Chapter 62
li was past midnight, and the mansion had finally settled after the earlier chaos. The household doctor had quickly treated Angie’s head injury, which, thankfully, wasn’t as severe as the head maid fud made it sound. Angie was now resting peacefully in her mom.
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Inside a dimly in bedroom, Amber stepped out of the bathrooms, drying her hair, unaware of the tension brewing in her surroundings. Her gaze landed on Liam, sitting quietly on the edge of her bed. She frowned, clearly surprised to see him there
“You’re here?” she asked, her voice low and cautious. “Why don’t you get some rest, Liam?”
Liam had returned from his business trip earlier that day, but she hadn’t expected him to linger in her room this late. Amber moved to the mirror, brushing her hair, while Liam’s gaze followed her every movement in silence. Without warning, he stood up and approached her from behind. wrapping his arms tightly around her waist.
A cold shiver ran through Amber as his arms encin led her. The closeness, the intimacy–they had left this behind in their past. Or at least, she thought they had.
“L–Liam” she stammered, tapping his hands lightly, trying to loosen his grip. Hur Liam didn’t budge. Their eyes locked in the mirror’s reflection, and something dark and unfamiliar flickered in his
He looked unsteady, his pupils dilated, and his posture off–balance. The smell of alcohol chung to him. He never handled alcohol well, it seemed different. He leaned closer, his breath warm against Amber’s neck.
“… missed you, Amber, he whispered, his lips grazing her skin.
1, but tonight.
Amber froze, her mind reeling as memories of their complicated past resurfaced. The forbidden relationship they had shared as teenagers—the one their father had discovered, forcing them apart–flooded her thoughts. She had believed those desires were long buried, but it seemed that, for Liam, they weren‘
“I missed you,” he repeated, his voice tinged with something possessive, a claim he wasn’t willing to let go of. His hands lingered on her waist. sending an uncomfortable shiver through her body.
“You’re drunk. Liam.” Her voice wavered as she tried to reason with him. “Go back to your room. We agreed that this was behind us. I… I don’t like this anymore”
But Liam’s grip only tightened, his face hovering close to hers, lips brushing dangerously near her ear.
“You might not, but I still want you.” he murmured, his tone filled with unspoken longing. “Why do you think I came back from my trip so suddenly**
Amber shut her eyes, trying to block out the confusion and emotions swirling inside her.
- This wasn’t right. She had moved on, she loved someone
clse now.
were always obsessed with Callisto back in high school, weren’t you?” Liam’s voice dropped to a harsh whisper, his words laced with jealousy. “Even then, I could see it. You always had eyes for him.”
“Of course I did! But what does Callisto have to do with this?” Amber frowned, trying to understand why he was bringing up Callisto now.
Callisto was popular in high school, you know?” Liam’s words came out of nowhere. His tone dripped with envy as he continued, “He wore glasses. He was a genius. We all begged him to transfer to our section, but he never did”
Liam’s jealousy over Callisto was unmistakable, and as he spoke, his lips pressed harder against Amber’s neck, causing her breath to hitch. His hands began moving over her body, and her heart raced with fear and disbelief
“Liam, stop!” she protested, but he ignored her, kissing her neck more insistently. The possessiveness she had once known in him was resurfacing. and Amber felt her control slipping.
“I told you… Callisto was my idol,” Liam cominued, his voice breathy between kisses. “He inherited his family’s fortune, took over their business… I wouldn’t have survived my inheritance if it weren’t for him.”
Amber pushed against him, but his strength overwhelmed her. His lips traveled from her neck to her lips, kissing her deeply, taking what she no longer wanted to give. Her mind screamed in protest–she didn’t feel the same for Liam anymore. Her heart belonged to Callisto now, but the old feelings, the memories of their closeness, clouded her judgment
“No, Liam,” Amber said more firmly this time, finding her voice. “We agreed to stop this after Anjie was born!”
Liam growled in frustration, his drunken state fueling his impulsiveness. He ignored her protest, his voice thick with envy as he continued, “He was always the golden boy. Even back then, I saw how you looked at him. But you were mine first, Amber”
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His hands roamed further, and Amber’s panic grew. “Liam, stop!” She pushed him with all her strength, but he resisted, his lips finding her neck again. She gasped as he bit down, a warning
“You don’t understand, Liam muttered between kisses. “I’ve done everything for you. I’ve protected you, stood by you all these years, but it’s never enough, is it?”
Amber struggled to free herself, her body tensing under his touch. “Liam, we were kids she shot back. “It was a mistake! What we had wasn’t love —it was confusion, and we both know that. I don’t want this anymore.”
“But I still want you,” he whispered dangerously, his eyes dark with a desire that made Amber’s skin crawl. “We’re not kids anymore. We’re adults, and I’m not letting you slip away this time.”
Amber tried to take another step back, but Liam closed the gap again, his hands grabbing her waist. His body pressed against hers, and she could feel his desperation, his need to reclaim what he thought was his.
“Liam, stop” she shouted, shoving him with all her might. He stumbled back, wild frustration flashing in his eyes.
“You’re really going to push me away for someone like him.” he sneered, wiping his mouth. “I’ve been here for you your whole life, Amber. I’ve done everything for you, but it’s never enough, is it”
Amber stood her ground, breathing heavily, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. “You don’t own me, Liam. I’m not yours to claim just because of our past
Ignoring her words, Liam closed the distance between them once more. His lips crashed against hers as he pinned her hands, forcing her toward the bed. With a sudden movement, he threw her onto the mattress and climbed on top of her
“L–Liam, stop“” she pleaded, struggling beneath him. But he was relentless, his lips bruising hers, leaving her gasping for breath. His hands slid under her pajama top, groping her
“Liam, please!” she cried out, her voice breaking as tears welled in her eyes.
This wasn’t the Liam she had known. Something in him had changed, and Amber felt port
powerless beneath his weight, her heart pounding in fear.
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