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(Aria's POV) "Aria—" "No." I pointed toward Elena. "Look at her." Elena’s expression softened more, but I don't care. "She got raised by you. She had a normal life. She had a father. She had a family." My voice cracked, but I forced myself to continue. "And now, just because you found out one night that I'm your daughter too, I'm supposed to suddenly forget everything and embrace both of you?" Elena swallowed. "I'm sorry you had to go through all of that," she said quietly. "But Father did look for you." I stared at her. "For how long?" "Aria…" "For how long?" I repeated. "For years." Moretti said. I scoffed. "More than twenty years?" "Yes." "Then you should have looked harder." His jaw tightened. "Coming back to this city was my last option. I didn't know I would find you here." "I don't care." My voice is colder now. "I don't care why you came back. I don't care what you were searching for. I don't care what excuse you have." I picked up my suitcase again. "And I wil
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(Aria's POV)Six Months passed like that.I stayed inside the mansion and moved through the rooms like a ghost.Sometimes I would walk from the bedroom to the kitchen and forget why I had gone there in the first place. Other times, I would stand in front of the huge windows for hours, staring at the city outside without actually seeing anything.I ate when I remembered.I slept when my body became too exhausted to keep me awake.Most of the time, I simply sat somewhere and stared at nothing, grieving something that wasn't a death but somehow felt exactly like one.I had lost people who were still alive.Maybe that was why it hurt so much.When the pressure in my chest became unbearable, I would put on my headphones and listen to SZA, Lana Del Rey, Ariana Grande, or Cardi B. Sometimes I didn't even listen to the songs. I just needed something loud enough to drown out my own thoughts.I still worked occasionally.A few clients continued sending orders, and I accepted them because design
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(Lucien’s POV) The door clicked shut behind him. And suddenly, I was alone. The silence in the room felt heavier than before. I stared at the closed door for several seconds before slowly leaning my head against the pillow. His words kept replaying in my mind. (You have to learn when loving someone means giving them the freedom to live without you.) I had spent so much time trying to get Aria back that I never stopped to consider whether getting her back was actually what she needed. Maybe I was being selfish again. Maybe my desire to have her forgive me was never entirely about her. Maybe it was about me wanting to feel less guilty. I wanted Aria to tell me that everything was okay so I wouldn't have to live with the knowledge that I had destroyed something precious. But Aria didn't owe me that. She didn't owe me forgiveness. She didn't owe me another chance. She didn't even owe me a conversation. I slowly raised my hand and stared at my finger. The
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Lucien's POV That night in the hospital, Timothy asked me a question that I couldn't answer immediately. It wasn't because I didn't understand what he was asking. I understood it perfectly. In fact, I understood it so well that for several seconds, I could only stare at the ceiling above my hospital bed, pretending that the cracks in the paint were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. Timothy was sitting on the small stool beside my bed, his elbows resting on his knees while he watched me quietly. The room was silent except for the faint beeping of the monitor beside me and the occasional footsteps of nurses passing outside. I had spent the entire evening thinking about Aria. I always think about her, she's always on my mind. Even when I tried not to. Timothy eventually broke the silence. "If you were in Aria's position, would you forgive her?" I slowly turned my head toward him. He didn't look away. "If she had treated you like you were nothing, disrespected y
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“Then why does it take one message from him to change everything?” Ethan asked. I didn’t know what to say. My lips pressed together and I reached for his hand, holding it with hope. He pulled his hands away. “No, don’t manipulate me.” His voice was low, but it carried. “You will answer my question now.” “Ethan…” “Do you still have feelings for Lucien or not?” The question sat between us, heavy and ugly. I stared at the floor because looking at him made it worse. That question had an answer I had been running from for months. “Aria. Answer me.” he whispered audibly. “Yeah,” I said finally, nodding once. My cheeks burned. “No matter what, a part of me will always love him.” Silence. Then, he asked: “And what about me?” I grabbed his arm. “Trust me, I choose you, okay? Lucien is in my past.” He smiled, but it wasn’t a real smile. It was bitter and tiring. “In your past? Aria, you’re still in love with him.” He raised his voice. I could hear the pain in it, see it in his
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Aria's POVBy the time Ethan drove us back home, I was exhausted.Not the kind of exhaustion that made me want to collapse into bed and sleep for twelve hours. It was the pleasant kind—the one that settled into my bones after spending an entire day walking around, laughing, eating, and actually allowing myself to enjoy something without thinking about everything that had gone wrong in my life.For the first time since the kidnapping, I had genuinely forgotten about the fear.I didn't think about Devi's betrayal or the moment she slapped me or wondered how someone I trusted so deeply could betray me. I just thought about it now.And to my very own surprise, I was just thinking about Lucien Volkov, if he's fine or not.It's strange, why was I thinking about him? All of a sudden?I glanced out of the car window as Ethan drove through the gates of the mansion. The familiar sight of the large house came into view, its lights glowing against the evening darkness."Thank you," I said quiet
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My father nodded slowly, a quiet look of satisfaction settling on his face. That simple gesture warmed something deep inside my chest. He has always been like that with me—supportive in the quietest but strongest way possible. As long as the choice I made was truly mine, he never stood in my way.
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(Lucien’s POV) My phone started ringing as I walked out of my dressing room.The sound cut through the silence of the room like a blade. I glanced lazily at the screen. Mom. A bitter scoff slipped past my lips. Without answering, I tossed the phone onto the bed. The room spun slightly wh
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(Elena’s POV) Aria Beaunot. So that’s Lucien’s ex-wife. The woman who refuses to let him move on. I tighten my fingers around the steering wheel as the image of her face flashes in my mind again. She is so calm, collected and beautiful in that quiet, effortless way that makes people stare twi
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Lucien’s POV I could accept anything Aria wanted to do to punish me, anything at all. She could scream at me, slap me, insult me, humiliate me in front of the entire city if she wanted. I deserved it. And I know that. I cheated. I crossed a line that should never have been crossed. I shattered so
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