Novels by timbod135

Liam's POV“The Glam Parlour, that's what we called it.” My mother began. “It was a little fashion world of its own, perhaps the very best back in the day. I started as a pattern designer until my boss saw the potential in me and quickly moved me through the ranks.” She sniffed again and I handed her a handkerchief“Thank you,” she muttered as she took it.“Why's it that I'm learning this today?” I asked uncertainly. “What happened at the Glam Parlour?”“I was… I was..” She stammered as if the details were too painful for her to recall. “My boss had no child and no kin so naturally, he signed off The Glam Parlour to me before his death.”“So what happened to the Glam Parlour?”Her eyes immediately turned wild at my question. I had never seen my mother angry but I saw her face twisted in intense anger.“He suddenly came in!” She exclaimed. “That vulture! That predator! He swooped in immediately and took it! He took everything away?!”For some reason my heart was suddenly beating rapid

Liam's POVI suddenly wheeled around.“What do you mean?” I asked. “What do you mean by that?”“There's a lot you are yet to know.” Hans replied calmly. “You might think you've known so much, but believe me my dear boy, there's much more that's hidden from you.”His words had struck a nerve in me and even though half of my mind wanted to call BS on this and storm out, a tiny voice within me kept asking but what if?What if?“Why should I even trust you or believe a single word you say?” I asked with folded arms.“Then I suggest….” Hans reached into his jacket and brought out a rectangular card which he placed on the table and slowly pushed toward me. “I suggest you hear it all from someone you'll trust, your mother and then you'll give me a call.”Hans stood up with a sigh and straightened his jacket.“I'd advise you to be careful but you know how it is, already. You're in the game now.” He patted me on the shoulder before heading out of the restaurant.I watched him leave without a s

Liam's POV“Who.. is.. this?” I repeated, stressing out every word. “I'm a lawyer.” Came the short reply. “I suggest you meet me in an hour at the location I'll text you shortly. Please be there. You'll want to hear what I have to say.”I wanted to talk again but the line immediately went dead. Not long after that, I found myself staring at a text message that had come in with the address he said he'd text.I sat there for a while in silence wondering if it was a good idea to show up. My phone vibrated again and I realized it was another text still from the same anonymous person.“Tell no one about this call.” I was getting more and more suspicious of the whole thing. Whoever it was, they knew my name. They knew about me and the only information they were willing to give out about themselves was that they were a lawyer. What kind of lawyer?I soon hit the road and drove in silence while my thoughts raced with question after question. The questions just kept coming but the answers, e

Liam's POV“How did you know I would be here?” I asked again, taking a couple more steps away from him. “It's no big deal actually..” Charles scratched his head a little awkwardly. “Not the right answer.” I frowned. “Were you following me?” I asked.I didn't tell him I would be coming over here and having him just show up suddenly was little more than just coincidence!“Okay fine.” He snapped. “I actually tracked your phone.”My brows furrowed immediately in a frown.“You tracked my phone?!” I almost screamed the words out with frustration building immediately.“Yeah.” He replied calmly as if this was something perfectly okay to do. “You remember what I told you the first day we met?” He asked quickly.“What's that?” I asked.He had said a lot of things that day and at this point, I wasn't even trying to think about that day. I was more concerned with knowing the type of person he was.“I told you, you've placed a mark on your forehead for stepping into Carter Enterprises.” He repli

Liam’s POVThe message on my screen stared back at me. For a moment, I thought it was Charlse. "Do we have a deal?"I smirked, rolling my shoulders as I picked up my phone. There was no name attached to the message, just a number I didn’t recognize. But I had my suspicions.I typed back."Depends. What do you have for me?"Three dots appeared on the screen and then a message "Meet me at Ridgeway Park. Midnight. Come alone."Of course. Because nothing good ever happened in Ridgeway Park at midnight. I have heard of a series of crimes done at that part of the street. I exhaled sharply, my mind beating fast. There were only two kinds of people who would contact me like this—someone who wanted to help or someone setting me up. Either way, I can't ignore it. If it was a lead then I have to follow it. I grabbed my jacket and slipped the printed photo of Mason Wells into my pocket. My gut told me Mason’s disappearance was connected to Ryan. And if I was right, this could be the missing pi

Liam’s POVI turned slowly, my pulse rising as I came face to face with Ryan Blackwood himself. He stood there, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. Behind him were two of his lackeys—Zane and Cole, Ethan looked like he was about to pass out. His hands trembled as he shut his book and scooted back in his chair, his gaze darting toward the exit like a trapped animal.Ryan tilted his head, his smirk sickening. "Liam Carter," he drawled. "Didn’t expect to see you here. And with Ethan, of all people. What’s the occasion?"I forced my expression into something neutral, though my mind raced. This wasn’t good. Not here. Not now.My eyes darted around trying to find a possible escape route. “Just catching up on some reading,” I said evenly, tilting my head toward the books.Ryan let out a short, amused chuckle. "Oh? And here I thought you were digging where you shouldn’t."Zane and Cole stepped closer. Ethan’s breath was caught in his throat, gripping the table so tightly his knuckles