Aliya’s POV
“Aliya, are you okay?” Nick kept bombarding me with questions as I stared at the red dot aimed at his chest.
Horror filled my face, and my hands trembled. Who was this Mr. L, and what did he want with Nick?
As if reading my thoughts from wherever the hell he was watching me, another text message came in. “Don’t look so frightened. It’s not like you love him. Besides, I’m aware your marriage is just a show.”
My breath hitched as I read the words, my fingers tightening around my phone before I abruptly tossed it into my purse. Gripping the terrace handles, I held on tightly while Nick stared at me in absolute confusion.
The rest of the guests had gone back inside for the continuation of the event, but I couldn’t move. My knees quivered, and my vision blurred—not from tears,
