In the neon-soaked hallway of the club, Malik’s face was a mask of frustration. "What do you guys know?" he snapped at Leo and Justin. "Every time the Boss gets drunk, the name he whispers isn't Sara’s. It’s Chloe. He has no idea how deep she’s buried in his heart until now."
Malik stared at his darkened phone screen, a cold dread pooling in his stomach. He knew Liam better than anyone. Some people only realize the value of a diamond after they’ve traded it for a handful of gravel.
Back at the secluded villa, the silence was suffocating. The phone slipped from Liam Martin’s trembling fingers, clattering onto the hardwood floor. His tall, imposing frame suddenly buckled, and he collapsed onto the sofa, looking like a man whose soul had been surgically removed.
“Stop chasing them... it’s
