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Chapter Forty-One: Families
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2026-07-03 06:46:11
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Aria’s POVI sat at a table, two spots away from where Mia and her date were seated, pretending to scroll through my phone while keeping my ears open for their conversation. So far, the guy seemed decent—confident, well-mannered, and with a thick Australian accent that made him sound even more charming. Mia was smiling a lot, nodding occasionally, and then out of nowhere, she burst into laughter when he showed something on his phone to her.But that laughter sounded so fake.My eyes darted toward her, and just as I had suspected, she casually ran a hand through her hair—our secret sign that meant ‘Get me out of here.’I bit my lower lip to suppress a chuckle before rising from my seat and heading outside. The cool afternoon breeze brushed against my skin as I stepped into the parking lot, pulling out my phone. Without wasting time, I called her."Hey, what's up?" she answered, her voice as casual as ever."Emergency at work. The boss needs the proposal you worked on yesterday!” I sai
Falling In Love With The Disabled Heir Chapter Forty-Four: Misinterpretation 1
Aria’s POVThe next morning, I found myself standing in front of Mia’s apartment door, clutching a bouquet of fresh roses close to my face. My fingers tightened around the stems as I let out a small giggle, excitement bubbling in my chest.I knocked, then bounced on my feet, already chuckling to myself because I knew the moment I saw her, it was going to be chaotic in the best way. I waited, my heart pounding. I could hear movement from inside, and I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing too loud. The door creaked open, and I lowered the bouquet.Her eyes widened in surprise seeing me, and the smile on my face spread on my lips.“Bad b!tch!” We both shouted in unison, our voices blending into one chaotic burst of laughter before we practically lunged at each other.“Oh my God!” I gasped, hugging her so tightly that we swayed slightly.“Look at you!” She squealed, squeezing me back just as hard. “You disappeared on me, silly girl,” I pulled away, grinning at her. “I missed you too,
Falling In Love With The Disabled Heir Chapter Forty-Three: Personal
Aria’s POVIt was early evening, and Jameson and I were finally leaving. The past twenty-four hours had been nothing short of blissful, and people who made me feel like I belonged here. Everyone was gathered outside, saying their goodbyes. Hugs were exchanged, smiles shared, and promises made.“Visit me often, Aria,” my mother-in-law said, holding my hands gently.I nodded. “I will. I promise.”Our bags had already been loaded into the limousine. Kylie and Anastasia stood by, both smiling. I returned the smile, wishing we had more time to spend together.“Don’t forget, I’m getting married soon,” Kylie reminded me with a teasing glint in her eyes. I nodded with a small laugh before she added, “That is to say, you have to be there for my bridal shower.”“Of course, I’ll be there.” I chuckled again. She beamed at my response, then stepped aside as Nicholas approached. We exchanged a silent look—a simple acknowledgment that spoke volumes. Then, there was Aiden. Who hung his arms around
Falling In Love With The Disabled Heir Chapter Forty-Two: Mrs. Blackwell
Aria’s POVThe Nexy DayI sat in the room, fully focused on my anatomy class, trying to make up for what I had missed yesterday. My notebook lay open on my lap, the words on the screen blurring together the more I stared at them.A sigh left my lips. No matter how hard I tried, my mind kept drifting. My time here had been warm, comforting even. Being surrounded by people, all I wanted was just to have fun and good times with them.My ringing phone pulled me from my thoughts. I reached for it casually, but my brows furrowed when I saw the caller. I picked it up warily and put it on loud speaker.“Hello,” I said.“Are you free?”“No. Still busy with my classes,”“All right. I'll just get the maids…”“I can spare a few minutes,” I interrupted, curious to know why he had called me. He was just in the garden, according to him to have a meeting with his office workers.“I need my briefcase. It's on the couch,” Jameson said. I affirmed his request before hanging up. I can't believe he came
Falling In Love With The Disabled Heir Chapter Forty-One: Families
Aria’s POVThe scent of freshly cooked meals filled the kitchen as I placed the last dish on the counter. Cooking with my mother-in-law had been surprisingly pleasant—lighthearted conversations and laughter making the time pass easily. It was a rare moment of peace, considering how the day had started.She made me feel at ease, and I felt the aura of a motherly vibe from her. Let's say vice-versa because our connection was instant.I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel, glancing at the clock. I had completely lost track of time, missing my class again. I sighed inwardly, but there was nothing I could do about it now. I couldn't just leave the kitchen when I was in the middle of cooking and a conversation with J’s mum. Hopefully, Jameson won't notice this.With the help of the maids, we carried the dishes to the dining table. The heater was on, making the room comfortably warm, so I took off Jameson’s hoodie and placed it on the back of my chair. His mother had ensured the meal included
Falling In Love With The Disabled Heir Chapter Forty: Punk
Jameson's POVI wheeled out of the room, checking my phone. Dad had texted, asking to meet in the garden. I sighed, rubbing my temple before placing my phone back in my pocket. Just as I reached the top of the stairs, I saw Aria walk past me and head into the kitchen without any acknowledgement.That didn't bother me but where she had entered. I paused, frowning. Was she planning on cooking? For everyone? Or did she just want to grab something? My grip tightened on the wheels as an image of Nicholas popped into my mind. The thought of him eating something she made didn’t sit right with me. I paid for her cooking classes, only I have the right to know how good or bad her meals tasted.Without thinking, I found myself changing direction, wheeling toward the kitchen. She had evening classes. She didn’t have time to cook. A perfect excuse.Before I could reach the entrance, the ginger-headed punk stepped out.My fingers pressed against the armrest, tightening as my eyes fell on the card
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