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Love without trust is nothing but a beautiful lie

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW That night, everything I had believed came crashing down—and not in the way I thought it would. For days, I told myself Liam was the one who had betrayed me. That his silence, his absences, his secrets were proof enough. But staring at the pile of evidence spread out across Becca’s desk—bank transfers I didn’t know existed, fake medical test results, documents stamped and sealed with lies—I realized the truth was far crueler. I wasn’t the one who had been betrayed. I was the betrayer. Because I didn’t trust him. I let whispers, half-truths, and the poison of people who never wanted to see me happy cloud my mind. Liam had never faltered. I had. The realization left me cold. My chest hurt, but not from anger—from shame. My fingers curled into fists as I pushed the papers away. “He was telling the truth all along,” I whispered, voice cracking.

Broken vows, Burning love

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW I didn’t realize my palms were shaking until I looked down at them. They were clammy, my fingers curled into fists like they were holding on to something invisible—something fragile that could slip away if I loosened my grip. Liam’s eyes were on me, quiet and dark, the kind of gaze that stripped me down past the pretty dress, the straightened hair, the flawless makeup. Past the mask of Sierra Morgan, CEO of Morgan Enterprises. He wasn’t looking at the woman on magazine covers, the woman who walked into boardrooms without blinking, the survivor. He was looking at me—the woman who loved him but was too afraid to believe in that love. I swallowed hard and forced my voice to steady. “Liam… it was never you. It was them. They planned everything. The fake pregnancy, the staged footage, the rumors. Bianca paid Tessa. Logan leaked the video. Sabrina backed them up. It was all a set-up—every last detail. And I—” My voice cracked. “I fell for it.” He blinked, slo

Always with him

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW The next day, I found myself staring at the gates of Liam Foster’s mansion. My palms were damp against the leather of my purse, and my chest rose and fell unevenly. I wasn’t even sure why I was here again. Maybe because last night left me too restless to breathe. Maybe because after everything—after the lies, the manipulations, the staged betrayal—I couldn’t erase the image of Liam walking away with that look of disappointment in his eyes. I told myself this morning, this is it. Either we talk, or we’re done for good. No more half-truths, no more “what ifs.” The gate slid open smoothly, like it had been waiting for me, and I drove in slowly. My heels echoed against the marble tiles as I walked up the steps and raised my hand to knock. For a moment, I hesitated—my pride tried to tug me back. But my heart won. The door opened before my knuckles even touched it. Liam stood there. He was barefoot, in gray sweatpants and a plain black T-shirt, his hair messy li

Always & Forever

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW I never thought sitting across from Liam’s sister would feel this heavy. The air in the room was soft, but my chest… my chest carried a weight I didn’t know how to set down. Claire had Liam’s eyes, only warmer, less guarded. Her smile came easier than his too. She was curled up on the armchair beside me, legs tucked beneath her like a girl at a sleepover, and her gaze hadn’t left me for a long while. Finally, she tilted her head. “So…” she began, her tone measured but curious. “What really happened between you and my brother? I mean, besides the circus Tessa and her crew pulled.” My heart tugged. I inhaled slowly, fighting the tremble in my hands. “It’s… complicated, Claire. I don’t even know where to begin.” Her eyes softened. “Start with you. What’s hurting you the most?” That question broke something inside me. My throat closed up, and for a second I thought

Taste

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW The moment Claire slipped out with that cheeky grin of hers, leaving Liam and me standing there, my heart pounded so hard I thought it might crack my ribs. She really said it so casually—“the bedroom is clean, you can make more babies.” God, I thought I’d die of embarrassment, but I couldn’t help laughing. Now it was just me and Liam. His eyes—those dark, piercing ones that had once felt like home but now carried a storm of hurt—found mine. For a second, the air between us shifted. It was no longer just about forgiveness or explanations. It was about us. About everything we’d lost and everything we still could have. “Don’t look at me like that,” I murmured, suddenly self-conscious. “Like what?” His lips curved, faintly amused, though his tone was low, husky. “Like you’re planning something…” “Maybe I am.”

