เข้าสู่ระบบArielle’s POV I walked beside Soraya in silence, still holding the tray in my hands, even though it felt useless now.The moment we entered the dressing room, she let out a frustrated breath and ran her fingers through her hair.“That jerk! I can't believe he followed us here!” she snapped loudly.I stopped walking.“What?” I turned to face her, my brows furrowing. “You think he followed you here?”She glared at me, clearly not expecting that response.“Can't you tell he belongs in a place like that?” I continued, my tone sharpening. “Everyone in that room was like him. If anything, we are the ones who look like we’re stalking him right now.”Her eyes widened in disbelief.“What did you just say, Arielle?” she asked, her voice rising.“For goodness' sake, Soraya, do you even realize the kind of mess we’re in?” I snapped, my voice louder than I intended.She froze.“Arielle…” she whispered, clearly shaken.I exhaled sharply and walked past her, placing the tray down on the dressing t
Cassian’s POV “Cut that out,” Slash muttered under his breath, his lips curved into a charming smile as his eyes scanned the room like he owned it.“What is your problem now?” I asked quietly, not even bothering to look at him fully.“Your face,” he replied instantly. “You look like you’re attending a funeral, not a party.”I scoffed softly.Before I could respond, he waved toward Tricia the moment she glanced our way.She stood surrounded by a group of elegantly dressed women, laughing softly; her posture was perfect, and her smile controlled. They looked like they were hanging onto her every word.“Well then, excuse me, ice king,” Slash added and walked off before I could stop him.Of course.I was left standing alone again.My hands slipped into my pockets as I looked around. Conversations filled the room: soft laughter, the clinking of glasses—but none of it reached me.What I hated most was the attention.Eyes were on me, watching and judging.Yet no one dared to approach.Path
Arielle’s POVI stood quietly, watching Soraya as she spoke to Angelina in a low tone.The moment we arrived, the sky had already dimmed into evening, and the place was glowing with soft golden lights that made everything look… beautiful and different.Angelina had been waiting for us at the entrance.She greeted Soraya like they were close, as if they had known each other for years instead of barely speaking.And when her eyes landed on me,I felt it.The shift that was followed by a silent judgment.Her eyes said it all. She was silently questioning who the hell I was and why I was there.“And she is…?” she asked with a polite smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.“My little sister, Arielle. She’ll be helping us around.”The moment Soraya said that, Angelina’s expression changed.It was quick, almost too quick to notice if I wasn't paying attention.But I saw it.The warmth disappeared, and her smile faltered.And before I could even react, she grabbed Soraya’s hand and pulled her
Cassian’s POV I didn’t even realize how late it had gotten until the door to my office swung open without a knock. Only one person did that. “Tell me you didn’t forget.” I didn’t even look up from the file in my hand. “Get out.” Slash chuckled as he walked in. “No, seriously,” he said, stopping in front of my desk. “Don’t tell me you forgot about the wine party.” I sighed and dropped the file on the desk before finally looking at him. The damn bastard looked like he was already ready to attend a damn fashion show. He had on a fitted black suit tailored perfectly to his body, with a crisp white shirt underneath. The top two buttons were undone, like he was trying too hard to look effortless. His hair was styled neatly, slightly pushed back, and his shoes were polished enough to reflect my irritated face. “You look ridiculous,” I muttered. “And you look like a man who is about to ruin a very important connection,” he shot back. “I’m not going.” He blinked.“W
Soraya’s POV I dragged my suitcase onto the bed and unzipped it, a smile slowly spreading across my face as I began pulling clothes from my wardrobe. I didn’t even know why I was smiling this much. Maybe it was excitement. Maybe it was hope. Or maybe… it was just the feeling that something... anything... was finally going to change. Because for once, life wasn’t just about surviving. It felt like an opportunity. A real one. Still… I paused, holding a dress in my hands. “What if it’s a scam?” I muttered under my breath. Angelina and I weren’t exactly best friends. Back in high school, I had friends. Real ones. People I laughed with, studied with, and even shared secrets with. Angelina… She was just there. She was loud, pretty, and very friendly. She was also always surrounded by attention. And always using people when it suited her. Even after graduation, we barely spoke unless she needed something.So when she called me out of nowhere asking if I wa
Slash’s POV I still couldn’t believe this bastard had dragged me along. A whole dinner. A whole damn *date*. And not just any date—one with a high-class heiress whose name alone could move markets. I had no say in it. Absolutely none. The moment we stepped into the restaurant, I already knew who owned the place. The place screamed money, from the lighting to the quiet music, even the way the staff moved like they were trained to breathe in elegance. And then there was her. Tricia. She stood up the moment she saw us, surprise flickering across her face when her eyes landed on me. But just as quickly, it vanished, replaced by a perfect smile. Exactly what you would expect from someone of her status. “Cassian,” she greeted warmly before shifting her gaze to me. “And… Mr. Johnson. I’m glad you could make it.” Like I was *invited*. I forced a polite smile. “The pleasure is mine.” It wasn’t! Not even a little.We took our seats, and from that moment on, I knew
Cassian’s POV“Next time, don’t fucking kiss me back—or look at me like that,” I snapped, my eyes fixed on the file in my hands. “It’s disgusting.”Tricia stood across from my desk, silent for a beat longer than usual.“How do you expect me to make it believable if I don’t?” she asked quietly.Ther
Arielle’s POV “Arielle, hand me that box,” Mom called out with her usual light smile.I picked it up from the counter and walked it over to her, returning the smile even though my chest felt tight again.“How do you find our new home?” she asked in her soft and hopeful voice.“It’s perfect,” I sai
Soraya’s POV“I should just swallow my pride and talk to her,” I told Mom quietly.She let out a long, tired huff and sank onto her bed, as if she didn’t even have the strength left to argue.“What makes you think she’ll give in? It’s been almost a month.” Her voice wasn’t angry, just defeated.A
Arielle's POV I walked into the examination room feeling like my legs didn’t belong to me. Everything around me felt muffled… distant… like I was underwater. Students were settling in, flipping through papers, whispering, and preparing. But I couldn’t hear any of it. All I kept hearing was the sou







