Ryan sat back in his chair, as if he was trying to make the pieces fit inside his head. “So… you mean… he’s not my uncle. He’s my dad? Like my real, real dad?”Killian leaned forward, his voice gentle. “Yes, Ryan. I am.”
There was a long pause. Ryan didn’t look angry. Or sad. Just… thoughtful.
“I kinda already knew,” he said finally. “Cause you always look at him like you do with me. And he looks at you like you’re his favorite candy.”
I couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped me. Killian grinned too.
“But why did you lie?” Ryan asked, turning to me. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”
My smile faded a little. “Because it wasn’t the right time yet…”
Ryan looked down at his plate for a while. Then reached for his apple juice.
“I’m not mad,” he said, taking a sip. “I’m just happy. ‘Cause I always wanted a dad like Uncle-uh, Killian.”
My heart swelled painfully. I reached across the table and held his hand again.
“I love you so much, Ryan. You know that, right?”
“I know, Mommy. And I love you too. And Daddy.”
Killian’s hand slid onto the table next to mine. He didn’t say anything, but he squeezed my fingers gently.
We finished our meal, and Ryan insisted on dessert. A big scoop of chocolate ice cream that he got all over his nose. snapped a photo, pretending not to wipe my tears quickly while he wasn’t looking.
As we got back into the car, I pulled out my phone.
Still nothing from Dad. I stared at the screen, my fingers hovering over his contact.
Killian glanced over. “He’s still not replying?”
I shook my head. “Not a call. Not a text.”
“Give him time,” he said quietly.
“I know… I just… I just wanted to hear his voice.”
The car fell silent again.
The
We drove a while, Ryan dozing off in the backseat again. Killian reached over and turned the music down before he spoke.
“Liana,” he said. “I need to tell you something.”
I turned toward him, my stomach already tightening.
“I’m not going to be staying with you guys. At least not for now.”
I blinked. “What?”
“I’ve moved into a penthouse suite at Imperial Hotel. It’s not far. Just a few minutes from the office. I’ll come by to visit, of course. But I think it’s better this way. Until things with your dad calm down.”
I stared at him. For a moment, I couldn’t even speak. “You’re leaving? Just like that?”
“Not leaving. I just won’t sleep over here anymore. I’m giving you space. I’m giving your father a little peace. If I stay, it’ll only make things worse for now. I’m only trying to show respect. He may not like me, but I’ll earn his tolerance, eventually. I have to.”
I looked down at my lap.
He reached into the glovebox and pulled out a slim envelope. “Here. The keys. There’s two new cars in the garage. One’s forRyan. His driver’s already been hired. Agnes will supervise everything. The second car is yours. I wasn’t sure if you can drive…”
“I can,” I whispered.
“Good. The driver’s only for Ryan’s transport. You have full control now, Liana. Over everything. This is your home.”
I looked up at him slowly. “Killian… this is a lot.”
“You deserve more. But this is just the start.”
He kissed my temple and drove off, making me miss him already.
Someone was kissing me.
I froze.
For a second, I didn’t even know if I was awake or dreaming. The room was pitch black, and everything felt hazy, like I caught somewhere between sleep and nightmare. But the pressure of lips on my neck was real. Hot. Urgent.
Killian wasn’t home.
He had said it himself. He wasn’t sleeping here anymore. He’d moved to the hotel. He made it clear. He wouldn’t be around night. He wasn’t supposed to be here.
So then… who the hell was this? at
My heart slammed into my ribs, panic rushing through me like cold water as I tried to jerk back, but a firm hand grabbed my waist, holding me still.
My breath caught in my throat.
I opened my mouth to scream, but another hand clamped down over it.
“Shhh… No one would come help you…”
Liana’s pov
“It’s me. Killian.”
My whole body shuddered.
Relief crashed into me, but it came tangled with confusion and fraustration. I tried to speak, but he didn’t let me. He moved his mouth to my neck, brushing his lips over the sensitive spot beneath my jaw-the exact place he’d marked me. My skin burned under the touch, as if he knew exactly what it did to me.
“Killian…” I managed to whisper, trying to turn my face. “What are you doing here? You said-“
“I know,” he murmured, cutting me off, his hands sliding down to my hips. “I know what I said. I tried. God, Liana, I tried stay away.”
He kissed me again, lower this time, down my collarbone. My breath hitched as he pressed me into the bed, his body and solid against mine. to warm
“I thought it was the right thing. I thought maybe one night away would help. But it didn’t. I couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t think. just kept imagining you here… alone. And I couldn’t take it.”
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