LOGINARIELLA My eyes instinctively moved around the table, searching. “Where is Maria?” The question slipped out more naturally than I expected. Not sharp, not loud. Just… there. Maria should have been at the table with Leon. She wasn't but Sia was, why? Sia’s smile didn’t falter, but it softened ju
ARIELLA The next day, Leon and Asher were up bright and early. They went through their morning routine and by the time I woke up, it was already around eight. I took a shower, got dressed, and headed downstairs, wondering why they still weren’t back. They had left at five in the dark of the morni
ARIELLA “What the hell is going on here?” Asher asked. Maria dropped the pillow immediately, Like she had just realised we were there. She stepped back quickly, wrapping her arms around herself, her eyes avoiding all of us. “Luca,” Asher said, his voice harder now. “What the hell is going on?”
ARIELLA Leon looked at Luca more carefully this time And for a second, I saw it.... The shift, the realisation that Uncle Luca wasn’t his usual self. Leon then just nodded slowly. “Okay, Dad,” he said. “I’ll go inside with Mom.” Then, like nothing had changed, continued “It’s bath time an
ARIELLA This time, Luca answered. “She climbed higher than she should have,” he said, his tone quieter now, steadier. “Lost her footing.” Leon’s eyes widened. “And then?” “Asher caught her,” Luca said simply, nodding toward him. “Before she fell.” Leon turned to Asher, as if he had just confir
ARIELLA Asher gave me a questioning look as he sat down. "What's going on?" He whispered low. I shrugged slightly. "Sia happened," I whispered back. Frowning. “So,” Asher said, turning back to Leon, “how was your day?” “It was fun!” Leon said immediately. “I learned so much. And she told me th
I cried. Not just with tears—but with sound, with trembling, with my whole body. The kind of crying that strips you bare and leaves you raw. My father pulled me into him, his arms strong and warm, wrapping me in a quiet shield. He didn’t say anything. He just held me, patted my back, and whispered
I smiled, loving the innocent plea in her voice. I kissed her forehead. “No, baby. I have to take you home. But remember what I told you, once we’re married, this? This will be our daily life.” Something flickered across her face—something sad, something quickly hidden. I saw it. She tried to mask
When Asher arrived, I didn’t have to fake a smile. I didn’t have to pretend to be happy—because I truly was. I had missed him. Deeply. Desperately. The feelings rushing through me were raw and real. I had been waiting downstairs after my mom left my room, too restless to stay still. And the moment
I narrowed my eyes at her. “You seriously expect me to get dressed up for him?” “You are doing that.” “We can’t keep the Don waiting,” I muttered sarcastically. “He won’t be mad when he sees how beautiful you look. When he sees how much effort you made just for him,” she said, her voice laced wit


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