Aaron’s P.O.V
“What’s this picture?” Mom snapped, slamming a stack of photos onto the table.
I glanced at them and grinned. “Oh! That’s me and Hannah. Look how happy we look together!” I said, picking up one where we were laughing—frozen in a perfect moment.
Her face twisted. “What status does she have to marry into our family?”
And just like that, I snapped.
“What status did you have when you married Dad?” I shot back.
She crossed a line, again. Every damn time.
“I want you to stay away from her,” she ordered.
I scoffed. “It’s funny how you think I’d actually listen to you. And while you’re talking about ‘status’—don’t forget, when we were on the verge of bankruptcy, it was her father who saved us. We promised him 10% shares in the company, and till date, we haven’t honored that. And they never even brought it up. That’s the kind of people they are. And you talk about status?”
I stood up, eyes burning.
“If you speak about Hannah like that again, I’ll forget you’re my mother. Stay out of my life.”
I stormed out and headed straight to the company.
Dad had promised—if I work hard, I could marry Hannah. And though I hate the 9-to-5 grind, I’d do anything for my Pumpkin.
I texted Zander: “Be a man and show up at my office, NOW.”
Ever since Hazel dumped him, he’s been a mess—locked in his room, drinking like the world ended. For her? She was never worth him. She sold loyalty for money. I hate people like that.
“I’ve been knocking on his door for an hour,” I complained to Liam as he joined me.
“Zander! Open this door or we’re breaking it down!” Liam warned.
Just as we braced ourselves, the door creaked open. He looked like a storm—messy hair, stinking clothes, dead eyes.
“Did someone die here?” Liam muttered.
“Yeah. My heart and soul,” Zander replied.
I rolled my eyes. “Stop being dramatic and go clean yourself.” I shoved a towel in his hand and pointed to the bathroom. Meanwhile, Liam and I cleaned the place up. Never thought I’d scrub a stranger’s living room, but for this idiot—I did.
Zander stepped out, finally human again. Liam and I cheered.
“If we were girls, we’d marry you,” Liam joked.
“Speak for yourself—I already have a girlfriend,” I said proudly.
“Same here,” Liam added.
“WHAT?!” Zander and I yelled in unison.
Liam smirked. “Emma and I are dating… contractually.”
“Explain.” I folded my arms.
He spilled everything—the hotel incident, Lucas, the night Emma stayed over. My blood boiled hearing what that bastard did to Emma.
To cool off, we hit the sports club and played a few rounds of tennis. Thanks to Hannah’s plan, Zander started smiling again. The guy needed this.
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Liam’s P.O.V
It’s been two months since Emma and I signed the contract.
Now we live in a cozy little apartment of our own.
Things aren’t perfect, but we’ve grown. We understand each other better now—we give space, we laugh, we argue, we care… and most of all, she respects me.
“LIAAAM!! You idiot! Come here or I swear I’ll kill you!” she screamed from the kitchen.
What did I do now?
Let’s see… I cleaned the house, did the dishes, washed the clothes, ironed them, and placed them in the cupboard.
Emma: “Did you pay the water bill?”
Me: “No…”
Emma: “Electricity?”
Me: “No…”
Emma: “Gas?”
Me: “…No…”
Her face turned red. “Well, enjoy! There’s no gas to cook, no water to bathe, and electricity’s going off soon!”
“Oh no! My favorite show! Why didn’t you remind me earlier?” I panicked. “But no, you have to taunt me first! When will this contract END!?”
The second those words left my mouth, I regretted them.
She turned silent. Cold. Not even a glare. That’s worse.
I immediately paid the bills. Within the hour, everything was running again. Everything—except her.
She avoided me. Wouldn’t even let me explain.
Fine. I got angry too and locked myself in the room.
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Author’s P.O.V
That night, after their fight, Emma fell asleep on the living room couch.
At 3 a.m., Liam woke up, thirsty. Half-asleep, he shuffled into the kitchen. On his way back, he noticed someone on the couch.
He paused, stepping closer.
It was Emma—fast asleep, no blanket, curled up tightly.
Without a word, he fetched a blanket and gently covered her. Then he sat beside her, just watching for a while.
“She’s beautiful though,” he whispered, reaching to brush a strand of hair off her face.
But just then—she stirred, her eyes opening wide in shock.
“What the—?! What are you doing? You—jerk! GET LOST!” she screamed, pulling the blanket over herself.
A pillow flew at his face. He dodged it and ran for his life.
As he disappeared down the hallway, he muttered under his breath,
“I take back my words… She’s not beautiful. She’s a devil.”
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RomanceAaron Kingston, a rich jerk, rude, arrogant, who is cruel to the world . He never cared about his family. He lavishly spends more money with friends. He got all he wanted from childhood till now . Will he get love of his life...
