ANMELDENAria's POVI picked up the call and held the phone to my ear. “Hey, Valerie. What’s up? Is everything okay?”Valerie’s voice came through, strained and rushed. “Aria, I’m so sorry to bother you this early. My son’s running a really high fever, and I need to take him to the clinic right away.”I straightened, concern tightening my chest. “Oh no. Is he okay? Do you need help with anything?”“I just need you to open the shop for me today,” she said quickly. “Please, handle things while I’m gone. I’ll be back tomorrow, I promise. But I really need to be with him right now.”“Of course, Valerie. Don’t worry about the shop,” I said softly. “Just take care of yourself and your son, alright?”She exhaled in relief. “Thank you, Aria. Thank you so much.”The call ended.I stood still for a second, her worry lingering in my chest. I could only imagine how hard it must be, handling a business and a sick child at the same time. A quiet sigh left my lips as I slipped the phone back into my pocket
Aria's POV I didn’t want to step out today. I really didn’t. But the walls in that house were starting to feel like a cage. I needed air… something different… something normal. So I found myself walking toward Valerie’s shop that morning.It wasn’t far, just a short walk down the street, and the fresh breeze brushing against my skin actually felt good. I smiled to myself just walking, no pressure, or drama. My mind, however, had a different plan.It wandered straight back to yesterday. The chaos. The pain. And then Kian.The way he had jumped into the pool to save me without thinking of himself. The panic in his voice. The desperation in his eyes. Like he couldn’t breathe without me. The way he held me so tightly, as though afraid I’d disappear again. That part replayed in my mind over and over.For a brief moment, it felt like he loved me. Not because I was pregnant or because he felt guilty but because I was me.I almost laughed softly. What was I even thinking?That thought didn’
Ryan's POVWe sat in the muted gray of the car, the engine off, parked discreetly by the corner of the street. It was late — not quite night, but the streetlights were already warming to life, bleeding pale yellow into the darker corners of the city. Ava sat beside me, legs crossed, arms folded, tapping her fingers against the dashboard. We hadn’t spoken for a few minutes, but the silence wasn’t tense, it was strategic and focused like the calm right before the thunder.Our plan was finally coming together.I could feel it. Every piece was falling exactly where we needed it to be.Ava suddenly broke the silence. “Why hasn’t he come yet?” she huffed, glancing at her watch. “We’ve been waiting forever.”I let out a slow breath, trying to keep steady. “Chill,” I said. “Once he’s certain he has everything in place, he’ll show. He’s probably just finalizing details.”Ava snorted, then leaned back in her seat with an annoyed sigh. There was a restless energy about her lately like she was
Kian's POVThe man was standing a few feet away from us, browsing through a magazine and also pretending to inspect a row of jackets. But he wasn’t subtle. His eyes darted toward us for a second too long before he looked away.I stepped in front of Diane instinctively, my body tense.“Stay behind me,” I muttered.Diane whispered, “What the hell is his problem?”I wasn’t sure. But this wasn’t a coincidence anymore.I took a step forward, my gaze locked on him. “Hey,” I called out.The man looked up — startled — then immediately turned around and ran, disappearing into the crowd.“Let’s go,” I said, grabbing Diane’s hand and following him.“Hey! Who are you?!” I yelled, already breaking into a run.“Kian, wait!” Diane shouted behind me. “Stop chasing him, don’t run too much!”But I wasn’t listening. I had to know who he was, what he wanted, and why he kept showing up around me and Diane.The man darted through the crowd, weaving between racks and startled shoppers. I pushed forward, adr
Kian's POVSomething about that guy didn’t sit right with me.He’d been standing there too long, staring like he knew us or was waiting for something. I couldn’t shake the feeling.“Let’s go check,” I said to Diane, already getting up. “Maybe he’s someone we know.”She raised a brow, amused. “Alright, Sherlock. Lead the way.”We stepped outside the coffee shop, my eyes instantly scanning the spot where he’d been.Gone.“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath. “He left.”Diane looked around too, then shrugged like it was nothing. “Relax, it’s probably just some nosy guy. Or maybe he had a thing for my outfit.”I let out a short laugh. “Yeah, maybe.” But I still felt weird about it. Something about his presence had stuck with me, like a shadow I couldn’t trace.Still, I let it go. I had more important things to focus on.I turned to Diane and exhaled. “Thanks again… seriously. I’ve been overwhelmed lately, but you’ve really helped.”Without thinking much of it, I pulled her into a hug.Sh
Kian's POVThe meeting with the Ashfords had just ended. Everyone was standing, shaking hands, filing out of the boardroom in their usual post-meeting chatter. I caught Diane’s eye across the room and gave her a subtle nod. She nodded back — a silent exchange of “we’ll talk later.”A few minutes later, I was already at the coffee shop we agreed on, sitting near the window, waiting. My fingers tapped absently on the table, thoughts clouded with nerves and a million what-ifs.Then the bell above the door jingled, and she walked in as always, confident, stylish, and a little too smug.“Hey, loverboy,” she said with a grin as she slid into the seat across from me.I chuckled and shook my head. “You’re never letting that go, are you?”“Nope,” she said, sipping her drink. “I’m just amused. And honestly? I'm proud too. You finally admitted it. Took you long enough, stubborn ass.”I rolled my eyes. “Can we not make this about your victory speech?”She laughed. “Fine. Fine. Spill. What’s on yo







