LOGINAria'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
Aria’s POVDavid reacted before I could.He snatched the surgical mask, pulled it over his face, and lowered his head just as the door swung inward.The security guard stepped inside. His gaze immediately travelled around the room before settling on me.“Mrs. Sterling, are you all right?”“Yes.”But the pain behind my temples had grown worse. Every heartbeat seemed to send another pulse of agony through my skull.The guard's attention focused on David. “And you? Are you done here?”David straightened. “Yes… yes. I'll be on my way.” He secured his grip around the medical tray and headed for the doorway, keeping his head bowed.Then…BANG!He collided with someone coming from the opposite direction, and the tray slipped from his hands.Clang! Clatter! Crash!The metal instruments scattered across the marble floor, and the sharp noises pierced my head. I flinched and pressed my fingertips against my temples.“Hey! Watch where you're going! Are you blind?” Mila's irritated voice followed
Aria's POV My heart skipped, keeping my face as still as I could while my gaze moved across the hospital room from the corner of my eyes. The white walls, the stainless steel equipment, and the neatly arranged medical supplies—nothing looked useful enough to defend myself with.“Yo… you?” I whispered, trying hard not to look so scared. “I remember you. Aren't you David?” “Yes, but listen to me…” He lifted one hand and took a step toward me.“Someone help…" His palm clamped over my mouth instantly. I jerked backward, but his other arm locked around me, keeping me firmly against the mattress.“Mmm! Mmm!” Panic surged through me. I twisted hard below his grip, trying to pry his hand away. My weak body protested immediately, pain shooting through my muscles as I struggled.“Listen here,” his voice was low, almost pleading. “I don't want to hurt you, but you have to listen to me.”I didn't believe him. I fought harder to make him let me go. He tightened his hold for a moment before leani
Alexander's POV She calmly folded her arms tightly across her chest. The wind went through her average hair as she continued to watch the ocean below. Her face was pale, but the grief carved into her features was noticed.“This was where my son died,” she said, fighting the urge to cry. “I could never forget this place.” I slid my hands into my pocket as I followed her to watch the ocean. She breathed in, her gaze still fixed on the dark water crashing against the rocks far below. “I've been here for a while. I saw you got out of the car, coming toward the railing ““Mom…”“Forget it,” she cut me off before I could finish. “I know what you're going to say.”“I can't believe my son would lie to the family to protect that disgusting woman. You told everyone Gab died in an accident. But that isn't what happened, is it? My son was killed because of Isabella and the man who was with her.”“Mom, plea
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







