MasukAria’s POVThe words were right there.Balanced on the edge of my tongue—sharp enough to draw blood, precise enough to end everything Sophia has been planning.It would take is one sentence and one revelation. The proof sat heavy in my purse downstairs, medical reports that would rip the mask off Sophia’s face and expose her sickness for what it really was: a lie carefully rehearsed and endlessly rewarded.I opened my mouth.And then she broke instantly, clutching her body like someone spilled hot water on her.Sophia’s body went slack in Ethan’s arms, her face crumpling as if something inside her had finally shattered. A sob tore out of her chest—raw, ugly, desperate. She clutched at her side, folding into herself, fingers digging into his jacket like she was holding on to the last thing keeping her upright.“It hurts,” she cried, voice trembling violently. “Ethan… it hurts so much...My body hurts so badly. I—I’m sorry. I didn’t want to ruin tonight. I just wanted you to be happy.”T
Aria’s POVMy heart had been racing long before the low rumble of his car finally broke the silence outside.I stood on the upstairs balcony, fingers smoothing the edge of the crisp white tablecloth for the third time, even though it didn’t need it. "Oh gosh, I hope he loves this." I said anxiously, I wanted to do something nice for him, I had prepared a golden watch that I neatly placed on the decorated table, along with tasty meals that I had the best chefs-Le Romanas, you need to book them weeks to months before, but them being my grandparents personal chefs, they could never refuse my request. Fairy lights glowed softly along the railing, casting warm halos against the dark. Candles flickered in their glass holders, flames bending with the night breeze, and the rich scent of grilled steak and rosemary lingered in the air—comforting, hopeful.Everything was ready. Thought through. Carefully planned.Too carefully, maybe.I exhaled slowly, pressing a hand to my chest as the engine
Brandon's POVThe boardroom at Universal Holdings smelled of polished mahogany and stale coffee, the kind of scent that clung to old money and older secrets. Sunlight sliced through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting sharp shadows across the long conference table. I sat at the end, hands folded calmly in front of me, though my knuckles were white from the grip I held on my control.I knew what I wanted here and I was going to get it. The twelve board members shifted in their seats, their eyes flicking toward me with a mix of curiosity and caution. I'd chosen my charcoal suit carefully—tailored to perfection, paired with a crisp white shirt and the company's signature blue tie. The picture of reliability. But inside, my mind was a storm. 'One wrong word, and it all falls apart. They've vetted me, but what if they dig deeper? What if Margaret uncovers the real reason I'm here?' I thought.Harold Vance, the chairman, cleared his throat. "Brandon, your proposal is strong. Ten years
Aria's POVThe air in the room was thick, saturated with the warm musk scent of his skin and the faint vanilla clinging to mine. The bedside lamp painted everything in a hazy gold, but my heart hammered so violently I could feel it in my throat, drowning out the distant hum of the city.Ethan hovered above me, breath ragged, eyes almost black with desire. His thumb traced my lower lip, he licked his lips when his eyes pierced into mine.....and I parted for him without thinking. That single touch ignited a spark that raced straight to my core, but beneath the heat, something twisted.. A dozen worries I had buried inside my mind.What if this changes everything? What if I’m not enough? What if, after this, he sees me differently… or I see myself differently?I’d wanted him for so long, dreamed of this exact moment, but now that it was here, doubt clawed at the edges of my certainty. I’d never gone this far with anyone. Never let anyone this close. The vulnerability terrified me as
Aria’s POVHis arms were still around me, loose enough that I could step away if I wanted to.I didn’t.The hallway felt smaller than it had moments ago, as if the walls had leaned in to listen. The lights were dimmed, casting everything in soft amber shadows, and the storm outside had finally quieted, leaving only the romantic aura of the house and the sound of our slow and uneven breathing syncing without either of us trying.He looked into my eyes like he'd been longing to touch me and kiss me l, to fuck me till my legs couldn't walk.My palm throbbed beneath the makeshift bandage he’d wrapped himself. The ache was dull now, pulsing in time with my heartbeat, a reminder of everything that had gone wrong tonight… and everything that somehow felt dangerously right.Ethan’s forehead rested against mine. I could feel the warmth of him, solid and real, grounding in a way that made my knees weak. His thumb brushed a slow, absent-minded line along my side, not demanding, not possessive—ju
Aria’s POVThe heavy front door of Ethan’s mansion clicked shut behind me, the sound echoing like a final punctuation to the nightmare outside. My hands trembled as I leaned against the cool wood, closing my eyes for a moment. The night air still clung to my skin...That man's rough grip on my arm, his casual sinister smile that hid something rotten. He looked like he had done that so many times. For which he did, I knew men like him liked girls they can ruin. If not for Ethan showing up, I would have called my men to destroy him." I was not helpless, but what if I blew my cover and Ethan found out about my identity?" I murmured as I walked in slowly.And Ethan… Ethan showing up just in time, yet too late to stop the hurt from sinking in."You left me alone." I sniffled, "And Amelia must have enjoyed the satisfaction of seeing me destroyed." I couldn’t shake the image of him disappearing earlier, pulled away by that phone call. My agent says he was locked in a room and he literal







