"Please let him go!!!" Liam heard Aurora plead for his life. He despised having to die in front of her; she had been through enough to have his death added to her lengthy list of past tragedies.He wished for the strength to fight back and break free from the chains that bound him to the anchor that was bringing him down to the bottom of the sea. Her tear-stained face was the last thing he saw before the water forced him to close his eyes.He was a brilliant swimmer thanks to his mother, who made sure he attended swimming lessons even though she barely had enough money to pay for them, but it couldn’t save him from the bottom of the sea.He struggled as the thought of Aurora living with that bastard and his mother the bastard threatened to meet most likely to bully her, filled his mind. He had an even stronger desire to survive but there was no way he could with the thousands of pounds pulling him down.He fought for only a few minutes before his life began to slip out of him into the

Liam found it inconvenient to accompany the man because he could only travel greater distances in the wheelchair and considered refusing to accompany the man, but the prospect of seeing where he was imprisoned in case he needed to escape someday kept him pushing forward. The man guides him down a hallway and stops before a door, which he pushes open and assists Liam in pushing his wheelchair inside. "This will be your study," said the man. The study was larger than his hostel room, which he shared with another person. A large work desk and chair were placed behind a bay window, and books filled all the shelves. "I'll show you around the gym. Your physical therapist will start working there with you tomorrow," the man said as he led Liam out of the room. "You are my boss's son, and he wants you to be his heir, which is why I said your growth and progress will determine when you can leave."That sounded too wonderful to be true to Liam, and he refused to trust what the stranger state

He went to the drawer and pulled out one of the drawers. He reached for the bundles of cash and filled his bag with it without hesitation. When he reached the bottom, he paused and glanced at the envelope containing the deed to the house that Joseph Rowling had given him, as well as the contract he had signed. There was no real consequence in the contract that could scare him away from leaving right now, yet the longer he stared at those envelopes, the more he realized how stupid he was. His mental battle was unlike any other. He didn't want to become the killer machine that the incident a few hours ago had turned him into. He didn't want to lose his humanity, but he also didn't want to miss out on this opportunity. If he walks away from it all, he felt certain that he would be unable to return to claim it, and he would be left with only the rent his tenants had paid and the house, which was far from what the guy had promised to give him as soon as he was ready to be his legal hei