Se connecterLila’s POV“Wow, Lila… it’s only been five days since we graduated and you already own a huge flagship to yourself?”Sofia’s voice comes out soft, breathless, filled with pure wonder.I don’t answer immediately.Because from where we’re standing… I can see everything.The upper level curves slightly around the flagship, enclosed in clear glass that overlooks the entire space below. The music drifts up to us, softer here. Muted. Like the chaos beneath us belongs to a different world.People move in and out in a steady flow. Laughter rises. Glasses clink. The soft glow of chandeliers reflects against polished floors as customers already begin picking pieces off racks.My pieces.My brand.My life.“I guess that’s what it takes to be an Armitage, is it?” Enzo adds, lifting his glass to his lips and taking a slow sip, his tone light but laced with something deeper. Something curious. Maybe even a little impressed.“The whole place screams ready, girl. I’m sure you’re going to do amazingly
Liam’s POVI burst through the front door and stride straight into the living room, my chest rising and falling as if I have just run a mile.The sound of the door slamming echoes behind me.“Why did you stop me, Mom?” I demand, running a hand through my hair as I turn sharply. “I should have gone to her. I should have stopped her from leaving with him.”My mother steps into the room calmly, closing the door behind her.“And how exactly were you planning to do that?” she asks.Her question catches me off guard.I stare at her, confused.“I don’t get it,” I scoff, walking toward her. “What do you mean?”She studies me carefully.“You can’t possibly tell me you planned to tell her that she’s your wife.”The words hit me harder than I expect.I press my fingers against my temples.“No. Not really,” I admit under my breath, “but that doesn’t change the fact that she is.”“And it still doesn’t change the fact that she can’t remember any of that right now,” my mother replies gently. “And yo
Margaux’s POVI stand by the window, my fingers resting lightly against the curtain as evening settles over the estate. The sky is dim, fading into a quiet blue-gray, and the garden lights flicker on one after another.Footsteps approach softly behind me.“Are you sure about this, ma’am?” Vivian’s voice drifts through the room. Careful. Hesitant. “This is going to hurt the young master a lot.”I scoff under my breath.The image flashes in my mind so clearly it almost amuses me. Lior arriving at the school. Seeing Lila and Rowan being taken away together. Watching them leave for their little date.The plan had been precise. Deliberate.I turn slowly to face Vivian.“Because that’s exactly what he needs to grow,” I say firmly, pointing a finger at her before walking back toward my seat. “I don’t want him ending up like his father.”The memory of that weak, broken man tightens my jaw.“A man who could not even fight to reclaim his own life,” I continue, lowering myself into the chair. “I
Lior’s POVI watch as Lila walks away with Rowan.I tell myself I won’t follow her with my eyes.I fail.Rowan opens the car door for her. She pauses for half a second before getting in, not looking back. Not once. The door shuts. The engine starts.And I stand there.Useless.My grandmother’s voice echoes in my head from our last conversation: Why not give up on her and accept the fate you’re born with?“I don’t intend to give up on Lila,” I had said to her, holding her gaze.She had been quiet for a moment before gently saying to me, “Then start by showing up at her graduation party. If you truly intend to get her back, begin there.”I promised her I would try.But here I am.Watching another man drive her away.The car pulls off. I remain standing there long after it disappears from sight, as if my body has forgotten how to move.My chest aches.She did not spare me a glance.Not even a second.My phone vibrates. A text. Grandma: How’s it? Were you able to speak to her? If you did
Lila’s POVI let Rowan hold me a little longer than necessary.His arms are warm around me, steady, familiar. For a moment, I resist the urge to pull back too quickly, remembering that Lior and Liam are watching.Then I slowly pull away.Before I can even gather my thoughts, my friends rush me, excitement spilling from them in waves. Sofia is practically vibrating.“You’re not going back on this, right?” she demands, grabbing my hands. “This is final!”I smile softly and give her a curt nod.Her eyes widen instantly. She slaps a hand over her mouth, giggling in pure shock and delight.That’s when a loud buzz cuts through the air at the entrance.People begin shouting. Cameras flash. A small crowd parts instinctively as something pulls up.I look at Rowan first.Did he do something again?He has always had a flair for dramatic surprises. But he just shrugs, brows raised, clearly as confused as I am.He doesn’t know?I blink, trying to understand what is happening as a sleek white limou
Lila’s POVI stare at the woman in front of me.Elara.My breath almost falters, but I steady it quickly.“It’s… you again?” she says, surprise etched clearly in her voice. “Oh, I didn’t expect to see you here. I… actually came for a friend’s daughter’s graduation.”Her eyes travel over me, slow and assessing.“You school here? Graduating from the fashion school too?”I keep my expression neutral and give a small nod.“Yes.”The first time we met at the mall months ago, I hadn’t gotten my memories back then. But it kept tugging at me—the way she looked at me, the way she had called my name. She knew me, I was sure of it, but I didn’t pay any attention. And even now, with the memories back, I have to pretend not knowing her.Elara, Liam’s mother. The only person who had truly protected me against the world then. Loved me without even knowing who I was. She even convinced her son, Liam, to marry me so I wouldn’t be left exposed to the world alone. She showered me with care, defended me
Claudia’s POVThe photo glows on Aurelia’s phone screen — Lior leaning in, Lila’s face half-turned toward him, too close, too soft. I stare at it for a moment, the corner of my mouth lifting. “Now that,” I murmur, “is a brilliant capture. You really have an eye for timing, Aurelia.”She exhales sha
Lila’s POVThe hallway outside is quiet. Too quiet.My heels echo softly as I walk, fast and aimless, each step pushing me further from the laughter, the applause. A few waiters cross my path, trays of wine balanced carefully in their hands. One adjusts a vase of roses by the entry wall. They nod
Lila’s POVThe air feels thick—almost too heavy to breathe. Neither Lior nor I move. His body is rigid beside mine, his gaze fixed on the figure emerging from the shadows. For a second, I think I’m imagining it. But then I see the outline—the sharp, unmistakable frame of Liam.Before I can process
Lior’s POVThe morning sun glints across the open field, its light brushing the tips of the grass like liquid gold. My eyes sweep over the group scattered ahead, laughter rising and falling with the breeze. Everything looks easy, bright. It should feel like any other morning here—except my mind kee







