All Chapters of Everyone Underestimate Liam Cross : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
11 chapters
1: Crippled
LIAM CROSS.INTRODUCTION. About a year and a half ago, my life took a drastic turn... one that dragged me to the lowest point I’ve ever known. Not that I was rich or living some perfect life before, but at least I had hope. I could see my breakthrough coming, I could almost taste it. Then, just like that, it was snatched from me, and I was thrown down to a place far worse than zero. The day it happened still replays in my mind. I was on the track, running, feeling unstoppable. The crowd’s cheers were fuel, the cameras flashing, and for the first time, I believed I was finally becoming someone. I had started seeing my face on local billboards, hearing my name whispered with pride. But that sprint... that single, explosive start, became my undoing. One wrong step, one awkward landing, and everything shattered. I felt something tear deep inside both knees, a burning, ripping pain that made the world blur. Later, they told me it was a bilateral ACL and meniscus tear... a catastrophic
2: Shattered-hearted
LIAM CROSS.“I didn’t wet myself, Mrs. Davenport… water f-f-” The words stumbled out of my lips, trembling, and desperate. But before I could finish, her hand struck across my face, the sound sounding through the room. The slap burned, searing my cheek.“Very useless,” she hissed, her voice shaking with fury. “You can’t even lift yourself, let alone this family. What’s next? Are you going to poop on yourself too?”“I said I didn’t wet myself,” I tried again, my voice breaking... but another slap silenced me, harder this time. My head snapped to the side, the sting spreading down my neck.“Are you calling me a liar?” she snarled, her eyes daring me to repeat myself. “What’s left in you, really? I’ve seen abandoned dogs with more dignity than this.”I swallowed hard, the metallic taste of blood brushing my tongue. My eyes watered, not from pain but humiliation.She took a step back, looking me over like something she’d scrape off her shoe. “Now stand up,” she ordered coldly, pointing to
3: Looser
LIAM CROSS.The phone kept ringing, Mason's name kept flashing across the screen again and again. Isla’s hand trembled slightly as she reached to silence the call, but she tried to hide it... lifting her chin, and crossing her arms like she was the one in control.Her eyes glimmered with defiance, yet I could see the storm brewing beneath guilt tangled with pride, shame wrestling with arrogance.“And so?” she said in a loud shaky whisper that ripped through me. And so? The woman who once cried over my pain now stood there, daring me to question her. No traces of remorse, or love we used to know.“Isla,” I said slowly, disbelief thick in my throat. “I’m your husband.” My words felt pathetic, as her gaze drifted away like that title meant nothing anymore.The phone buzzed again on the dresser, that cursed name lighting up once more. My chest tightened as I stepped closer.“Look at me, Isla.”She turned then, her eyes locking with mine... cold, steady, and unflinching. No tears, or fear
4: Over
LIAM CROSS.THE NEXT EVENING Mr. Davenport’s face was a thunderhead dark, and ready to spill. He balled his hand into a tight fist, as I watched his knuckles whitening, then jabbed a single accusing finger at the corner of the table where the divorce papers lay. The paper trembled under the point, as if even it feared his command.“Sign here. This moment,” he barked. “Don’t make me create a scene that will humiliate you.” The words landed like like ice. Nurses in the corridor paused mid-step and glanced through the doorway. Pity and discomfort flickered across their faces, then they looked away.I stared at the line he pointed to... the line that would sever whatever thin thread of a life I still clung to. My hand hovered over the pen. “Isla won’t be the one to save you,” he said. He laugh hard, it turned into contempt. “She’s moved on. I’m here because I finished the job you were too weak to finish yourself.” My plan... such as it was, had been simple in its stupidity: is to refus
5: Fractured
LIAM CROSS.The wind screamed against my face, and through my skin coldly. My eyes were shut tightly. I was supposed to be falling, supposed to finally let the world disappear beneath me. But I didn’t feel myself falling.Instead, I felt strong rough arms wrap around me, dragging me backward with such force it knocked the breath right out of me.The bridge’s cold rail bit into my spine. My chest heaved as I blinked through the shock, and through the haze I saw him... an orderly man, his suit slightly undone, he has fierce brown and rugged eyes beneath the night glow. He looked terrified, as though holding on to me was the only thing keeping his own world from collapsing.“No… no!” The words tore from me, ragged, and furious. I twisted, and kicked, while trying to break free. My voice thundered with every shout. “Let me go! Let me go!”He didn’t. His grip only tightened, and trembling, refusing to release me.My throat burned as a sob ripped through it. Tears I hadn’t shed in months ca
