ログインAurelia’s POVI managed to put together lunch, though Cassia barely touched hers. She kept tapping her nails on the table, glancing at the clock every two minutes.“Cass, relax,” I said, pouring her a drink. “You’ve met his parents before.”“I know,” she groaned, pushing her plate away. “But for some reason, I’m having this weird anxiety attack. Like I forgot how to breathe properly.”I smiled. “That’s unlike you.”“Exactly! It’s freaking me out,” she muttered, pressing a hand to her chest.“Still,” I said softly, “try to relax. You look stunning even when you panic.”That made her laugh a little.After we ate, I managed to convince her to lie down for a bit. “Just twenty minutes,” I told her, tucking a pillow under her arm like she was a child. She nodded, mumbling something about me being bossy before drifting off.While she napped, I cleaned up the kitchen, packed away the leftovers, and enjoyed the quiet hum of the apartment. Then my phone beeped.A message from Julien.He’d sent
Aurelia’s POV“About the person who released the photos… any news?” I asked, my voice low.He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “No. I just don’t understand why it’s so hard to trace them. It’s like the pictures were dropped physically, right in front of the press offices. No trace, no sender, nothing.”I swallowed hard. “Hmm,” was all I managed, but my chest felt tight.He looked at me for a long moment. “Don’t worry,” he said softly, his thumb brushing my hand. “We’ll find whoever did this. I promise.”Hours later, there was a sound of a car in the driveway.“Mummy, are you okay?” Oliver asked, his voice sweet and worried.I smiled weakly. I could still feel how swollen my eyes were. “Yes, baby. Mummy just has a little headache,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead.He nodded and ran off to play with Julien, his laughter echoing faintly through the living room. I scrolled aimlessly through my phone, pretending not to think. Cassia had texted, asking if we could go sho
Aurelia’s POVI had made it to the sitting room, ready to leave, when she stopped me.“Look, Aurelia,” Mrs. Knightley said softly, her voice calm but firm, “I’m not a mean person. I just want the best for my son.” She picked up a paper from the side table and approached me. “This is a check, fifty million dollars. Consider it… for your troubles. Just let go.”I forced a small, polite smile, keeping my voice steady. “You don’t have to compensate me, Mrs. Knightley. I also want the best for him.”With that, I quietly left the house. The cold evening air hit me as I slid into my car. I gripped the steering wheel, trying to keep myself together, but tears blurred my vision. I wiped them quickly, forcing myself to focus, and managed to drive back home.Once inside, I collapsed against the door, sliding down until I sat on the floor. The hot, stinging tears I had been holding back finally poured freely. My phone rang somewhere beside me, but I ignored it, tossing it aside like it didn’t mat
Aurelia’s POVThat evening, I was on call with Julien, telling him what had happened earlier.“She actually went to the disciplinary team,” he said, his tone a mix of disbelief and irritation. “Filed a complaint that your department harassed her. I told them to drop it.”I chuckled softly. “You didn't believe her?”“Come on, Aurelia. It’s Isolde. Drama is her oxygen,” he sighed.“Indeed,” I said, letting out a quiet laugh. The next morning, I went down to the lab to run a few tests for a new project. The air was crisp, the machines humming, and for a while, it was peaceful, just me and my focus.Until her heels clicked in.The moment I saw Isolde stride in, I simply adjusted my gloves and continued what I was doing. I didn’t even glance up.She sat across from me, her reflection glaring through the glass divider. “Look,” she began, voice low and venom-sweet, “I get it. It’s rare to find a man like Julien. But clearly, no one wants you. And sooner or later, he will be mine. Why are yo
Aurelia’s POVThe next morning, the news was everywhere, too loud, too bright, too relentless.No matter how hard I tried to avoid it, it found me. On social media. On my phone notifications. Even the TV wouldn’t let me breathe.> Rumors concerning billionaire CEO Julien Knightley and heiress Isolde Cyrus have been confirmed after their appearance together at the gala last night.Another headline followed, this time with pictures. Julien in his tux, hand at Isolde’s waist, her smile polished to perfection.I exhaled slowly and set my phone down like it was something fragile that could burn me if I held it too long.“It’s nothing,” I whispered to myself, though it sounded like a lie I was tired of repeating.To clear my head, I dressed Oliver and decided we were going out.We ended up at Cassia’s house. She opened the door in pajamas, her hair wrapped in a towel and a mischievous smile already waiting for me.“I assume the headlines are toying with your heart,” she said before I even s
Aurelia’s POV“Good morning,” I said calmly, stepping in and taking the seat opposite her desk.“I never asked you to sit,” she said, her tone clipped, eyes fixed on her laptop screen.I crossed one leg over the other. “I figured I should let myself, seeing that you’re busy.”Her fingers stilled on the keyboard. Slowly, she raised her gaze, eyes sweeping over me from head down with that same disdainful precision I’d come to recognize. The kind that tries to peel dignity off your skin.She exhaled sharply. “I learned you sent an email regarding your salary.”“Yes,” I said evenly. “The accountant didn’t respond. Instead, he directed me to you.”“Of course,” she said, almost lazily. “As the financial manager in charge of future budgets, I stopped your salary.”For a moment, I thought I misheard her. “You… stopped my salary?”She tilted her head slightly. “Yes. I did.”I inhaled slowly through my nose. “May I ask why?”“You’re unstable,” she began.That word again. That cursed word. I fel







