t know how to let go because he’s always been the one holding the reins. And now? Now he’s decided it’s “unfair” to me that Matilda can live in his house while I never have. As if that’s the issue. Suppose I do move in with him the way he wants. Let’s humor the idea for a second. It wouldn’t even take a month before Liam convinces himself he’s “made it up” to me. He’d pat himself on the back, thinking he’d done the honorable thing, and then he’d find some excuse to sweep me out again. I know this because I’ve loved him for ten years. I know everything about Liam. And Liam? He doesn’t love me enough to even try to know me. I took a shaky breath, my heart pounding in my chest, and forced myself to meet his gaze. “Let’s set aside the fact that your sister would never approve o
Liam's POVThe silence in my penthouse was deafening. The leather couch beneath me felt cold, and even the faint hum of the city outside the large glass windows couldn’t fill the void. I ran a hand through my hair, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. She left. Daniella Thornhill, the woman who had been my shadow for years, was gone. And why did it feel like I was the one who got dumped?It was absurd. I was Liam Garvalle. The man who called the shots controlled the boardrooms, and had women falling over themselves for a mere glance. Yet here I was, sitting alone in the aftermath of a departure I thought I wanted. My penthouse, with its modern design and carefully curated artwork, now felt like a museum—beautiful, but lifeless.I glanced at the desk in the corner, where Daniella had often sat, quietly going through files or planning my schedule. She had a way of blending in, making herself invisible unless I needed her. And yet, her absence now screamed louder than any argument we ever
Roy’s POVThe night was supposed to be Daniella’s.She had worked hard, sacrificed everything, and built herself back up from nothing. This store was more than just a business; it was proof that she had survived, that she had taken the shattered pieces of her past and turned them into something beautiful.And then Liam Garvalle had to go and ruin it.I had watched it unfold in real-time, standing helplessly as Daniella’s world crumbled again. The second that bastard dropped to one knee and pulled out that ring for Matilda, the air had been sucked out of the room.I saw the way Daniella froze, the way her fingers trembled around the champagne glass she had been holding. Her lips had parted slightly, but no words came out. Her entire body locked up like she had been transported back in time, forced to relive all the pain he had put her through.She had been so strong.She had smiled through his cold rejection, endured his indifference, and when she had finally, finally moved on, he had
Daniella’s POVThe night had been perfect.The grand opening of Joshill Jewelers had exceeded my expectations. The boutique was filled with influential guests, business moguls, and high-profile clients, all marveling at the craftsmanship of our designs. I had spent the evening moving from conversation to conversation, gracefully accepting compliments, and basking in the success of everything I had built from nothing.This was my moment.My rebirth.But then, he came.Liam Garvalle.I felt his presence before I even saw him.It was an unsettling thing, how my body still reacted to him, how my senses recognized him even before my eyes landed on his tall, commanding figure. He hadn’t changed. If anything, he looked sharper, crueler. The crisp black suit molded to his powerful frame, his piercing eyes scanning the crowd with an arrogance that hadn’t dimmed in the slightest.I swallowed hard and turned away, pretending I hadn’t seen him.Not tonight.Not when I had fought so hard to move p
Daniella’s POVA surreal feeling so overwhelming filled me as soon as I stepped into my boutique, my heart pounding with excitement and nervous anticipation. Tonight was the night—the grand opening of Joshill Jewelers, my dream brought to life. Everything was perfect—from the elegant golden chandeliers casting warm light over the polished glass display cases to the soft classical music playing in the background. The staff moved around with precision, making last-minute adjustments, and outside, I could already hear the growing murmur of the guests arriving. This was it. I had worked for this moment. I had bled for this moment. And yet, standing here, dressed in an elegant champagne-colored gown, my fingers grazing the delicate necklace I had designed myself, I felt the familiar tug of the past creeping in. New York. The city I had fled from. The place where I had once lost myself—where I had loved a man who never loved me back.The memories hit me even though they were u
LIAM’S POVI stood frozen in place, fists clenched at my sides as I watched Daniella walk away, her back straight, her posture unwavering, as if our exchange hadn’t affected her in the slightest. My jaw tightened, and my wolf snarled in frustration.Daniella Thornhill.She was infuriating.That cold, detached tone. The way she had called me “Mr. Garvalle,” as if I was nothing more than a stranger. The condescending smirk on her lips before she turned her back on me. It was like she was deliberately mocking me, rubbing salt into wounds I didn’t even realize I had.I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through my hair. My pride was bruised, my patience worn thin. My entire body hummed with anger, my wolf restless beneath my skin, itching to lash out.She had slapped me.She had actually slapped me.And I had let her.I should have put her in her place. I should have said something to cut through her icy indifference. But instead, I had watched her walk away like some defeated fool.I reach
