MasukAria's POV I started walking, then… the pain exploded inside my skull again. I waited, gradually raising my hand. A sharp pulse travelled from my temples toward the back of my head. My palm touched my temple, rubbing it against my forehead.The corridor wavered, and the walls seemed to blur. I blinked rapidly, but my vision refused to settle.“Not now...”My knees weakened.I searched the corridor for somewhere to sit. My blurry vision spotted something thick. It was a long upholstered bench that stood against the wall, a short distance away.I forced one foot in front of the other. By the time I reached the seat, my strength was nearly gone. I lowered myself onto the seat and rested my head against the wall.………..“Aria. Aria.”Another gentle tap touched my shoulder.“Aria.”My eyes finally opened.The pain had eased considerably. And the first person I saw was Alexander. His face was close to mine, his handsome features deep with concern. Williams and Mila stood behind him.I blin
Aria's POV Her fingernails pressed through my skin and bit it. I refused to give her the satisfaction of a reaction.“You want to act tough, huh?” She sneered. “I'll expose every dirty secret you've been hiding. Dad will throw you out of this house in disgrace. You will divorce my son, and you'll spend the rest of your miserable life behind bars.”Does Veronica know about Isabella too?“What if I told you something about Alexander's mom?” David's words echoed in my head. No way. I yanked my arm free as I pushed it away. “Let me go. I don't know what you're talking about.”“Of course you do," she shot back. “You're always good at pretending. I know you haven't lost your memory. Who knows, you may have faked your death and run away with another man. And when he abandoned you, you crawled back here pretending to have risen from the dead with amnesia.”I stared at her in disbelief.“Look here, ma’am. You have a problem with Isabella. Not me. Whatever happened between you and her has no
Aria's POV I ran my fingers over the spines of books, wondering what kind of boy Alexander had been before becoming the man everyone feared. Suddenly, something fell on my feet. A silver chain necklace lay across the floor, its delicate links glinting faintly beneath the light. At its center hung a small pendant engraved with a distinctive blue 'P.'Something about the necklace made my chest tighten. Slowly, I crouched down and reached for it. The moment my fingers brushed the cold metal… I was no longer standing in the room. I saw myself in my younger version wearing the same necklace around my neck. The surroundings were hazy, as though I were looking through a thick veil. Nothing was clear; the walls, the trees, the houses, the floor, and even the sky seemed to shift in and out of focus. I couldn't tell where I was or when I was. “Wow, this necklace looks so unique. Who gave it to you, Isabella?” A voice broke throug
Aria's POV Everyone turned to see a distinguished man walking closer to them in a perfectly fitted dark suit. His silver cufflinks caught the chandelier light as he approached.Dylan Sterling greeted his father before acknowledging the others.The gentlemen immediately seized the opportunity. “There! Your own son agrees with us!” Another round of laughter erupted.I managed a faint smile, but my attention had already been drawn elsewhere.“Are you all right?” Williams’ question brought me back to reality as he whispered.I blinked, nodding. “Yes.”His gaze remained on me. “You've been unusually quiet. What's going through your mind?”“Nothing, I'm fine. I just need the bathroom.”“All right.” He turned to Mrs. Clara. “Mrs. Clara, could you please show her the way?"“Of course.”I excused myself from the group.Mrs. Clara led me away from the gathering.We passed corridors decorated with antique paintings, mirrors, marble sculptures, and photographs of the Sterling family through dif
Aria’s POVIf I were honest with myself, my nerves were already fraying. This was my first time stepping inside Sterling Mansion since arriving in Australia, and knowing Alexander's mother was somewhere inside that mansion made my heart pound.I drew in a slow breath through my nose, counting: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. By the time I reached fifty, my fingers had loosened from the fabric of my gown.I needed to keep myself together. Too much had changed since I first arrived here.Back then, I had been surrounded by unanswered questions, walking through a maze built from other people’s secrets.Now, I knew enough to realize the Sterling family had been living with their own darkness for years. And, strangely, I almost pitied them.Whatever happened tonight, I knew one thing. I wasn't going to remain ignorant anymore.The convoy slowed as we approached the towering gates of Sterling Mansion. The iron gates swung open, revealing a huge estate illuminated
Aria's POV I looked back.“Whatever you discover, don't assume the first explanation is the correct one.” His tone became serious. “Let the evidence lead you. Then you'll know if you're truly Mrs. Sterling or not.”“What if I'm her?”“Then… I guess someone played with your life. That's the reason I need your medical history.”Someone played with my life?“Mrs. Sterling, please, don't overthink it. It's not good for your health. Relax your mind and find the truth. I'm always here to help.” He gave me a reassuring smile. “And…”I stared at him.“Try to find out whether Isabella really wanted to study architecture. You told me that was part of the dream you described. Apparently, no one knew about that ambition except her father, Mr. Grey.”My heart jolted. “Are you saying that if Isabella truly wanted to study architecture, then what I saw wasn't a dream but a memory?”“I'm saying it would
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
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 I adjusted the strap of my handbag as I stepped out of the terminal, my eyes scanning the unfamiliar city in Australia. The sun was warm against my skin, but it did little to calm the strange unease twisting inside my stomach. This was my first international project as an architect. Th