6: Rebuild
LIAM CROSS.The sound was faint at first, like a whisper drifting through fog. Then it grew louder, pressing into the silence. “Wake up.” The voice was soft, pulling me from the darkness I’d sunk into. My eyelids fluttered open.“You’re awake,” the voice said again.I turned my head, and there he was... the same man from the bridge. The one who’d stolen my escape and peace, his presence made my stomach tighten. I hissed, the memory of his grip still burning in my mind. He sat by the bedside, his broad shoulders relaxed.I pushed myself up, my body feeling stiff. “Careful,” he said, the word filled with concern that only fueled my anger.“Who are you?” My voice was rough. “And where am I?” I glanced around, feeling disoriented. The room was too peaceful for the chaos I carried. It has cream walls with framed photographs. He leaned back in the chair, studying me for a moment before answering. His jaw was square, his expression unreadable. “You’re in my home, Liam.”The way he said my n
7: Risen
LIAM CROSS I was making a burger for dinner, just something to quiet my thoughts. The sizzle of the pan filled the kitchen. When it was done, I plated it neatly and carried it to the dining table. My limp made my steps uneven, but I tried not to notice. I sat down, crossed my legs, and switched on the TV.The screen came alive with color, light, and sound. Then the headline displaying on the TV hit me. "Engagement of Mason Drake and Isla Davenport."My fingers froze midair. The spoon hovered above the plate, trembling slightly. For a heartbeat, everything around me went silent. My lips parted, but no words came out, I just stared. Then the muscles in my jaw tightened, and I slowly lowered the spoon.Mason, ans Isla. I blinked once, hard, my throat tightening. I didn’t feel pain, not the usual ache in my chest. No, this time it was different, It was anger.I clenched my hand around the burger. The bread squished under my fingers, the sauce spilling out onto the plate. I didn’t stop, I
8: Headlines
LIAM CROSS.I raised my cup toward Dean’s, and we tapped them lightly, the faint clink sounding through the room.“Cheers,” he said, lifting his glass with that easy confidence of his, and I watched as he took a slow sip. I, on the other hand, didn’t waste time. I tipped my cup back and gulped it all at once, the liquid sliding down my throat all at the same time.When I set the cup down on the table, the cool clatter seemed louder than usual, echoing in the quiet space between us.“Woah, buddy,” Dean said, half-laughing, half-surprised, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe I had just drained the glass in one go.I stared at the cup for a moment, trying to find the words, any words, to describe how I was feeling, but nothing fit. My chest felt tight, my heart raced, and yet there was a strange lightness, like the world had tilted just enough for me to feel weightless. Everything still feels like a dream, surreal and fragile. If this is truly a dream, then I don’t ever want to w
9: Reckoning
LIAM CROSS.My palms were wet, gripping the edge of the seat as the taxi weaved through the city streets. Victor’s voice echoed in my head sounding urgent, and also tinged with fear I hadn’t heard from him before.Every word repeated itself: “Liam… you need to come to my apartment quickly.” My chest tightened. The tremor in his tone clawed at my thoughts, pulling me into a storm I wasn’t ready for.The taxi screeched to a stop in front of Victor’s building. I threw down the fare without thinking, the coins clinking against the metal tray. My heart pounded like it wanted out of my chest. I stepped onto the cracked sidewalk, the late-morning city noise fading into a blur as I approached the familiar door.Fumbling in my pocket, I pulled out the spare key Victor had given me years ago, because trust had forged over countless training sessions we had. The key slid into the lock smoothly, a reminder that this place had been a second home for me, a refuge from the chaos outside.I pushed th
10: Black
LIAM CROSS I couldn’t understand why Victor still refused to give me the names of those people, It made no sense. I was more than ready to sit down with them one-on-one and have a proper conversation. I wanted to know who they were, what kind of people had the audacity to threaten Victor. Who did they think they were, moving in the shadows and pulling strings like they can control everyone?But Victor kept his mouth shut. No matter how many times I asked, he brushed me off or changed the subject. I didn’t get it.Why tell me at all if he wasn’t going to let me in on the truth? He was the one who confessed that some higher-ups had threatened him, but then he refused to explain further. It was like he wanted to unburden himself without actually solving anything.But I had other plans. If Victor refused to give me the names of the people I asked for, then I would find out on my own. I didn’t care how difficult it would be, I was determined. I just wanted to know who was involved, who th