Liam Bellandi
CID: 750630
Nine years ago, he broke her heart in order to save her life. Now, she’s working for his enemy.
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Liam Bellandi
CID: 750630
Nine years ago, he broke her heart in order to save her life. Now, she’s working for his enemy.
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The ballroom was loud.
Crystal glasses. Forced laughter. Politicians and businessmen pretending they weren’t circling each other like sharks.
Liam ignored all of it.
A man was speaking to him—something about contracts, numbers, investments.
He didn’t hear a word.
Because across the room stood a woman holding a tablet against her chest.
Smiling politely at a guest. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
And for one impossible second, Liam forgot how to breathe.
No.
His grip tightened around the whiskey glass.
No.
It couldn’t be.
Nine years.
Nine fucking years.
Yet he’d know her anywhere.
The room blurred around him.
The conversation beside him disappeared.
All he could see was her.
Older.
More beautiful than memory had ever managed to make her.
Alive.
Safe.
Here.
His heart slammed against his ribs with enough force to hurt.
He’d imagined this moment a thousand times, thought about what he’d say if he ever saw her again. How he’d explain.
Apologize.
Beg.
Instead, he stood frozen.
Watching.
The way he had for years from a distance.
Then she laughed at something a guest said, and Liam nearly lost whatever remained of his self-control.
Because he knew that laugh.
Knew the sound of it.
Remembered hearing it from across crowded hallways and summer streets and late-night phone calls.
Nine years disappeared in an instant.
Until he noticed the logo embroidered on her tablet case.
His stomach dropped.
The rival family.
The enemy.