What I survived

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW I woke up in Liam’s arms, the steady rhythm of his breathing against my neck making me smile despite myself. For a moment, it almost felt like the world outside didn’t exist — just me, him, and the soft warmth of the morning light filtering through his curtains. But of course, reality was never that forgiving. When I reached for my phone, the first notification nearly made me drop it. My heart stopped for a second, my thumb hovering over the glowing screen. Breaking: Logan Hart and Tessa Black announce engagement — wedding in six weeks. I blinked. Once. Twice. A third time. Maybe I was dreaming. “What’s wrong?” Liam’s groggy voice was still thick from sleep, his hand brushing down my side lazily. I shoved the phone toward him. “Look.” He squinted, his brows furrowing before his jaw tightened. His

Crowned in envy

TESSA'S POINT OF VIEW The lace swatches spread across the table shimmered under the chandelier light, a thousand options but none quite worthy of me. I tapped my manicured nails against the marble surface, a low sigh escaping my lips. “Honestly, Riele, does no one understand elegance anymore? I said ivory with pearl undertones, not this dull… cream.” Riele—my dearest confidant and partner in luxury crimes—rolled her eyes dramatically. “You’re right, babe. This looks like something from a thrift store. I swear, if one more assistant brings you mediocre fabrics, I’ll scream. Don’t they know who you are? You’re about to be Mrs. Tessa Hart.” The title rolled sweetly in my head. Mrs. Tessa Hart. The sound of it carried weight, power, prestige. And envy. Oh, how people envied me already. The man every woman once dreamt of marrying was about to stand beside me at the altar, and yet—my jaw clenched—his tongue cou

Still Haunted by her presence

TESSA'S POINT OF VIEW I swept into the foyer of our penthouse like a queen returning to her palace. My heels clicked against the marble floor, echoing in rhythm with the irritation already bubbling in my chest. Today had been exhausting — meeting vendors, tasting cake samples, nodding through endless fabric swatches. All things Logan should’ve been there for. All things he promised me he’d handle with me.And yet… nothing.I dropped my clutch onto the console table, a little louder than necessary, and slipped out of my blazer. The scent of whiskey and cologne drifted toward me before I even saw him. Logan was in the living room, stretched across the leather sofa, tie loosened, his sleeves rolled up. His phone sat face-down on the table beside a half-empty glass."You're home," he muttered, glancing up briefly before his eyes returned to the TV.I forced a bright smile, walking over and leaning down to peck his cheek. "Of c

Winning at all cost

LOGAN'S POINT OF VIEW What is wrong with Tessa? Must she always find a way to ruin my mood? Every single thing feels like a battle with her lately. From the smallest detail about flowers, to the tasting of wines, to which ridiculous designer should handle her dress. It’s exhausting. Sometimes I sit back and wonder how I ended up here—how I went from being married to Sierra, to fighting tooth and nail just to keep Tessa satisfied. Tessa thrives on drama. It’s like she breathes it in the same way the rest of us need oxygen. The pout she gives me, the tears she forces when I choose work over some cake tasting… it grates on me. But at the same time, I know her too well. She wants to feel like she’s winning. Like she’s got something Sierra never could hold. And that thought… that’s what keeps me tied to her. Because the truth is, Sierra still lingers. Even now, even after everything, even though she’s supposedly moved

Watch me win, Morgan.

LOGAN'S POINT OF VIEW The sound of muffled footsteps and hurried chatter roused me from sleep. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but when I blinked my eyes open, the truth hit me — the house was alive, buzzing like a hive. Assistants rushed around, decorators carried in flowers, planners barked orders on phones. Our wedding prep was in full swing, and it seemed like half of California had suddenly squeezed into my living room.I dragged myself upright, rubbing my eyes. My head still carried that dull throb from last night’s argument with Tessa. For a moment, I almost let myself groan out loud — but then my eyes landed on her.There she was, perched gracefully in front of a massive mirror, head tilted slightly as she carefully reapplied a glossy nude shade of lipstick. Her hair was perfectly curled, cascading down like a model from a bridal magazine. She caught me watching her and smirked at my reflection before puckering her lips at her own im

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