Chapter 6 The Live-in Husband Rise to fame

liam (pov)

Deep within my heart, a secret flame had been kindled for Haven, whose kindness had stood out among the Andersons women. During the five years i had spent living with the family, my feelings for her had grown until i realized that I had fallen in love with her. However, the mistreatment i had endured at the hands of the rest of the family had left its mark, casting a shadow over my affection for Haven. Despite my love, i struggled to reconcile my conflicted emotions, torn between my passion and my resentment.

☆Katherine and Emily sat at the dining table, their dinner forgotten as the tension in the room threatened to suffocate them. Just as they were about to succumb to the silence, their ears caught the sound of their own voices on the television.

The news report had captured the altercation at the restaurant, broadcasting the moment of humiliation for the world to witness. Emily was quick to express her fury: "Mom, how could those reporters have done this? Who gave them the authority?"

Katherine, equally incensed, questioned, "Who does Cole Taylor think he is?As Katherine spoke, her rage and indignation rose to a fever pitch. "And those security guards," she fumed, "who do they think they are, escorting us out like common criminals?"

Emily, fueled by her mother's anger, chimed in, her voice laden with contempt. "The nerve of them all! They think they can humiliate us and get away with it? We will make sure they all pay dearly for this. They'll regret ever crossing us."

Katherine, nodding her agreement, turned to Emily with steely resolve in her eyes.

HAVEN(pov)

Lying on my bed, I allowed myself to sink into the despair that gripped me, my heart heavy with the turmoil of the evening. My loyalty to my family was unquestioned, but my love for Liam, a forbidden fire that burned in my soul, threatened to consume me.

I closed my eyes, replaying the night's events in my mind's eye. The anger in my mother's voice, the venom in my sister's words, all directed at Liam, twisted my gut. Their treatment of him had been unfair, unjustifiable, and my heart ached at the injustice of it all. Despite my family's actions, Liam had held his head high, an unflinching resilience shielding his true emotions.

I fought back the urge to race to Liam's side, to take him into my arms and reassure him that he was not alone. But I knew that such actions would only invite the wrath of my family, the very people I had been raised to protect and obey.

So I stayed, trapped in the confines of my room, as my heart battled with the duality of love and duty.Liam had stolen a piece of my heart years ago, and in the safety of my solitude, I allowed my thoughts to dance freely through the memories of our time together. I replayed every stolen moment we shared, from the furtive glances at family gatherings to the intimate whispers of secrets in the darkest hours of night.

As I lay there, consumed with worry for Liam, my mind conjured up scenarios, each more terrifying than the last. Was he able to secure a respectable job, one that matched his brilliance? Or was he forced into a life of desperation, scraping by in a job he despised?I agonized over the very real possibility of Liam's life spiraling out of control, without my presence to support and guide him. My love for him battled with the suffocating responsibility I held to my family, a battle that left me feeling helpless and torn.

Hours passed, the night slipping away as the weight of my indecision pressed down upon me. I knew I had to do something to break the vicious cycle of doubt and fear. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was stuck, my love and duty shackled by a seemingly insurmountable conflict.With no clear path forward, and my mind a swirling vortex of unanswered questions and unspoken desires, I finally succumbed to the heavy blanket of sleep. The veil of darkness provided temporary relief, but no answers. As I drifted off into a fitful slumber, the weight of my indecision hung over me, a heavy mantle that refused to budge.

Yet, even as the night stretched on, my thoughts refused to quiet. Somewhere in the depths of my unconscious, the struggle continued, wrestling with the ghosts of my past and the uncertainty of my future.