LIAM’S POVI moved through the lavish space with a practiced indifference, my eyes scanning the crowd as I sipped from my glass of whiskey. The moment I spotted her standing alone by one of the tall windows, my body tensed. It had been years since I had seen her up close, and damn if Daniella Thornhill didn’t look as effortlessly stunning as ever.I approached her silently, my steps measured and deliberate. She was lost in thought, her gaze focused on the city lights beyond the glass, her figure poised and elegant. I stopped just behind her, close enough to let my presence be known, and when she finally turned, my lips curled into a smirk.“You look good,” I murmured, my voice dripping with the same arrogant confidence I had always wielded around her.Daniella didn’t flinch, nor did she let any surprise cross her face. Instead, she met my gaze with cold, unreadable eyes. “Thank you, Mr. Garvalle,” she replied smoothly, her tone formal, distant.The polite address sent an immediate fla
LIAM'S POVThe decision had already been made. No matter how much it frustrated me, no matter how much my gut twisted in protest, I had made my choice. The pack came first. Always.As I stepped out of my car in front of the grand new jewelry store, I let out a slow breath, collecting my thoughts. The city was alive tonight, filled with flashing cameras, the hum of conversations, and the steady beat of luxury and wealth converging on one of the most anticipated store openings of the year. The brand had already built an impressive reputation, known for exquisite craftsmanship, rare gemstones, and unparalleled elegance. I wasn’t the type to indulge in such events, but attending tonight served a purpose.It was the kind of event Matilda would have insisted on attending, and for a fleeting moment, I was glad she had been too preoccupied with something else to accompany me.The evening air buzzed with anticipation. There were flashes from photographers, murmurs of admiration from guests dre
I was now sure that their was a gang up against me because as soon as my mother and her entourage left, my phone rang. The moment I saw Alpha Seth’s name flashing on the screen, a deep sigh left my lips. I had expected this call. The man had been pressing for an official mating between Matilda and me for years, and after the Paris trip, which had been more of a test of patience than a vacation, I knew he wouldn’t wait much longer.I considered ignoring it, but I knew better. Alpha Seth was not the kind of man who took silence as an answer. With a clenched jaw, I swiped to accept the call and put the phone to my ear.“Alpha Seth.” My voice was calm, and measured.“Liam,” his voice boomed through the speaker, all pretense of pleasantries discarded. “I assume you’re back from your little vacation with my daughter.”I closed my eyes briefly, exhaling slowly. “Yes, we are back in the city.”“Good. Then I take it you’ve finally come to your senses and are ready to mate Matilda and make her
LIAMS POVThe flight back to New York felt longer than it should have. Paris had been exhausting, not because of the city itself but because of Matilda. She had been insufferable, whining about how I wasn’t paying enough attention to her, complaining about how I still hadn’t marked her, and bringing up Daniella’s name far too many times for my liking.I had thought a lavish trip, designer shopping sprees, and five-star dining would pacify her—like it always did. But this time, she was relentless. The moment we landed, I wanted nothing more than to return to my penthouse, pour myself a drink, and have some goddamn peace.As soon as the car pulled up to my estate, I stepped out without offering Matilda so much as a glance. I could hear her irritated huff behind me, but I didn’t care. But the second I stepped into my home, that small desire was shattered.Sitting in my living room were my mother, my sister Jessica, and two of the eldest members of the pack’s council—Elder Harrington an
I stared at Liam’s broad back as he settled onto the couch, his muscles tense, his face turned away from me. The unspoken message was clear: he wasn’t in the mood for another argument.Coward-I musedMy fingers curled into fists as frustration surged through me. Four years. Four long years I had stood by his side, played the role of the perfect partner, tolerated his cold moods and his infuriating silence. And yet, he still refused to make me his Luna. Still refused to give me the one thing I deserved after all my patience.I had no intention of being like Daniella. That weak, pathetic girl who had wasted seven years waiting for Liam to wake up and claim her. And where had that gotten her? Nowhere. She had vanished into thin air, and Liam had moved on without a second thought. Or at least, that was what I told myself.But the truth gnawed at me.Because for all his indifference, for all his apparent disinterest, I saw it—the way his gaze sometimes drifted, the way a shadow of somethin