Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

"There is no longer any need for you and Jasper to remain entangled with one another. He is not your benefactor. The more you
insist, the more hurt you will get. You are just self-sabotaging."
"Liam, listen to yourself! How could you say something like that?"
Alyssa's heart wrenched, and her eyes were bloodshot. "Back then, my miscarriage was an accident! I didn't even know I was
pregnant. So how could he have possibly known?
"It was my own choice to keep my miscarriage a secret. It had nothing to do with Jasper! How many times do I have to repeat
myself?"
That being said, Liam's expression remained unchanged. He was still as frigid as before.
"You are still young, Lyse. There are plenty of other men out there who are better than Jasper. They can give you whatever
Jasper had given you. Even if they can't, we can."
"He is the only one for me! I'm warning you again, Liam, don't stand in my way. Don't make me hate you!"
Alyssa was like an agitated lioness. She gritted her teeth and was about to force her way past Liam. But her slender arms and
legs were no match for her brother, who had military experience!
Liam's eyes turned dim. His tall frame remained steadfast in front of her. He extended his arms to block her way. He then
wrapped his arms around her waist.
She felt his grip tighten forcefully. Alyssa was then pulled into Liam's embrace.
In the next moment, Alyssa was swept off her feet and up in the air. The world around her spun.

Liam had picked her up and put her over his shoulder with much ease. Without any change in his expression, he straightened his
back and hooked his muscular arm around her thigh.
No matter how she tried to hit him or scream at him, he continued striding forward.
"Liam Whitaker! Put me down now! Do you want to die?" Alyssa screamed. She hammered her fists on his back, which, to Liam,
simply felt like scratching an itch.
"Be good, Lyse," Liam said as he briskly walked.
In a warm and low voice, he uttered, "I'm doing this for your own good."
By the time Amber awoke, it was already in the afternoon.
Groggily, she crawled out of her blanket. She massaged her temples, which felt sore and swollen. Her stomach was still churning
and hurting.
"Hmm... Where am I?"
Amber was stunned. All her drowsiness vanished instantly.
Surveying her surroundings, she discerned that she occupied a lavish presidential suite. If she wasn't mistaken, it belonged to
one of the hotels affiliated with the Beckett Group.
"Oh, shit! Axel!"
Amber turned the blanket over with shaky hands, then realized that the black dress that she had on her was still intact.

It appeared that Axel hadn't done anything to her.
Her last memory of last night was like a frozen frame from a movie. It was paused at that moment when they shared that
passionate kiss, which she couldn't pull herself away from.
The pace of Amber's breathing quickened. She put her hands on her chest, which was rising and falling rapidly. She was utterly
perplexed.
At the same time, there was no sign of that extremely handsome man in this spacious room.
"Axel... What sort of man are you, really..."
Lost in her thoughts, she was startled by a knock at the door. She got out of bed slowly to open the door, all while resisting her
gastric pains.
It was a hotel staff that was standing outside the door. He handed a box of medication with a smile on his face.
"Good day, miss. Mr. Whitaker asked me to bring you some gastric medication. He also asked me to pass a message."
Amber accepted the medication and held it tight. "What is it?"
"Take it twice a day, two pills each time. And make sure you have proper meals."
Upon delivering the message, the staff member nodded and left.
Amber was dumbfounded and couldn't move. She replayed those words in her head. She gulped back her tears, and quietly, her
eyes turned red.
When was the last time anyone had cared for her?
She could no longer remember when that was.
She was akin to Jameson's trophy, relying on his presence by her side. With ample funds at her disposal and an abundance of
clothing, her sole responsibility was to serve Jameson with her own appearance.