Se connecterShe opened her eyes, blinking to ease the sleepiness away. The blanket was the first thing she noticed. Ah”, she gasped sitting up quickly. She looked around, but was met with a space, he wasn’t here. Aria curled into herself, running her hand through her hair exasperatedly. She couldn’t believe she’d fallen asleep last night. He would get mad right, he couldn’t be that petty, Could he? Resigned, she stood to her feet, went to brush her teeth, and get ready for the day. Making sure to keep the night gown properly to return to Agnes. Just as she was heading down to get breakfast, she heard a voice from below. It sounded sickeningly sycophantic, the owner clearly a woman with a mission. Unease curled its way into Arias's chest. Roman Knight although well known and feared by others, was someone nobody knew about his private life. How could I be so stupid, she thought. She hadn’t asked if he was in a relationship already, or worse if he was married. How could sh
With a pounding heart, she rushed into the house. The anticipation was intense. “Miss, you are back. Go freshen up and come have something to eat dear, I made my specialty, a delicious beef roast.” As Aria sat to eat, her mind wandered back to what transpired in the car, his beautiful eyes, his commanding yet magical tone, and most of all, that toes-curling kiss that had her questioning every reality she thought she knew until now. “Are you okay dear?, Your face seems a little red.” Agnes came in from the kitchen holding the last dish, from what she'd prepared. Could you be running a fever?, Victor! She called out. I'm fine Agnes, she said, quickly covering her cheeks that were burning up. She hadn't realised how far her thoughts had strayed. Okay, then I'll have Victor get some medicine. The weather might make one weak easily. The rest of the meal went by in silence. Agnes retired earlier to the kitchen leaving Aria to her own thoughts. After dinner, she went ba
Close to home was a very beautiful but simple art cafe. Rapahels, as the name suggested, was an art cafe. The owner was a nice old lady who lost her son, Teri. From what she’d heard, Teri was an art major, and the cafe remained as a memorial to him. During one of her breakdowns in her teen years, she’d discovered the place, and it’d become a constant spot for her and eventually for Lena. On a warm and comfortable day, she’d discovered sat by the window, the breeze caressing her skin. She agreed to meet with Lena at this cafe. Aria, although having spent the night in the mansion, still had not seen Roman. She felt like she was waiting around to be hunted. The thought sent a shiver down her spine. The click-clack of heels let Aria know that the person she'd been waiting for had finally arrived. She slid into the booth, her tight and short but very stylish wear making her shimmy into a comfortable position. She sighed. I'm exhausted. Lena worked a lot of jobs, including the
With no time left to reflect on the prior events, Aria was back at the hospital.The smell made her nauseous.The surrounding a constant reminder of what she had to lose if she didn't go through with itBesides, she could already tell Roman Knight wasn’t someone to play games with.She was trapped in a situation where she barely had a choice.When she entered the room, a nurse was there. “Aria?,” as though having confirmed she nodded at her. She seemed to approach her with a sense of empathy, as if she understood what she was going through.“I'm nurse Lena and I'll be handling your mother's case personally.”, These are the documents, she said before handing them over to Aria, without a second thought, she scanned through and signed quickly before handing them over.“Thank you” she said, barely a whisper.Lena nodded with kindness in her eyes.When she left, Aria sat on the chair by the bed, taking her mother’s frail hands into her own.She lay pale under the sheets, soft stran
The call connected on the second ring. Aria pressed the phone tighter to her ear, her fingers cold despite the warmth of the hospital corridor. “… Hello?” she said, her voice steadier than she felt. More than a second passed before a voice was heard. “Miss Brooks.” The voice was male; it sounded much like the man she’d spoken to earlier, but what stood out the most was his tone. He wasn’t surprised, like he’d expected her call; the thought unsettled her. Her grip tightened slightly. “Yes.” “Mr. Knight has been expecting your call.” The sentence made her stomach turn, like a cornered prey, left with nowhere to hide. Aria swallowed. “I was told to call this number.” “You were told correctly.” He confirmed. “There is a location,” he continued. “If you are still interested.” Aria’s gaze flickered to the hospital room door. Through the small glass panel, she could just make out her mother’s still figure beneath the white sheets. “… Where?” she asked. He gave her
Aria’s footsteps echoed softly against the polished hallway as she sprinted out of the club, her bag clutched tightly in her hands. Every step sounded louder than it should.Her chest heaved with each breath, sweat slicking her palms, and the weight of last night’s chaos still pressed against her like a physical force.The staff corridor was unfamiliar by day, stripped of its night-shrouded secrecy. The echo of her hurried steps was almost deafening.Outside, the early morning air hit her with a cold slap. Damp from last night’s drizzle, it mixed with the scent of wet asphalt and city smoke. Aria drew in a sharp breath, letting it steady her, even as panic clawed at her chest. She had escaped the club, the process to leave, easier than entering.Her bag felt heavy across her shoulder, the contents threatening to press her down, as if the universe were conspiring to remind her how fragile her position was.Lena’s rules came back, sharp and unrelenting: Never stray. Always follow the ru







