LOGIN*Liam's POV*
“You useless boy! Why haven’t you brought a single girl home yet?” Dad screamed from his hospital bed, his voice cracking like he was already halfway gone. “I’m lying here dying, Liam! My only wish is to see my grandchild before I close my eyes, and you’re still playing bartender like some common worker? Answer me!” I paced beside the bed, my fists clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms. “Dad, I told you a hundred times. I’m not rushing into some fake marriage just to tick your box. I run the companies, I manage the shares, I even work the bar shifts so I know what your employees feel. That’s enough.” “Enough?” Dad’s face flushed red, the tubes in his arms rattling as he tried to sit up. “It’s not enough! I built an empire worth billions and you think I’ll hand it over to a son who can’t even give me a grandchild? If you don’t bring a woman...pregnant, married, anything before I die, I swear on my last breath I’ll cut you out of the will. I’ll be unhappy in my grave, Liam. I’ll haunt you. Is that what you want?” I stopped pacing, my heart slamming against my ribs. “Dad… you’re serious? You’d really disinherit me over this?” “Dead serious, son. I’m not joking anymore. I’ve waited years. Bring me a girl. Bring me hope. Or watch everything I built go to charity.” I rubbed my face hard, my throat burning. “Fine. Okay. I… I already have a girlfriend. She’s pregnant. I didn’t want to bring her without asking you first. I was waiting for the right moment.” Dad’s eyes widened, tears forming instantly on his eyes. “Pregnant? You’re not kidding me, are you? My grandchild? Oh God, Liam, you’re telling the truth?” “I swear, Dad. She’s carrying my baby. I just didn’t want to spring it on you while you’re like this.” Dad grabbed my hand, squeezing so hard it hurt. “Then hurry! Go get her right now. Bring her here. I need to bless you both. I need to see her face, touch her belly, know my bloodline continues. Do it, son. Make your dying father happy. Please.” I nodded fast, my chest tight like someone was squeezing my lungs. “I’ll get her. I promise. Just rest, okay? I’ll be back soon.” I walked out of the room, my legs shaking, mind spinning in circles. Down the corridor, past the nurses’ station, I glanced toward the waiting area downstairs and froze. There she was. Sitting alone on that plastic chair, staring at the floor like the whole world had crushed her. “You…?” I shouted, rushing down the stairs two at a time. “You from the bar! Hey you.....” She looked up, her eyes red and swollen. “Liam? What are you doing here?” I stopped right in front of her, breathing hard. “My dad. He’s upstairs, bedridden. He has been sick for months. I come every day. What about you? Why are you here? You look… God, you look destroyed.” She wiped fresh tears, her voice breaking. “I came to… to end it, Liam. The baby. I can’t bring a child into this mess. No money, no family, no support. My parents blocked me. The whole world thinks I’m the cheater who ruined Alexander Steele. I have nothing. How can I be a mother like this? I was waiting for the doctor to… to do it.” I stared at her, silent for a long second, my brain screaming. Then I grabbed her hand, pulling her up gently but fast. “Come with me now to the private room. We need to talk. This could save us both.” I led her down the quiet hallway, pushed open an empty consultation room, and shut the door behind us. “Sit. Listen. My dad’s a billionaire...he owns The Velvet Den, companies, everything. He’s dying. His only wish is a grandchild before he goes. He just threatened to cut me from the will if I don’t deliver. I lied and told him I already have a pregnant girlfriend". I paused. "She is .... You.” She pulled her hand back, her eyes filling again. “What? Liam, no. I can’t...” “Hear me out,” I begged, my voice cracking with everything I was holding back. “We tell him the baby is mine. You’re my girlfriend. We pretend for one year. Just until he signs everything over to me. Then we annul it. Quiet divorce. You keep the baby, I keep my inheritance. We both win. You get security, money, a future for your child. I get to keep my father happy and my life intact. Please. I saw how broken you were that night. You don’t want to lose this baby. I heard it in your voice when you talked about Alexander. You’re not a cheater. You’re a woman who got destroyed. Let me help fix it.” Her lips trembled, tears streaming down. “You want me to lie to a dying man? Pretend we’re in love? Pretend this baby is yours? Liam, I almost aborted today because I’m scared and alone. I caught my fiancé with my twin. My sister married him yesterday. The whole world hates me. And now you want me to play house with a stranger for money?” “Yes!” My voice rose, raw and desperate. “Because I’m desperate too. My dad screamed at me five minutes ago. He said he’ll die unhappy and leave me nothing. I’ve worked my whole life for this empire. But I don’t want to lose you in that waiting room either. You’re beautiful, you’re strong, and that night… even drunk and hurting, you made me feel alive. I haven’t stopped thinking about you. This isn’t just about money. It’s about saving that baby you clearly love. One year, Elena. That’s it. We fake it. We protect each other. Then we walk away friends. Rich friends. Please. Say yes.” She covered her face, sobbing quietly. “I always wanted to keep my baby. I did. I just… I can’t do this alone. The scandal, the hate, no home. If I say yes, you swear it’s only one year? No feelings, no tricks?” “I swear on my father’s life,” I said, locking eyes with her, my voice thick with the fear and hope crashing inside me. “We tell him today. We act the part. After he wills it all to me, we end it clean. You and the baby get everything you need. I get my future. No one gets hurt.” She lowered her hands, still crying but breathing a little steadier. “I’m terrified. But I can’t kill my baby. I can’t. And I have nowhere else to turn. Okay. I’ll do it. For the baby.” Relief flooded through me so hard my knees almost buckled. I reached out, and we shook hands hard, both of us trembling. “Deal,” I said. “Deal,” she whispered.**Angela's POV**I woke up to an empty bed.For a moment, just one ... I forgot everything. The argument with Marcus, our breakup, last night. I just lay there in the Saturday morning quiet and felt the warmth still in the sheets and thought nothing in particular.Then it all came back.I pressed my face into the pillow and groaned.Because the worst part was not what happened last night. The worst part was that I had liked it. I had lain there in the dark with Marcus's arm around me and felt something settle in my chest that hadn't been settled in months and I had liked that feeling desperately and I hated that I liked it.I missed him.I had missed him for weeks...I mised the specific weight of him in the bed, the smell of his skin, the way he always woke up before me and made noise in the kitchen before he remembered other people were sleeping. I had broken up with him and missed him every single day and last night my body had simply decided without consulting the rest of me.I sat
