LOGINAria'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 He offered me a chair opposite his desk. “Of course.”I sat.He reviewed the chart in front of him. “First of all, your condition has improved. You need to continue the medication, get sufficient sleep, and avoid anything that causes undue stress.”“Thank you.”He smiled. “But I suspect that's not why you've come.”I held his gaze. “Yes, I need to discuss something with you. And this conversation must remain completely confidential.”His shoulders stiffened. “Mrs. Sterling…”“No one else should know about this and certainly not Alexander.”The doctor's face paled. “You understand who you're asking me to keep this from?”“Yes.”He cleared his throat lightly. “Mr. Sterling owns this hospital, and crossing him isn't something I would recommend.”“I'll take responsibility. You wouldn't face the consequences of speaking with me.”The doctor watched me, clearly uncertain about what I had just said. “You seem very confident.”“Absolutely.”He leaned back in his chair. “All right.
Aria’s POVIsabella remained seated for a while, her tear-filled face angled toward me.She didn't move, nor did I. Something about her expression made my skin prickle. It was as though she could sense another presence inside the room, even though her eyes held no clear recognition.Then she rose.The mangled pieces of her drawing were gathered against her chest, and she walked toward me.I instinctively braced myself as she passed straight through me.A breath escaped my lungs. I hadn't realized I'd been holding it.So she couldn't see me.I turned. She returned to the little table and resumed her seat. Between sobs, she tried arranging the torn papers across the wooden surface, attempting to reshape the picture her father had destroyed.She shifted them repeatedly, but nothing seemed to fit. Her fingers eventually stopped.“Mom…”She bowed her head, looking at the broken drawing
Aria's POV A tall man stood in the doorway, his expression filled with annoyance. But he looked younger than the man I had seen at the party. His hair was darker, his face less weathered, yet the same hard expression sat across his features.Mr. Grey? What's he doing here?Before I could process it, his voice filled the room.“Didn't I warn you to stop wasting your time drawing and concentrate on becoming a proper wife?”“I…” I was completely lost. I couldn't know what to answer. His words caught me off guard.Then I heard a small voice.“Dad…”I turned immediately. A little girl sat at the tiny table. She had my exact face and figure. She quickly abandoned her pencil and climbed to her feet, her eyes already wet.“Dad, I'm still young,” she whispered. “I want to pursue my dream of becoming an architect.”“Are you talking back to me?” He thundered, getting more angry as he crossed the room to seize her slender arms.“Ah!” She cried out, holding her father’s hand. His fingers dug in
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