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MUM, I COULDN'T FIND YOU

作者: Solyn Aure
last update 公開日: 2026-07-11 00:37:12
ARIA’S POV

I sink deeper into the warm water of the pool, letting the gentle ripples lap against my skin. For the first time in what feels like forever, the heavy weight of anxiety and constant worry has lifted from my shoulders. I can actually breathe better.

Jeremiah is getting stronger every single day. His laughter echoes through the house more often now. His cheeks have a healthier glow.

Everything is perfect except for the bizarre atmosphere in this house. An unspoken rivalry betwee
Solyn Aure

“Peace is a beautiful illusion when you are building a home in the middle of a wildfire, forgetting that the flames always claim what they touch." — Solyn

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  • 70 Days With The Wrong Billionaire    LIFE HAS A WICKED SENSE OF HUMOUR

    STEPHANIE'S POVThe last takes wraps under the bright studio lights. Crew members begin resetting equipment while the director calls for a short break. I hand my prop weapon to an assistant and smooth the front of my costume, already calculating the rest of the afternoon.Coltrane Cruz stands a few metres away, accepting a bottle of water from his PA and shrugging into his coat. I cross the distance with an easy smile.“Coltrane. What do you say about running through a quick table read or some private run-through of the balcony scene before the main shooting. The choreography still feels a little loose on my side.”He glances over, polite but already half-turned toward the exit. “Yeah, sure. Just not today. I’m stacked.”“Oh, of course.” My smile doesn’t slip. “My driver is stuck in midtown traffic—can I hitch a—”Before the request can fully leave my lips, Coltrane offers a distracted wave over his shoulder and stride

  • 70 Days With The Wrong Billionaire    NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT, MY ASS

    The scent of cedarwood, leather, and steam starch clings to my clothes as I slip into the back seat of the car. I miss doing this. I miss the scratch of charcoal, the debate over grain lines, the chaos of creation. But more than that, I miss my son more than I expected. Daisy would lose her mind over the encounter with Stephanie. Realising how long it’s been since we properly talked makes me pull out my phone and type a quick reminder to myself. ***** I slide off my heels, reaching for a pair of soft indoor slippers, when my fingers freeze. There are two unfamiliar pairs of shoes resting on the display shelf. Someone is definitely inside the house. Not just one person. An unexplainable tension knots in the small of my back. Without even realizing it, my steps slow down naturally. In the salon two women sit close together on the large sofa. Naomi King and Stephanie Langford. Both turn when I appear. Their expressions still hold the remnants of whatever they were laughi

  • 70 Days With The Wrong Billionaire    HER FANGS ARE STARTING TO SHOW

    ARIA'S POV I step inside carrying my portfolio and the notes Elsie sent over last night. A few heads turn. I offer a polite smile and a quiet greeting. Most return it with nods. One woman—tall, sharp-featured, copper dyed hair lets her gaze travel over me slowly before looking away without a word. The temperature around her feels a few degrees colder than the rest of the room. Elsie appears almost immediately, tablet in hand, expression bright. “Aria, perfect timing. Some of the principal cast are coming in for fittings later today. Come, I’ll walk you through the boards.” She leads me toward a long table covered in sketches and fabric swatches. The main characters’ looks are arranged in sequences. Elsie talks quickly, pointing out seam placements, hidden stretch panels, and the way some pieces need to move from ballroom to battlefield without a full change. I can feel her watching my face as she shows me the lead female’s primary coat—heavy embroidery on the outside

