LOGINAriana Pov
I shoved the door open and stepped inside. The soft sound of a movie drifted in from the living room, making a frown crease my forehead. Serena was sitting on the couch, wrapped in her favorite blanket with a bowl of popcorn in her lap, completely glued to the television. I blinked in surprise before calling, “Serena!” My voice echoed through the apartment. She quickly reached for the remote, switched off the television, and looked up at me. “Hey, you’re back,” she said, placing a hand over her chest. “You scared the living hell out of me.” I let out a frustrated sigh. “I’ve been knocking on the door for the past thirty minutes. I called your phone, but you didn’t pick up.” “When?” she asked, reaching for the phone beside her. She glanced at the screen, then back at me, her eyes widening. “Oh no.” She gave me a puppy-dog look. “I’m so sorry. I got distracted by the movie.” I crossed my arms, fighting the smile threatening to tug at my lips. “I’m not going to fall for that.” But she looked at me again with those wide, pleading eyes. “Anny, I’m sorry. I know I must have scared you.” With a face as cute as hers, how was I supposed to stay annoyed? “I forgive you,” I said, poking her nose playfully. “So, how did the proposal go?” she asked, still teasing me like nothing had happened. I let out a small breath. “There wasn’t a proposal,” I said simply. Serena’s smile faded. “Wait… Adrian didn’t propose? After all the plans the two of you made? Tell me you’re joking.” “I’m not.” My voice came out low. “Today was one of the most painful days of my life. I caught him cheating on me with a woman he claimed was just his friend… and she turned out to be his fiancée.” Serena took my hands in hers. “I’m so sorry things didn’t go the way you expected,” she said gently. “The right one will come when the time is right.” I nodded, but the memory came rushing back—Adrian telling his fiancée I was just a bet. My breath hitched as tears spilled down my cheeks. “I was the side chick,” I whispered. Serena immediately pulled me into a hug. “He’s not worth your tears, Ariana. Anyone who could do that to you is a complete idiot.” I buried my face against her shoulder. “You don’t understand, Serena. I gave him everything.” “I know,” she whispered. “But if he could do this to you, then he never deserved you.” A bitter laugh escaped me. “Three years, Serena.” She squeezed my hand. “And that’s exactly why you shouldn’t waste another second crying over someone who never knew your worth.” “Did you give him the gift you bought?” Serena asked. I shook my head. “Not after everything he did. All this time, he smiled at me, made promises to me, and betrayed me behind my back.” Serena was quiet for a moment before speaking. “My dad always told me something. When someone truly loves you, they never make you question your place in their life.” I lowered my gaze. “I guess your dad was right. I kept making excuses for him.” A lump formed in my throat. “I barely had a father growing up. He visited whenever he could, but before I had the chance to know him, he died. My mum couldn’t survive the news either. Since then… it’s been just me and my sister.” Serena’s eyes softened. “Anny… you’ve really been through a lot.” “I never told you because I didn’t want to burden you. Hearing what your dad used to tell you… it reminded me of everything I lost. I just wish I’d seen my dad one last time.” She wrapped her arms around me again. “You’ll never have to go through anything alone again. No matter what happens, you have me.” A small smile tugged at my lips. “Thank you, Serena. I don’t know what I would do without you.” “Absolutely nothing,” she teased with a chuckle. “Just kidding. You’re beautiful, talented… you’re the whole package. Adrian was never good enough for you.” She suddenly snapped her fingers. “That reminds me. How’s Olivia? Did Dr. Kyle call?” I nodded. “Yes. She got accepted into the new treatment program, and her medication is covered by insurance.” Serena smiled. “That’s wonderful news. I know how much you’ve been worried about her. I’m really happy for Olivia.” “I do,” I said softly. “She’s my only family. I promised my mum on her deathbed that I’d always protect and take care of her. I want Olivia to have the life she’s always dreamed of.” A small smile touched my lips. “I love her so much.” “Aww, I know you do,” Serena said with a smile. “And I’m sure she loves you just as much.” We were still talking when Serena’s phone rang. She picked it up from the couch, glanced at the screen, and answered. “Hey, Emma. It’s been a while.” While she spoke, I reached for the bowl of popcorn and idly nibbled on a few pieces. A moment later, she ended the call and turned to me with a grin. I raised an eyebrow. “What’s with that smile? Who was that?” “Emma,” she said excitedly. “We’ve been friends for two years. She just invited me to her birthday party.” I blinked. All this excitement over a birthday invitation? Serena leaned closer. “It’s not all about blowing out candles and making wishes, Anny. Emma’s birthday celebration is being held at D’Main, one of the biggest clubs in the city.” Her grin widened. “And guess what? We got access to the VIP section. VIP! And you’re coming with me.” I sighed, shaking my head. “I don’t know… I need to get my head around some stuff. I’m not going with you. I just want to stay home and sleep. Besides, you know I’m not really the party type.” “Come on, Anny.” Serena leaned back against the couch. “I know how much you love karaoke, dancing, and fun games. So stop overthinking it and just come with me. I promise you’ll have a great time.” I rested my hand beneath my chin, pretending to think it over. “That’s a pretty tempting offer. Hmm… all right, I’ll give it a try. But if I don’t have as much fun as you say I will, we’re going home. Deal?” “Deal,” Serena said, placing a hand over her heart. “I promise.” I set the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and reached for my purse. “Oh, we will have plenty of fun,” Serena said. Before I could respond, she grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. “Serena! Where are you taking me?” I called after her. “To my bedroom,” she replied. “We need to get you ready