เข้าสู่ระบบArielle's POVThe moment Soraya parked the car in the driveway, she stepped out without waiting for me and walked straight into the house.I watched her quietly for a second before grabbing my bag and following behind.The ride home had been silent.The kind that made me understand she was still upset over everything that had happened at the party.The guards mocking us, Angelina's insults, and being threatened with a lawsuit.And probably the embarrassment of losing control in front of everyone.When we stepped into the house, the lights in the living room were off.“Mom isn't home yet?” I asked softly.Soraya shook her head while taking off her heels.“She probably got held up at work,” she answered tiredly.I nodded slowly.“Goodnight,” she muttered before walking upstairs.“Raya…”She paused halfway.I opened my mouth wanting to say something comforting, but nothing came out.“Rest, okay?” I said instead.She gave a small nod and then disappeared down the hallway.I sighed softly
Slash’s POV I was so fucking pissed.I tilted the glass and swallowed another mouthful of wine before grimacing.“This whole shitty party is a damn joke,” I muttered under my breath.“Sir, should I pour you some more?”I turned slowly and looked at the waiter standing behind me.The poor guy instantly stiffened under my stare.“Get the hell away from me,” I said coldly.His eyes widened for a second before he quickly nodded and walked off.I leaned against the balcony railing with a scoff.Everything had been fine before that damn waitress showed up.Actually, more than fine.For once, I had genuinely been enjoying myself.Tricia was beautiful, charming, and unlike most rich girls, she actually knew how to hold a conversation without sounding brain dead. Sitting beside her earlier had felt comfortable.Then that crazy woman came out of nowhere and ruined everything.Not only had wine been spilled all over me in front of important guests, But she insulted me openly, as if I were some
Arielle’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
Arielle’s POVI walked out of class feeling lighter. The exams weren’t too bad, and maybe it was because, after the weekend getaway, I still carried that warmth from being with Cassian. Everything between us felt different now—closer and more intimate. I could still imagine the feel of his hands, h
Soraya’s POVMom sat at the edge of the pool, her feet swaying gently in the water as she stared in the direction Arielle had stormed off. The sun was just right—warm and nice—but the mood between us had cooled the moment she told me how Arielle was upset.“Should I go in and talk to her?” Mom aske
Arielle’s POVI walked downstairs feeling drained. My eyes stung from lack of sleep, and my head felt heavy. I’d tossed and turned all night, replaying every second of what happened between Cassian and me.Everything had been perfect — or so I thought. The way he kissed me, the way his hands moved
Cassian’s POVI could see the doubt flicker in her eyes, and damn, it hurt more than I wanted to admit. The kind of hurt that crawled beneath my skin, burning slow and sharp.It wasn’t the first time someone had tried to drug me. I’d been there before—women who smiled too sweetly, laughed too loudl







