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(His addiction.....)
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CHAPTER 19
#unedited .....
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He stood by his car, a sleek black beauty that looked like it cost more than most houses.
A man dressed in a sharp black suit approached him, bowing slightly before speaking. "Young master," the man said, as he opened the car door.
He motioned her over with a casual wave, though nothing about him felt casual. "I'll drop you off," he said.
"No need," she said quickly, a nervous smile tugging at her lips. She gripped the strap of her bag tighter, her knuckles white. "It's just a few blocks from here."
"Where?"
Her pulse quickened as she scrambled for an answer. "I think… um, my driver will pick me up," she lied
"Your driver," he repeated.
Before she could add to her excuse, A black car pulled into the lot, and her stomach dropped.
Fuck. It was Damien.
The car rolled closer, and she knew she had seconds to disappear before Damien spotted her with Liam. If he did… she didn't even want to think about the consequences.
"I guess goodbye," she blurted, her voice quick and panicked. She took a step back, then turned and darted between parked cars without waiting for his response.
"Wait," Liam said, his , but she was already gone,
Liam's eyes followed her retreating figure, his brows furrowed. He glanced at the black car pulling up in the distance, his jaw tightening.
The man by his side, still holding the door open, cleared his throat. "Young master?"
"Drive," Liam said , sliding into the backseat of his car.
Liam didn't answer immediately, his gaze still fixed on the direction Lily had disappeared.
She was running from him. That thought alone sent a bitter smirk to his lips.
Liam leaned back into the car seat, his fingers tapping against the leather in an impatient rhythm.
"Your father is back, young master," the driver finally said.
Liam's entire body went rigid. His grip on the armrest tightened, his knuckles turning white.
"And?" His voice was calm.
The driver hesitated before answering. "He wants to talk to you. There's a meeting. He expects you to attend."
He scoffed, "What the fuck is he doing here? Wasn't he in Alamos?"
"Yes, young master. He just returned and said he has a meeting with you. He expects you to come."
Liam let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. he tilted his head back against the seat, letting out a slow, irritated exhale. "Expectations," he muttered.
The man who had spent years treating him like a fucking chess piece. The man who only acknowledged his existence when it was fucking convenient.
"I think it concerning Business, young master."
Business.
That was the only thing his father ever cared about. He never gave a fuck about Liam. He wasn't a son in his eyes just a pawn, a fucking tool.
The driver hesitated before speaking. "Should I take you to him, young master?"
Liam ran a hand through his silver-white hair, his fingers tightening in frustration.
"Should I take you to him, young master?"
Liam exhaled sharply, his jaw clenching as he tilted his head to the side.
"And what exactly does he think is going to happen?" Liam scoffed
"Young master..." The driver hesitated. "He won't take no for an answer."
Liam turned his gaze toward the window, watching the city lights blur past. "Yeah?" he mused darkly.
"So… should I take you to him?" the driver repeated
. "Drive me home."
. He pulled out a lighter, y before he brought it to the tip. The soft click of the lighter breaking the silence, followed by the slow burn of paper and tobacco.
He took a drag, inhaling deeply, letting before exhaling a thin stream of smoke.
The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror but knew better than to say a damn word. He knew his father and young master never liked each other .
Minutes later, they pulled up in front of the grand estate. A place he once called home, though it had never felt like one.
The gate opened automatically, and the car rolled into the long driveway lined with cold marble statues tributes to dead men who had once ruled this empire. He scoffed.He flicked the ash off the tip.
As soon as the car stopped, the guard at the entrance rushed to open his door, standing stiffly as he bowed.
"Welcome back, Young Master."
Liam took another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke lightly into the air before stepping out.
"Where is he?" he said
"In the study, Young Master. He's waiting for you."
"Leave." His tone left no room for argument.
The guard hesitated for a second, then bowed again before retreating.
Liam stepped inside.
Without knocking, he pushed the doors open.
His father sat behind the grand mahogany desk, a glass of whiskey in one hand, a cigarette in the other.
"Liam." His father's voice was deep, . "You took your fucking time."
Liam didn't bow. Didn't greet him. Instead, he leaned against the wall, arms crossed.
His father jaw twitched. "Sit."
Liam scoffed, pushing off the wall but didn't sit. Instead, he walked over to the bar in the corner of the study, pouring himself a drink. "You called," he said lazily. "What now?"
"We have matters to discuss."