for the birthday party.” When we reached her bedroom, she immediately tossed me a towel. “Go take a shower. We have a lot of makeovers to do.” I laughed softly. “Serena, I’m not the celebrant.” “Maybe not, but you’re going to look like one,” she teased. “Now go!”Ariana Pov "I need to find a way to clear my name and prove to everyone that I'm not guilty. But how?" I murmured to myself. There must surely be a way out. Ariana, think, I urged myself, my heels tapping a rapid, restless rhythm against the floor. Then, my gaze accidentally drifted toward the exact spot where I had stood to gather the fallen folders earlier. I looked up at the steel beam overhead—to the dark glass dome of the security camera mounted right above the printing bay. A small smile formed across my face as I pointed toward it, my eyes locking onto Maya's. "Look there," I said. "The camera overhead, right above the printing bay. It must have captured every single corner of this floor. We can go check the footage in the security room and find out who's really guilty." Maya stared at me, her confidence faltering as her eyes flicked upward toward the security camera before snapping back to mine. Her shoulders locked tight as she shifted her weight nervously from one he
Ariana Pov I sat alone at the long table, staring at the empty doorway Damian had just walked through. Pushing my chair back, I picked up my heels from the floor beside me and headed upstairs. When I got inside my bedroom, I stripped off my clothes, walked into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. Steam quickly filled the room. Once the water was hot, I stepped beneath it and rested my forehead against the cool tiles. My fingers rose to my lower lip as the moment during dinner replayed in my mind—the shift in his jaw, the dark intensity in his eyes, and the deliberate drag of his thumb as he wiped the sauce from my lip without breaking eye contact. I opened my eyes and stared at my blurred reflection through the steam. Damian never looked uncertain. Even when his jaw tightened or his gaze lingered a second too long, he carried himself with an unsettling certainty. I was the one left trying to understand what had just happened. I dragged a hand down my face, only realizing the
Ariana Pov I got home exhausted. As I pulled the front door open, my feet ached so badly that I staggered into the foyer. I slipped off my heels, holding them in one hand while flexing my toes against the cold floor with a tired sigh. Smoothing the front of my trousers, I walked toward the stairs. My only goal was to reach my room, take a freezing shower, and collapse. "You're late." A deep voice caught me off guard. I turned quickly toward the dining room. Damian sat at the head of the long mahogany table, a plate set before him and his suit jacket draped over the back of his chair. His crisp white shirt was unbuttoned at the neck, revealing the defined line of his collarbone. He gestured toward a covered plate set to his right. "Come sit and eat." "I'm not hungry," I said, shifting my shoes to one hand. "I just want to rest." Damian set his silver fork down against the rim of his plate with a slow, deliberate click. He leaned back in his chair, his tone shifting into somethi
Damian Pov The heavy brass doors of the private executive elevator slid open right on schedule. Ava stepped out first, leading the Sterling Silver delegation onto the top floor of Cole Enterprises. The Chairwoman walked beside her, two corporate attorneys trailing a step behind, leather document cases tucked firmly under their arms. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, adjusting my cuffs before turning to face them. "Mr. Cole," the Chairwoman said, extending her hand. I took it with a single, firm nod. "Chairwoman. Let's get down to business." I gestured toward the glass-topped conference table, where Ava had already laid out the heavy, leather-bound contract binders. We took our seats. For twenty minutes, the only sound in the office was the crisp turning of pages inside the contract binders and the low, clipped exchanges of lead counsel verifying the final terms. Fifty percent equity. Balanced board authority. Joint supply chains approved. Everything matched Sunday
Ariana Pov I picked up the manila folder from my desk, my thumb catching on the sharp metal clasp that bound the HR documents inside. The corridor floor reflected the glare of the overhead strips in pale, pristine bands. My heel taps sounded too loud against the marble. With every step toward the end office, the tightness in my chest grew heavier. I pushed the handle on the frosted glass door, easing it open just enough to step through, and pulled it shut until the latch clicked into the frame. Tessa remained leaning back in her leather armchair behind the dark wood desk. Her palms rested flat over a closed planner, manicured nails trimmed square. Her eyes didn't leave my face as I walked across the rug; they dropped once, settling on the beige folder in my grip. She extended two fingers, pointing to the empty corner of the mahogany. "Set it down." I closed the distance and laid the file on the polished wood. "HR gave me the parameters for the signature line yesterday. Everything
Ariana Pov The penthouse was completely quiet; it was the staff's scheduled day off. I sat back on the patio bench in the garden with the cookie tin, resting the heavy HR folder beside me before opening my sketchbook across my knees—a rare moment to actually breathe and relax.I reached into the tin and took a cookie, munching on it as I pulled my pencil from my bag and rested the tip on the blank page. The board wanted a signature jewelry collection that made a statement, and with no distractions around, the ideas started flowing.My hand moved steadily, drawing long, fluid lines to outline the primary structure of a centerpiece necklace.I paused, chewing thoughtfully as I evaluated the balance. The setting was strong, but the pendant needed sharper definition to catch the light properly. I leaned back in, pressing the lead harder against the grain to build up structured shading around the bezel and the cut of the stones, trying to make the piece take on real form and weight.I fl







