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The whole day felt like a battlefield for Aria. Every step through the office was a trial by fire. Colleagues whispered loud enough for her to hear, snickers echoed behind her back, and papers “accidentally” fell in her path. They were hell-bent on taunting her, crushing her beneath the weight of their judgment.Aria pressed on, her laptop clutched tightly against her chest like armor. Her chin stayed high, her steps steady. But inside, her chest ached with every cruel word, every stolen glance.By the time the afternoon sun bled through the glass walls of the building, Ava and Lila had finally left, their laughter trailing down the hall like poison. The office quieted, but the damage was already done.At the elevator, Bella appeared at her side, her small hands clutching nervously at her cardigan. “Aria… are you okay?” she asked softly, her eyes filled with worry.Aria forced a faint smile, though her lips trembled. “I’m fine, Bella.”“You’re not,” Bella whispered, her voice breaking

The office was finally quiet. Ava and Lila had left, their laughter still echoing faintly in Aria’s mind. She sat frozen, her laptop clutched tightly to her chest, unable to fully process the devastation from the Shaw press conference.Her phone buzzed, and the name “Emma Hart” lit up the screen. Without hesitation, she answered.“Aria! I just saw the news. What the hell are they doing to you?” Emma’s voice was sharp, protective, and laced with fury.Aria exhaled shakily, her voice low. “It’s… it’s worse than I imagined, Emma. They’ve completely twisted everything. My family, my name… it’s a nightmare.”There was a brief pause, and then Emma’s tone hardened. “Listen to me. You don’t have to deal with this alone. I’ll handle everything the press, the Shaws, anyone who dares to touch you. You focus on yourself, your work, your health. I’ve got this.”Aria’s chest tightened. She shook her head, her fingers gripping the laptop. “No, Emma… you can’t. This will only damage your reputation.

The press room was a warzone of flashing lights and shouted questions. Jackson Shaw stood at the center, his parents flanking him like a wall of polished marble.“Mr. Shaw! Is it true you’ve been romantically linked with Aria Williams?”“Did she stalk you?”“Are the photos proof of an affair?”Jackson raised a hand, silencing the chaos with calculated ease. His expression was grave, every trace of his usual charm replaced by cold control.“Let’s put the rumors to rest,” he said smoothly. “Miss Williams was never my lover. But she was… persistent. She appeared at every event, every party, every business dinner, always trying to insert herself into my orbit.”Reporters gasped. Pens scratched furiously against notepads.His mother, elegant and sharp-eyed, leaned forward, her voice slicing through the crowd.“When her advances were rejected, she became hysterical. She caused scenes in public, shouting, crying, begging. She embarrassed our family in front of important partners. We tolerate

The room was dim, Nicolas’s scotch glass untouched between them. Ava sat across from him, composed, a quiet presence against the storm inside his chest.“I told myself I wouldn’t interfere,” she said, her tone soft, controlled. “But seeing you like this… Nick, it breaks me.”His gaze was sharp, wounded. “Don’t pretend this is about me. You were gone for years, Ava. Years. You don’t get to come back and act like—” He stopped, the words clogging his throat.Ava leaned forward, her eyes shimmering with the exact balance of sadness and tenderness he remembered from before. “I was gone because I thought it was the best for us. You were young. The pressure of your family… of the empire. I didn’t want to be the reason you resented your future.”Nicolas’s laugh was bitter, hollow. “And instead, you left me hollow.”For a moment, the mask slipped from her face, but she replaced it quickly, letting her hand hover over his without touching. “I thought time would change things. I thought… maybe A

Aria walked into the quiet restaurant, her laptop clutched tightly against her chest. Her eyes swept the polished space until she spotted Alex waiting near the windows.“Aria,” he greeted warmly, rising at once and pulling out her chair. “How are you?”She gave him a small but genuine smile as she sat down. “I’m fine, Alex. And you?”“Can’t complain,” he said with a light grin. “Though I’ll admit, I was looking forward to this meeting more than usual.”Aria tilted her head, amused. “Why’s that?”Before he could answer, a familiar voice carried across the restaurant.“Because he knew I’d steal the spotlight,” came Anthony Lorenzo’s deep, commanding tone. Anthony Lorenzo called Aria two days ago after her appointment and asked her to bring in the special designs he had requested.Aria rose instantly as the older man approached. Even in his fifties, Anthony carried himself with effortless authority. Sharp eyes, silver at his temples, and the aura of someone accustomed to being obeyed. Ye

The city lights blurred past as Emma gripped the steering wheel, her sharp eyes scanning the streets ahead while Aria sat quietly in the passenger seat. Her hands rested gently on her belly, still hidden beneath her oversized coat, and a nervous flutter danced in her chest.“I still can’t believe we’re finally doing this,” Aria whispered, her voice soft, almost fragile.Emma glanced at her, smirking. “Believe it, Ari. You’ve been carrying this secret long enough. Time to find out if you’re having a little troublemaker, a tiny genius, or both.”Aria let out a shaky laugh, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. “Both…” she murmured, almost to herself, remembering the twins. The thought made her heart pound. She had kept this secret from Nicolas, from Ava, even from everyone else but now, finally, she would know the genders.The car pulled up in front of the clinic. Emma killed the engine and turned to her, her smile encouraging. “Ready?”Aria took a deep breath and nodded. “As re