All Chapters of Love, Lies and Billions: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

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

Liam’s POV“Boss, the letter was sent to her already,” Posh’s voice came through my phone speaker, and I couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across my face after hearing his words.“Great job, Posh. I could tell she’s found out what her dad was hiding from her reaction earlier,” I remarked, sensing he was pleased with my praise.I ended the call and tossed my phone away as I continued stirring the pot of soup I had been cooking. I may be a blockhead sometimes and a very bossy person, but one thing I was extremely good at was making great meals.My mom had made sure to instill that gift in me before taking her own life, and every time I cooked, memories of her came flashing back.When Aliya got in earlier, I knew immediately she had received my gift. This game I was about to play with her was going to be a long one, and by the time I was done, she’d question her entire existence.As I stirred the pot, the doorbell rang. Aliya barely had any friends, so who could this be? I searched

Aliya’s POV I sat in my car, gripping the steering wheel like it had personally offended me. Brooke? My Brooke? What was she doing at that house? And why the hell was Nick there too? My brain did a full Olympic-level backflip trying to make sense of it. Was he sleeping with her? Oh my God. Was he sleeping with her and trying to get with my step sister at the same time? Nick’s unbelievable. I turned the ignition and drove home in absolute silence. My anger stood at the tip of my fingernails, and the worst-case scenarios played in my head like a damn horror movie. I shouldn’t be mad, but I couldn’t help it. It felt like Philip possessed Nick somehow because why does he only get involved with the women around me and not other women? This is a sick joke. By the time I pulled up in front of the house, I was practically vibrating with frustration. But I forced myself to act normal, as if I hadn’t just spent thirty minutes stalking my fake husband like a psycho. I tossed my handb