  • 70 Days With The Wrong Billionaire    AS IF YOU'LL EVER LET HER LEAVE

    TWENTY HOURS EARLIER NOAH'S POV “Any new update on Aria’s case from four years ago?” I ask without looking up from the screen. Falcon says, standing in front of my desk, tablet in hand. “KC said he’s compiling everything. He’ll send the full file by tonight at the latest.” I stop scrolling. The words she said in the cinema room are still sitting under my skin like glass. I asked for it. How many motherfuckers has she looked at with those wide, dark brown eyes and asked for touch? Am I supposed to feel some sort of pathetic gratitude or luck because I was the first man to have her? “Tell him to hold off.” Falcon pauses. “Sir?” “Tell him to scrap it. I don’t want to see it.” He stares at me for a second too long, clearly thrown. I’ve been pushing for these answers for weeks. Now that they’re close, I’m shutting the door. I needed to feel... relieved back then. Her words play in my head again. I will only get more fucking pissed. Might even end his motherfuck

  • 70 Days With The Wrong Billionaire    DID JANE SET ME UP?

    ARIA'S POVMy mind goes completely blank for a second.Naomi King stands in front of me.Everyone in New York, and frankly the world, knows who she is.She isn't just some wealthy billionaire’s wife; she is a legendary, world-renowned surgeon who has saved countless lives. Born into generational old money, she is the ultimate, intimidating combination of beauty, brains, and luck that feels almost unfair.“Madame King—” My voice finally works, thin and startled.Did Jane set me up? I’ve been betrayed enough times that suspicion comes faster than trust.Naomi walks toward me. Up close she is even more striking—elegant in a way that feels effortless. No wonder Noah turned out looking the way he does. The genetic code is undeniable."I didn't think I would meet you here today," Naomi continues, her eyes scanning my face. "I have been meaning to meet you for quite some time."Meet me?The word rings alarm bells in my head. My mind races to all the romance cliché I’ve read.Is this the lege

  • 70 Days With The Wrong Billionaire    STARING RIGHT THROUGH ME

    ARIA'S POV “Miss Aria! You’re here. Matteo mentioned you were coming over.” Jane says as she hurries over. Rose and Emily—the girls who had helped me with my makeup for the gala weeks ago abandons their clipboards to join us. Both of them are smiling like they’ve been waiting for an excuse to leave their work.“Those blends you recommended were perfect,” Rose starts. “The drape is incredible. We’ve already started combining too. I hope you can help us check them out before leaving.”"True." Emily chimes in. "You've this way of making cuts look effortless, Miss Aria.” She leans in whispering. “If you ever need a fit model or just want to test out your new textures, please let us know first."I laugh softly nodding, a little embarrassed. “I’m just here to pick up some fabrics. Nothing special.”Jane glances at the bag I’m holding. “Is that lunch? Please tell me it is for the boss. He’s been locked in meetings since seven this morning. Hasn’t touched anything. The whole building is sur

  • 70 Days With The Wrong Billionaire    LITTLE PRINCESS THAT GOT AWAY

    NOAH'S POV My phone buzzed at noon. I was in the middle of a call with the Milan team when Matteo set a note face-down on my desk. That only ever meant one thing: it was very urgent, and very important. I wrapped up the call in under two minutes and flipped the paper over.Subject: Sighting co

  • 70 Days With The Wrong Billionaire    I'M HERE FOR MY SON

    ARIA'S POV I stare up at the towering glass skyscraper of King Atelier. The building is breathtaking—a sleek masterpiece of white marble, brushed steel, and massive glass windows catching the bright sunlight. My dream building. Very soon, my business would surpass this heights. The revolving do

  • 70 Days With The Wrong Billionaire    I'M BACK

    FOUR YEARS LATER PRESENT ARIA'S POV The crisp air outside John F. Kennedy International Airport hits me the moment I step out. Suddenly, a familiar loud screech cuts through the noise. "Aria! Oh my god, look at you!" Daisy throws her arms around me. She squeezes the breath right out of my

  • 70 Days With The Wrong Billionaire    FEELING LOST

    JAMIE'S POV A blinding rage consumed me. I lunged forward, ready to throw my entire weight against Noah's door and break it wide open, but two heavy hands violently held me back. “Sir, step away. You can’t go in there.” My eyes flared with dangerous rage as I glared at the suit. “Get the hell out

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