Emily finally broke. Her voice trembled as she stared at Nina, eyes wide with a mix of fear, disbelief, and heartbreak. “Nina… what are you doing? Have you lost your mind? What the hell are you trying to pull?!” Nina didn’t answer. Instead, she snatched a bottle of hard liquor from the table and, while Emily was distracted, shoved it against her lips and forced it down her throat. “Cough! Cough—!” Emily choked violently, trying to fight back. But whatever was in that bottle, it wasn’t just alcohol. Her body went weak after a few gulps. Her throat burned. Her head spun like she’d been slammed by a truck. Nina leaned in close, her breath brushing against Emily’s ear, her voice cold and venomous. “You really thought I forgave you, didn’t you?” she hissed. “Emily, you shameless little slut. Hooking up with Liam like some wide-eyed innocent? Please.” She sneered, her words like broken glass. “Tonight’s your turn to enjoy yourself. I hope you savor every second.” Nina turned t

Liam drove his boot hard into Jake’s ribs one last time, making the guy grunt and curl up on the floor like a broken toy.Without missing a beat, Liam pulled out his phone, thumb jabbing the call button."You guys wanna move any slower?!" he barked the second it connected, his voice a sharp whip crack across the line. "Get up here now. Lock down Jake and Nina. And listen up—if Emily so much as gets a scratch tonight, I’ll make damn sure you wish you were never born!"He didn’t wait for a reply.Time wasn’t on his side.Liam stormed out of the suite, his boots hammering against the marble floor as he made a beeline for the elevators.—Back inside, Jake grabbed Nina’s arm, his face pale and sweaty.Low and panicked, he hissed, "Who the hell was Liam calling? Should we get out of here before his backup shows?"But Nina—Nina was gone.Her mind spiraled somewhere deep and dark, twisted by jealousy and spite.She shook her head violently, then started laughing—loud, shrill, manic."Leave?

"Who... who the hell are you?!"DeShawn finally snapped out of his daze after getting wrecked twice in a row. He wiped the blood off his face and stared warily at the young man standing over him.No matter how hard he racked his brain, he was sure he'd never seen this guy before.Liam didn’t even spare him a glance.His face was a storm of cold fury, eyes dark as a brewing hurricane.Without warning, he drove a vicious kick into DeShawn’s skull, making him grunt in pain and collapse like a broken ragdoll.Then Liam turned away, like DeShawn was nothing but trash on the sidewalk.He moved to the bed, knelt down, and carefully wrapped the trembling, half-dressed Emily in the blanket. His hands were steady, but his whole body radiated the kind of cold rage that promised blood."You should count your blessings," Liam said, voice low and deadly."You didn't have the chance to do something truly irreversible.Because if you had…"He glanced over his shoulder, eyes gleaming with pure malice.

Footsteps echoed down the hall.Vincent appeared at the doorway, the soles of his polished leather shoes clicking sharply against the tile. He wore a black tailored suit and dark sunglasses, carrying an air so oppressive it felt like the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees.Behind him, dozens of men in black suits stood silently, like a wall of shadows.Emily’s heart sank. Her mind went blank.We’re screwed.DeShawn rushed forward, bowing so low it was almost a ninety-degree angle. "Boss!""Mr. Vincent!" the rest of DeShawn’s crew chorused, bowing in perfect unison, eyes full of reverence.Vincent gave a slight nod, barely acknowledging them. His voice was low and cutting as he asked, "Which one of you got touched?""It was him, boss!" DeShawn shouted, pointing straight at Liam, who sat calmly in a nearby chair.Vincent followed his finger... and saw Emily suddenly step in front of Liam, arms out as if she could shield him.Terrified but determined, Emily forced herself to spea

“Apologies for the inconvenience, everyone,” Vincent said, trying to recover his composure. “I’m Vincent, and I’d like to offer my sincerest apologies on behalf of my subordinate here.”He cleared his throat and continued, “To make it right, I’ll cover the entire bill for tonight. And, as a gesture of goodwill, tomorrow, I’ll be hosting another event for you all at Caesar Restaurant, Room 8008. DeShawn and I will personally come and offer our blessings to the guest of honor.”Nina’s eyes widened as her voice tripped over her excitement. “Wait—really, Mr. Vincent?”“Who are you?” Vincent raised an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard.“I’m Nina Nolan, Mr. Vincent. I’m the one hosting this party,” she introduced herself with a smile.“Ah, Miss Nolan,” Vincent’s tone immediately shifted, becoming far more respectful. So she was part of Liam’s circle.“Mr. Vincent, you’re really going to throw another celebration for me tomorrow?” Nina’s voice trembled with excitement.“Of course, it’s the le