Liam’s POV

Posh’s phone hung in the air, right in front of my face, as I stared at a video of the day I had met Aliya in the arms of Philip. Directly beneath it was a picture of her in nothing but a tiny piece of lingerie, barely covering her nipples.

“Where did you get this?” I mumbled through gritted teeth.

“The trending social media platform, Rona, Boss,” Posh responded, his gaze fixed on me. “It has over a thousand users here in the City.”

“And how far has it spread?” My brows creased so deeply they could hold a thread.

“W…we don’t know yet, Boss.” Posh stuttered, trembling...