Aria’s POV:
Was Wolfe and I really over?
Dad was pulling me out of Bellmere tomorrow. For good. No more Wolfe. No more late-night whispers or stolen touches. Just another school scratched off the list—my fourth.
It wasn’t my fault trouble found me. It always did. But that didn’t matter now. Tomorrow, my father would drag me back under his thumb, and whatever freedom I had left would vanish.
Was this it? Would I ever have a life of my own?
I stepped out of the shower, towel clutched to my chest, and stared at the dried streaks on the remote. Proof of earlier desperation. Proof I’d tried to feel something.
If tonight was my last night of control, I’d make it count.
Damn the consequences.
My fingers trembled as I grabbed my phone and typed the words I’d been too scared to send:
*Your naughty girl misses you too. Come pick her up.*
I hit send. Held my breath.
*Seen.*
No reply.
*Shit.*
Had he ghosted me? Had he found out that my father
