Liam’s POV

I squinted against the bright morning light peeking through my window. Stretching hard, I sat up, taking in my surroundings. I was at my mansion, and then it all dawned on me—everything that had happened.

“Fuck!” I groaned, my hand flying to my head as a sharp pain struck. Pressing on my temples tightly, I tried to will it away, but who was I kidding?

I turned toward the bedside table to find two empty bottles of vodka. That explained the splitting headache.

Slowly, I slumped back into bed, dreading my own existence. Why did I feel this way? Seeing Aliya yesterday with that bastard had cut the...