LOGINAriana Pov As I stared at my reflection in the restroom mirror, Adrian's words lingered in my mind. My fingers curled into my palms as I pressed my lips together. I hated that his threat had gotten to me. After everything he had done to me, did he really think he could intimidate me? I turned on the tap and splashed some water onto my face. I reached for a paper towel and gently dabbed my cheeks dry before brushing my hair back. Taking a deep breath, I forced Adrian's words aside. I wasn't going to let him ruin the rest of my evening. By the time I stepped out of the restroom, I had composed myself. I shut the door behind me and smoothed down my dress as I walked back to the dining room, a smile on my face as though nothing had happened a few minutes ago. Adrian was already seated beside Tessa, his posture relaxed, his face carefully calm. I pulled back my chair and sat down. "Ariana?" Victoria's brow drew together with concern. "What happened? We heard a noise from that d
Ariana Pov Sitting across from him, I felt the irritation settle deeper in my chest. I was tired of seeing his face, tired of sharing a table with him. Whatever I had once felt for him was finally gone. But that didn't mean I had to sit there and pretend my stomach could tolerate him. I lowered my eyes to my plate. My appetite had vanished completely. I just wanted to get away from the table for a few minutes. A phone rang, breaking through the quiet. Adrian pulled it from his pocket and glanced at the screen. "Excuse me," he said. "I need to take this." He turned to Tessa, his voice gentle. "I'll be right back." "Okay." Tessa smiled up at him. But he didn't leave right away. His eyes lifted from her and slid across the table to me. They stayed there, unhurried, with a faint curve at the corner of his mouth. Only then did he straighten and walk away. My jaw tightened. I knew exactly what that look was. He had held it long enough for me to see it, and he had done it while speak
My fingers went numb as I clutched the napkin beside my plate."Standing beside him was Tessa.The sight of the two of them made my heart slam painfully against my ribs. She stood so close to him, a warm smile on her face, and his hand was wrapped around her waist. She leaned slightly into him, perfectly at ease, as though that was exactly where she belonged. Adrian wore an easy smile, as if there was nothing unusual about having her at his side."Miss this?" Adrian said, his voice dripping with a mocking offense. One eyebrow shot up, and he spread his hands wide. "A family dinner that's been going on since before I even saw daylight? Grandpa, I'm hurt. I was practically born holding a fork." He sniffed the air dramatically. "And with oxtail on the table? You've insulted me twice."The whole table burst into laughter. Grandpa shook his head, Victoria covered her mouth to hide her smile, and the amusement rippled around the room as though he had delivered the funniest joke imaginable.
Ariana Pov She reached the bottom of the stairs and stopped. She didn't fidget or hurry. Her chin stayed level, her gaze steady, and for a moment the whole room seemed to wait on her. Then she crossed the floor toward him, heels clicking once, twice, slow and certain, as though she belonged to this house more than I ever could. She stopped a few feet away. Damian stared at her. His brow drew together, his eyes narrowing as he searched her face for a memory just out of reach. Then his brow eased, and his lips parted. "Vanessa." The name left him too quickly, as though it had been waiting all along. "Yes." She laughed softly. "It's me." His arm slipped from under my hand. He stepped forward, and she met him halfway. They embraced, firm and unhurried, the way two people do when they have missed each other for a long time. I had never seen him hold anyone like that. "You're back," he said, low. "I'm back." He drew away just enough to look at her, and the corner of his
Ariana Pov A woman who looked to be in her forties stood on the other side. Her hair was neatly packed into a ponytail, and she wore a simple black-and-white linen midi dress that fell well below her knees. Her eyes settled on Damian, and a smile crept across her face. "Good day, Mr. Cole," she greeted politely. Her gaze shifted to me, warm and welcoming. "Good day, madam." "Good day," I replied with a smile, my hand still resting in the crook of Damian's arm. Behind us, Nathan had already taken our luggage from the boot. He came up the steps and passed the bags to the maid, who accepted them with a quiet nod. "Thank you, Nathan," Damian said. Nathan nodded and turned back toward the car. I watched him go until he reached the car. "Welcome," the woman said warmly, extending her hand toward the house. "Please, come in." With my hand still tucked in the bend of Damian's arm, we stepped through the doorway together. The moment we stepped inside, I couldn't help adm
Ariana Pov Nathan slid the key into the ignition and turned it. The engine came to life with a low purr. He pressed his foot against the brake, shifted into drive, and eased off, and the car rolled forward, pulling away from the penthouse. Our luggage was already loaded in the trunk. Through the window, I watched the familiar surroundings slip behind us until the gate swallowed them. My fingers loosened in my lap, and for the first time since that afternoon, my shoulders came down from around my ears. Nathan guided the car onto the road, and a small smile tugged at my lips as I looked ahead. I had agreed to come along with Damian for the family gathering because I missed Grandpa. I hadn't seen him since the hospital incident. The thought lifted the corner of my mouth higher. I could already picture myself sitting beside him, listening to him talk, my hand resting on his. The weight in my chest eased a little, and I let myself sink back into the seat. The road was quiet beneath