**Angela's POV**Marcus looked at me.I looked at Marcus.Eli was already gone. He was in a fast, deep sleep that only children can fall into, his small chest rising and falling, and one hand still loosely gripping the edge of the duvet."I can take the couch," Marcus said quietly."The couch is small," I said. Also quietly. Because the room required it."I've slept on smaller, you do not have to worry""I know you have."We were both whispering now without deciding to. The way the presence of a sleeping child pulls adults into a different register .... softer, slower, more careful."Marcus." I looked at Eli between us. "Just stay on your side."He nodded.I turned the lamp off.---The dark settled.Eli shifted in his sleep and burrowed instinctively toward warmth, toward Marcus, as it happened and Marcus adjusted without waking him, pulling the duvet up around his small shoulders with the practiced ease of a father who had done this a thousand times in a life where he wasn't the one
**Angela's POV**I told myself this was fine.Marcus coming over was fine. It was necessary. Eli needed his father and I was not the kind of woman who used a child as a weapon in an adult argument. Whatever happened was between Marcus and me and right now what was between us was a lot but it had nothing to do with my son's right to have his father in his life.So yes. Marcus was in my living room. Playing aeroplanes with Eli, lifting him above his head while Eli screamed with laughter. And I was in the kitchen making tea I didn't want and pretending to be very interested in the wall."Angela." Marcus's voice floated in. "There's no sugar in this house.""It's on the top cupboard," I said. To the wall."I checked the top cupboard.""Check the second shelf."He paused, He was rustling. "Found it." Another pause. "Thank you."I said nothing.Eli came barreling into the kitchen with the energy of someone who had been airplaned and was not yet ready for the experience to be over. He grabb
**Liam's POV**---She came home quiet, she did not speak much and it bothered me. This was not the easy settled silence that had become normal between us. This was another kind. The kind that had weight to it. That sat in the room and made itself known.I looked up from my laptop the moment she walked in."Hey." I closed it, giving her all my attention. "What happened?""Nothing.""It does not look like nothing ."She sat down on the edge of the sofa and stared at the wall for a moment. Then she turned and looked at me with an expression that told me she had been carrying something the entire drive home and had finally run out of road."I went to see my mum," she said."Okay." I waited."And before that..." She stopped and started again. "Liam, do you know a nurse on your father's ward? Angela?"I thought about it. "The one with dark hair? That works the afternoon shift?""Yes." She looked at her hands. "I ran into her at the hospital café a few weeks ago. She said something to me t
**Elena's POV**The door opened before I could knock.My mother stood in the doorway like she had been frozen for close to an hour, that's how rigid she was. One of her hand was still on the handle of the door, the other was holding a dish towel, her face doing something complicated that moved through surprise and relief and something else I couldn't immediately name, all in the space of about two seconds.We stared at each other without a word even though we had plenty things to say to each other. "Elena, welcome" she said."Hi, Mum."She looked at my bump.Then back at my face.Then at the bump again."You didn't call before coming," she said."I know.""You should have called.""I know, Mum."She stepped aside without another word and I walked in.---The living room was exactly the same way I left it.. Same curtains, same photographs on the wall, same particular smell of the house I had grown up in. I sat on the sofa and she sat across from me and we existed in the specific awkw
**Elena's POV**---I was still deciding between my several options when I felt it.That specific awareness, the kind that happens when someone you know has entered a space you're in, before you've even seen them. Like a shift in the air.I glanced sideways.Liam was walking toward the treadmill section with a water bottle in his hand and the calm, unhurried stride of a man with nowhere urgent to be. He saw me. He saw Derek. He read the situation in approximately one second.And then he did the last thing I expected.He didn't pull up. Didn't fold his arms. Didn't do the husband thing.He walked straight up to the treadmill on my other side, stepped on, set it to my exact speed, and looked at Derek with a completely straight face."Sorry, am I interrupting?" he said pleasantly."Little bit," Derek said, equally pleasant."Great." Liam turned to me. "Hi. I couldn't help noticing you from across the gym. You have an incredible energy."I stared at him."I'm sorry what?...""I'm sorry, d
*Alexander's POV*---I don't remember the drive home.I remember the bar. I remember the burn of the third drink, and the fourth, and somewhere after that the numbers stopped mattering. I remember Elena's voice in the parking lot — "she's going to grow up with a name that wasn't given by the man w
*Elena's POV*---I saw him before he saw me.That gave me exactly two seconds to decide whether to turn and walk the other way.I didn't though."Elena."His voice stopped me at the edge of the parking lot, with my bag in hand, sun in my eyes. I turned slowly.Alexander was standing a few feet awa
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*Elena's POV*My eyes widened in absolute shock, my heart was slamming against my ribs like it was trying to escape. Liam had just leaned in so close, his warm breath brushing my skin, and used his tongue to lick that bit of pizza sauce right off my cheek. Not his fingers. Not a napkin. His friggin







