LOGINAria’s POV My lips parted, and a gasp escaped from my mouth the moment his lips closed around my erected right nipple, warmly, sending a slow, aching heat through my body. I gasped again softly, my fingers moving into his hair as I tried to steady myself. “Ethan…” His name slipped out of my lips. He hummed against my skin, the sound low, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. “Hm...yes, my queen?” He kissed my right nipple and moved to the next one, his hand roaming around my body roughly doing something dangerous to my heart. I exhaled shakily, my chest rising and falling unevenly. I could feel my blood rushing out from my vagina, which made me shift slightly, pressing my lips together. “Ethan…” I called again, softer this time. He paused immediately. That was one of the best qualities about him, no matter how lost he seemed in me, he always listened when my tone changed. His head lifted, his eyes staring deeply into my soul. “What is it?” he asked, his vo
Ethan’s POV I stepped out of my car, a strange feeling settling in my chest. I just need to see her and to be sure she's alright. I don’t care about my anger anymore, after all it was my anger that's stopping me from talking to her. The moment I walked into the mansion, Rossa bowed politely. I gave her a brief nod, barely slowing down as I headed straight upstairs to her room. “Aria,” I called softly, pushing the door open. “She’s asleep,” Devi said in a quiet voice, glancing at me from where she sat beside the bed, her fingers gently combing through Aria’s hair. “Is she okay?” I asked, unable to mask the worry in my tone. “She is. She’s been murmuring your name in her sleep,” Devi replied with a light scoff as she rose to her feet. My chest tightened at that. That was so like Aria—when something weighed on her, it clung to her, even in her dreams. She's always talking in her sleep especially when she's hurt.All my fault, I shouldn’t have left her, I shouldn't have said all I
Elena's POV The door clicked shut behind me, but my hand stayed on the handle for a second. I stand there, staring at nothing, my smile slowly fading, just enough to let the truth breathe underneath it. Lucien turned me down. Wow, I can’t believe he did. I let out a quiet breath, straightening my posture before finally walking down the hallway like nothing had happened, like I hadn’t just thrown myself at a man who looked at me like I was nothing, not even nothing like I was something worse and irrelevant. My heels clicked against the marble floor, but my mind wasn’t nearly as composed as my steps. “I still love Aria.” His words echoed in my head. I scoffed under my breath, pressing the elevator button a little harder than needed. Of course he does. Of course he’d say it like that—like it’s sacred, like her name still lives somewhere inside his chest where no one else can reach. The elevator doors slid open and I stepped in, turning to face my reflection in the mirror. Two
(Lucien’s POV) “I only wanted to hear your voice, that’s why I called this morning. Nothing like modeling.” Elena said. She's sitting across from me in my office like she belonged there, her legs crossed, back straight, confidence spilling out of her like perfume. The smile on her lips wasn't just casual. It was victorious. Like she had already won something I don't know we were competing for. I let out a quiet smirk, leaning back slightly in my chair, studying her. “It’s the transparency for me,” I said calmly. “I was surprised you’ve met Aria and both of you...” “That’s not happening,” she cut me off instantly, her voice sharp but controlled. Her eyes locked on mine without hesitation. “You don’t expect me to be friends with your ex-wife, do you?” Silence stretched between us for a second. I didn’t respond. Not because I didn’t have something to say but because I was thinking. She knows too much. More than I ever told her. I never mentioned Aria. Not once. I made sure of t
(Ethan’s POV) I couldn’t focus on anything—the meetings, the presentations, can't even focus on myself. I just sat there, leaning back in my chair, my fingers tapping absently against the armrest as voices droned on around me. Charts were being explained. Numbers were being discussed. None of it registered in my brain, it's just entering one ear and going out of the other. Because my mind kept drifting back to Aria.I clenched my jaw slightly, staring ahead without really seeing anything. I don’t want to talk to her. I meant that. I am still angry.Still hurt, not over what I had seen. But at the same time, I miss her badly. It doesn’t make sense to me. How could I be this angry at someone and still crave their presence like this? Was this what love felt like? Because if it was, it was exhausting. Without thinking, I reached for my phone on the table, unlocking it and opening my messages. I hesitated for a second before deciding to text her. But then, I froze a
I linger by the door longer than I should have, my hand hovering just inches away from the handle as the sound of her retching echoed through the bathroom. It wasn’t the first time I heard someone throw up, but there was something about the way Aria sounded, she sounded weak, like her body was fighting a losing battle, that alone scared me. For a second, a stupid thought crossed my mind. Is she pregnant with Ethan’s child? The word settled uneasily in my chest, heavy and unwanted. I frowned, immediately pushing it away. No. That wasn’t something I should just throw at her, not when she was already in that state. And honestly… I didn’t even know how she’d react if I asked. So I stayed quiet. I figured it would be better to let her come out on her own instead of startling her. The last thing she needed was me barging in and making things worse. A few moments later, the sound of running water filled the room, followed by silence. Then the bathroom door creaked open. Aria
The last words faded softly into the air, his voice dissolving into silence as if the night itself was holding its breath. For a moment, no one moved, no glasses clinked, no whispers followed. Even the wind seemed to pause, suspended between our heartbeats.I stood there, frozen, looking shocked an
*The Next Day*Ethan’s POVI will never, ever regret answering Devi’s call that night. No matter how many deals I close, how many empires I build, or how many risks I take in my life, that single phone call will always stand out as the best decision I have ever made. Devi called me late that nigh
I couldn't step out, Lucien ruined my mood again. And I was worried he'd try to meet me because Lucien wouldn't just write the epistle and let me be. I'm still surprised that he hasn't tried to abduct me because Lucien is crazy to that extent, once he wants something he stops at nothing to get it.
Kissing Aria tasted like heaven. It was not like the dramatic one people exaggerate in books, not the rushed kiss filled with hunger alone but this was filled with something softer, warmer, and real. Comfort and desire colliding all at once, it was like home and danger wrapped into one breath. I







