Rolando
I had just returned after yet another shopping spree. The omega carrying my bags followed closely behind, struggling under the weight of the designer purchases. It wasn’t my problem, though. Lavish living was my right. I hadn't seen Liam for an entire week — probably away on some business trip. Not that it mattered to me.
But as I entered my room, I froze. Liam was sitting on my bed, his piercing gaze locked onto me.
"Rolando, I need to talk to you," he said, his voice firm.
There was no warmth, no affection. Something was off. I set my sunglasses aside, trying to keep my composure.
"I found Olivia," he continued, his words cutting through the air like a blade. "We have a son together. The future heir has arrived. So, you'll step down from your position. I've already spoken to
