LOGINAria Bennett came to Australia for a business trip – a chance to prove herself as a successful architect from New York. She never imagined it would become the beginning of her nightmare when she met her client, Alexander Sterling, a cold, powerful billionaire whose calm voice terrifies more than rage. The moment Alexander Sterling saw her face, everything changed as he claimed her as his wife, Isabella Grey, the woman he had lost for five years. But Aria Bennett doesn’t remember him or their love they shared. And she refuses to belong to him or be the wife he desperately wanted back. To Aria, Alexander is nothing more than a dangerous, controlling stranger obsessed with a dead woman who happens to wear her face. Yet the longer she stays near him, the harder it becomes to trust her own mind. Desperate for answers, she uncovers a truth more terrifying than death. Then a question was thrown to her: If your entire life was a lie… Who would you choose to become? Aria Bennett? Or Isabella Grey
View MoreAria's POV I had barely taken three steps when a strong hand closed around my arm and drew me back. I found myself standing directly in front of him.“Aria…”“She didn't come, right?” I interrupted before he could continue. “You won. You got what you wanted, so please… just let me be.” I withdrew my arm from his grasp.“Why did you wait there for two hours?”I kept my gaze fixed on the staircase.“If you already knew there was a chance she wouldn't come, why stay there for that long?” He held my arm again. “Why were you so determined to meet her? Have you forgotten what kind of relationship she had with Isabella? And you know perfectly well that staying outside for too long is dangerous.”“But I'm back home now, aren't I?” The words came out sharper than I intended. “I'm standing right in front of you.”“Aria, what's…"“Stop,” I cut him off again, pushing him slightly, stepping back. “I don't want to hear anything else. I need to go to my room and rest. Good night.” I walked past h
Aria's POV “Ma'am, you’ve been here for almost two hours.” The waiter’s gentle voice pulled me from my thoughts. “Are you sure you don't want anything to eat?”I faced her. “No, I'm fine with the coffee you brought. Thank you.”"Alright, Ma'am.”She collected the empty cup from a nearby table before heading to another group of customers. I absentmindedly turned my gaze toward the transparent glass to see Alexander's security men still outside. They had been standing beside the vehicles for nearly two hours.The poor men couldn't even complain.How could they? They weren't ready to see their heads on the floor.I felt a little pang of guilt for them. It's still my fault anyway; I'm the reason they're here. I raised my hand and summoned another waiter. “Excuse me.”“Yes, ma'am.”“Could you please prepare meals for those men outside?”She followed my gaze. “Of course, ma'am.”A few minutes later, several packed meals were carried outside. The guards exchanged surprised glances. When
Alexander's POV My security team immediately stepped between us as one of them extended an arm, blocking her path. “Alex, please!” her voice followed me across the driveway.I climbed into the back seat of my car and shut the door. Through the window, I saw Avie standing helplessly behind my men, her eyes swallowed with tears. Looking away, the vehicle drove out of the compound. My phone suddenly vibrated inside my pocket. I retrieved it and answered the call.“Hello.”“Mr Sterling, we’ve identified the person who uploaded the video of your wife during her speech in the architectural department.”My expression remained cold. “I don't care who did it.” I watched through the window as the mansion disappeared behind us. “Give that person a punishment he/she will remember for the rest of their life.”“Yes, sir.”The call ended. And I slipped the phone back into my pocket. That careless recording has created an unnecessary problem. Because of the video, Mrs Ava Grey had discovered tha
Alexander's POV“How dare you come to my house?” Mrs Ava Grey’s voice cracked through the air the moment she opened the front door and found me standing on the doorstep. She didn't bother hiding her displeasure. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the door as she stared at me with open hostility. “Grandma,” Avie appeared behind her after hearing the commotion. She rubbed her eyes, feeling sleepy as curiosity had drawn her toward the entrance. “I'm trying to get some sleep. Who is…” The instant she saw me, she paused, her entire expression changed. “Alex?” Her eyes brightened as she hurried forward and wrapped her fingers around my arm.Seriously… I hated this. She's so irritating.“Alex, I'm glad you finally came here after all these years of refusing to set foot inside the Grey Mansion. Please come inside; let's welcome you properly.”I immediately pulled my arm free and straightened the lapel of my suit. My action wiped the smile from her face. “Mrs Ava Grey, it's nice to s
Alexander's POV The four men froze, when they saw my men. They were outnumbered and outgunned. The leader looked around, his eyes wide behind his mask. He realised he had walked into a trap. One by one, the intruders let their weapons clatter onto the marble floor. My men rushed in, pinning them d
Alexander’s POV I leaned my head back against the chair, closing my eyes. Inside this room, I had spent the last four hours staring at both Isabella Grey file records, a spy who once worked for a syndicate and Aria Bennett file records, a top-tier architect from New York. The dates didn't make
Aria's POV Where did that memory come from? I remember when I grew up in the United States. I remembered my fifth birthday party with the lopsided cake; my graduation; my dad's burial; and every detail of my life in New York from the time I was a little girl until now. So why was my brain showing
Aria's POV My life in New York was simple. I worked hard day and night to become the woman I am now. I was good at my job because I believed in facts and logic. But looking at that wedding photo, logic was dead. I raised my trembling hand, trying to touch the portrait. But stop in mid-air, foldi
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