Liam’s POV
The guests erupted into cheers at the mention of a man’s name—one that commanded so much respect, even without being seen. Yes, I’m that man. But was I going to go up on that stage and risk everything I was trying to accomplish? Hell no.
I turned to face Aliya, and the frown on her face spoke volumes. Was there any version of me she actually liked? She seemed to hate both Liam and Nick.
I chuckled lightly before speaking. “Didn’t tell me your husband-to-be would be invited,” I teased.
She rolled her eyes so hard they nearly disappeared into the back of her head. Her lips began to move, mumbling words I couldn’t hear, but I knew she was cursing me while holding herself back.
“I mean, the guy’s literally a ghost like you. You two have a lot in common,” I added, smirking. “Can