Liam took a slow sip, watching his father over the rim of the glass. "Let me guess," he said. "You want me to take over the business? Carry the family legacy?" He chuckled , shaking his head. "You know, you should really stop wasting your fucking time."
His father's expression darkened. "You don't have a choice, Liam."
Liam smirked, tilting his head. "That's cute. You think I give a fuck."
His hands curled into fists. "Enough." "You are my heir. You will take over."
Liam merely chuckled, swirling his drink. "Pass."
"You are not a fucking child, LiamThis is not about what you want. It's about duty. Legacy."
Liam scoffed. "Legacy? You mean your twisted fucking empire? The one built on blood and betrayal? No thanks."
His father's expression turned icy. "You will marry into the Cariton family."
Silence.
"The Cariton have wealth and influence that will strengthen our hold in the east. Their daughter, "
"She just my fùcking pest and a desperate little thing with no fucking personality"Liam cut him off coldly. "I'm not marrying some her just so you can expand your empire."
His father's patience snapped. He stood up so fast the chair scraped against the floor.
"You ungrateful little fuck." he said with anger.
The slap came fast and hard. But Liam didn't flinch.Liam's body jerked as searing pain ripped across his back. His breath hitched for only a second before he straightened
His father's breathing was ragged, his fingers twitching. "You think you can disrespect me?"
Liam wiped the corner of his mouth, smirking when he saw blood. It wasn't the first time, his father laid his hands on him
Then, without warning, he grabbed the heavy leather whip from the desk and lashed it across Liam's back.
The sharp crack of leather against flesh filled the room.
Pain ripped through him, white hot and brutal.
Another strike. Blood.
Liam gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into the armrests.
Another.
His shirt tore, crimson staining the fabric.
And yet, he didn't scream. Didn't beg.
"This is for your own fucking good."
"I don't need your fucking lessons, old man." He stood up, his body screaming in pain
"You should have fucking killed me when you had the chance, old man."
He wiped the blood off his lip, looking his father dead in the eye. "I'm not your puppet."
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Liam stormed into his room, his shirt sticking uncomfortably to his back, soaked in blood. He barely shut the door when a soft voice interrupted him.
"Young master," his maid gasped, stepping inside without hesitation. Her eyes widened at the sight of his torn shirt, at the deep, angry marks slashed across his back. "You're bleeding"
He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his silver hair. "No shit."
"Let me get you warm water," she said, already turning to leave.
"No need," he said coldly. "I'm fine."
She hesitated, glancing at the open wounds, but the sharpness in his voice warned her not to argue. Lowering her gaze, she bowed slightly and left.
The moment the door clicked shut, Liam reached for his ruined shirt and ripped it straight down the middle, tossing the shredded fabric to the floor. The large, crimson stained gashes on his back throbbed, but he barely reacted.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, stepping toward the cupboard. He pulled out a bottle of antiseptic and cotton, knowing damn well it was going to burn like hell.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, he poured the spirit onto the cotton and pressed it against the wound. His jaw tightened, his fingers curling into a fist. Pain tore through his nerves like fire, but he didn't fucking flinch.
Just as he finished, the door open.
A slow, click of heels against his polished floor.He didn't have to turn around to know who it was.
"You're hurt," came a voice.
The young miss of the Cariton family.
Tall, with dangerously perfect curves, her figure was wrapped in an expensive silk dress that clung to her like it was fucking painted on. Her long, dark hair cascaded over one shoulder, her lips painted a deep, seductive red.
She stopped a few steps away, watching him with eyes
"You should've listened to him,Your father is furious. You should apologize."
Liam didn't move. He simply sat there, his broad, bare back facing her, muscles tight from pain and tension.
He stood.
Then, in one swift motion, he turned grabbing her wrist, yanking her close.
Her breath hitched, but she didn't pull away.
"Get. Out."
Her throat tightened.
"Fuck it," she whispered under her breath.
Before she could stop herself, she slammed her lips onto his, her fingers twisting into his shirt, yanking him closer like she had a right to.
Liam didn't react.
He just let her do it..
And then just because he fucking couldhe kissed her back.
Not because he wanted her.
His hands stayed at his sides, not bothering to pull her closer, not bothering to hold her.
She moaned softly against his lips, pressing herself against him,
His hands clenched at his sides, his muscles coiled so fucking tight before
His lips move down to her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he kisses you. He hates doing this, and almost poke