MasukAria's POV
“Isabella!”I heard two excited voices coming from the crowd. Two young women in stylish business attire rushed towards me, their faces glowing. Before they could reach me, two bodyguards immediately stepped in front of them.“Please step back,” one of the guards ordered firmly.The women stopped, taking a step back. One of them pressed both hands against her chest, her eyes already glistening with tears.“I… I can't believe you'rAria's POV “Isabella!”I heard two excited voices coming from the crowd. Two young women in stylish business attire rushed towards me, their faces glowing. Before they could reach me, two bodyguards immediately stepped in front of them. “Please step back,” one of the guards ordered firmly.The women stopped, taking a step back. One of them pressed both hands against her chest, her eyes already glistening with tears.“I… I can't believe you're really here." Her voice trembled. “I'm so happy you're safe.”The second woman smiled just as brightly. "Isabella..." she hesitated. “Do you… still remember us?"I opened my mouth to say something when another voice interrupted.“Joy!”"Lucy!" A graceful middle-age woman approached us with measured steps. She wore perfectly tailored navy pants and a white shirt with matching heels. A company identification badge clipped neatly to her blazer. Her s
Aria's POV I stood in front of the master bathroom mirror.My reflection looked like a complete disaster. My long, dark hair had turned into a tangled bird’s nest after a sleepless night in every direction.An oversized cream pyjama shirt hung loosely over my frame, and a blue toothbrush rested between my lips as I absentmindedly brushed my teeth. I stared at my reflection again.I looked awful. Argh….That arrogant fox.He's seriously driving me insane.Does he have two personalities or something? I hadn't slept all night. Not even for a minute. Every time I closed my eyes, Alexander's face appeared in my mind. The sadness in his eyes. The bandage wrapped around his injured hand. The way he had smiled so bitterly before saying good night.I had asked every guard stationed around the estate where he'd gone. I even asked the maids and security team, but every one of them politely said they don't know.I almost asked James. Then I instantly dismissed the idea. Forget it. That man
Alexander's POV He paused before adding. “If you really want her trust… you have to show her you're standing beside Aria… Aria Bennett.” He emphasised her name. I sighed, relaxing my head on the soft leather. “You know why I can't tell her anything.”“I do.”“If she learns who Isabella really was, she might leave Australia immediately.”“And once she disappears…” He didn't need to finish the sentence. We both knew. “But there's another possibility.”I looked at him. “What if you're wrong? What if she genuinely didn't recognise him? Because if she had, she could've told me too.”“Now, speaking of Aria,’ he reached for his glass again. “With this little misunderstanding, will she resume work tomorrow?”I blinked. “Resume work tomorrow?”“Yes,” he took his sip. “I convinced her to work at Sterling Group, and she accepted.”A scoff escaped me. “Of course she will. As long as it doesn't involve me."Williams laughed. “I think you should learn to understand Aria better.” His smile w
Alexander's POV Aria took a slow step backward, the soft heels of her slippers clicking on the marble floor. I held her gaze for several long seconds. Neither of us spoke. A bitter smile tugged faintly at the corner of my lips.She didn't need to say the words aloud. Her eyes had already spoken for her.She didn't trust me.I lowered my eyes for a brief moment before giving a slow nod, more to myself than to her.“Good night, Aria.” Without waiting for a response, I turned around and walked away. The silence behind me was heavier than any argument we could have had.I stepped out of the house, heading to the parking lot. I drove out of the North Shore Estate. The low growl of my black Aston Martin cut through the sleeping city as streetlights streaked across the windscreen.The road was empty ahead endlessly, while the cool midnight breeze brushed against the tinted windows.My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary.No destination had crossed my mind, except
Alexander's POV I shouldn't have called Aria “babe” or "sweetheart".I had no choice.I only said then to keep Avie far away from me. But this stubborn woman is not ready to give up.Aria might have Isabella's face, but deep down I knew she's not the one.I tried to convince myself.But my heart couldn't stop what it was doing. When I found out about the mysterious man, Aria wasn't eating because of it. For one day I couldn't stop thinking about her. I slept over in Williams’ house and monitored her on my system when she went in and out of her bedroom.When I called Mila, she told me everything, and I asked for her favourite food, which she told me.I took the opportunity and made all the dishes in Williams’ house and delivered them to the Estate.Cooking wasn't unfamiliar to me. I'd done it countless times for Isabella. She had always loved homemade meals more than expensive restaurants
Aria's POV Mila and I joined the elderly gentleman in the living room while the maid served us snacks and three glasses of juice. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, filling the elegant space with warmth.For some reason I felt safe and comfortable around him. His eyes felt like home."Isabella, my dear, next week is my birthday,” the old man announced warmly.“Really? A very happy birthday in advance, Grandpa.” I replied, the affection in my voice unforced. Beside me, Mila smiled too. “Happy birthday in advance, Grandpa.”The old man chuckled happily. “Thank you, both of you.” His expression gradually became hopeful. “My only birthday wish…” he looked directly at me, “is for you to attend the celebration at the Sterling Mansion.” He stated this while his weathered hands rested on his walking cane. “You haven’t been to the family home since you came back.”I swallowed hard, and a lump su
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







