Liam’s POV
I couldn’t understand what was happening to me anymore. One minute, I was enjoying a good time with Aliya, and the next… the next was history, I guess, because she hated my guts.
Maybe it was for the best. I had lost focus on why I was with her in the first place, and—
“Liam De Luca, son of Martin De Luca, can you f*****g keep your head in the meeting?” Brooke’s sharp voice shook me out of my thoughts.
“Sure, I’m here.” I turned to her with a smile and took a sip from my glass.
“No, you’re not. If you were, then you’d have reacted when I said Dad had a breakdown while you were off on your honeymoon with Miss Perfect.” Her voice dripped with venom at the mention of Aliya.
“How’s he now?” I asked, rubbing my temples. I wasn’t sure why my father’s breakdown didn’t make me mov
