Ava’s POVThe fortune-teller didn’t speak right away. Her fingers shuffled the cards with precision, like she'd done it a thousand times in her sleep. The way she moved was too calm.Nathaniel gave an exaggerated sigh behind the camera but I ignored him."You carry a loud beauty,” the old woman said without looking at me. Her voice was deep, melodic. “But your spirit is quieter. Like it’s waiting for something.”I blinked. “Excuse me?”She finally looked up, her gaze soft. “Something inside you has gone quiet. A part of you once full of music and light.”I gave a nervous chuckle. “Marriage does that to a woman.”Nathaniel smirked. “We’re five days in. The light can’t be dead yet.”The woman ignored him completely. She laid the cards out in a fan and gestured. “Pick FIVE.”I glanced back at Nathaniel. “You're really recording this?”“Of course,” he said. “If she summons a demon, I want the footage.”I rolled my eyes and leaned forward, choosing five cards. My fingers hovered over each
Ava’s POVThe week after the interview felt like a slow-motion car crash. Not because Nathaniel and I were fighting, we were way past fighting. We were in full Cold War mode.Jessica handled PR related issues while forcing us to post lovey-dovey pictures and videos.Nathaniel buried himself in meetings, calls, Hargrave press statements. I spent the week touring the hotel for pictures and videos, editing content, posting curated photos of myself looking stunningly beautiful, rich, and doing daily Lives that somehow pushed my following to almost 15 million on youtube.I was really the most-followed woman in the country. I started receiving a lot of offers from companies and events, but I decided to leave those in the background when he walked past shirtless. I didn't mind sharing.(You’re welcome, ladies.)But even with the social media glow-up, we hadn’t talked. Not about the interview. Not about James. Not about
Ava's POV"Oh my God! "I gasped.My eyes stayed locked on the screen behind us, frozen, watching James Hayes casually using the leg press machine in the background of the viral gym video.The crowd murmured, the host leaned back with a smug smile, and I could hear the producers whispering excitedly off-camera. A scandal was good for ratings.I sat frozen, and I couldn't breath. Nathaniel just sat there with no reaction, no assistance."Ava?" the host prompted again, sweetly, but with mischief underneath. "Do you have anything to say about this?"My throat was dry. I tried to speak, but all I could do was stare at the screen. I felt every eye on me, including Nathaniel’s. His hand was still on mine, but it wasn’t the same gentle pressure from before. It was rigid. Like he was deciding whether to keep holding on or let go."I... I didn’t know he was there," I finally said. My voice was cracking. "I didn’t s
Nathaniel’s POVBy the time the article headlines started trending, I already knew my mother would call. But shockingly it was my Father, first thing in the morning. He didn’t waste time with greetings."This is a PR mess," He said, with annoyance in his tone. "James Hayes being manhandled by you, videos of Ava alone in the gym, emotional headlines? You guys were alone for just few hours and already causing more trouble.""It wasn't our fault. It just happened unexpectedly.""I don't care about that. Just fix it. We need damage control immediately."I looked at Ava, and could see her drop her spoon; her expression showing anxiety, guilt, and oddly, something softer like she felt bad that I was caught up in her mess."I’ve already blacklisted James Hayes," I replied. "He won’t get a foot into any business remotely associated with Hargrave.""You did what without consulting me?" Jessica screamed in the background
Ava’s POV"James Hayes." I replied Nathaniel, trying to figure out what he was about to use the name for.I watched as Nathaniel repeated the name and ended the call, his whole body looked tensed up. The room was quiet, I didn't say a word, he just stared out the window like he was thinking or brain storming.I started staring at him, observing him like I had never seen him before. Then my mind went to those words he said;>"You're not Ava Collins anymore. You're Ava Hargrave."I started picturing the way he looked when he lifted James? His eyes, he was cold, calm and protective. The way he looked at me after and grabbed my hand to take me away? Like I was something worth defending. Like I mattered. My cheeks started turning red.But then his other version of him slipped back in with a warning and brought me out of my day dream."Next time you leave this room without telling me, don’t expect me to fi
Ava’s POVThe week after the interview felt like a slow-motion car crash. Not because Nathaniel and I were fighting, we were way past fighting. We were in full Cold War mode.Jessica handled PR related issues while forcing us to post lovey-dovey pictures and videos.Nathaniel buried himself in meetings, calls, Hargrave press statements. I spent the week touring the hotel for pictures and videos, editing content, posting curated photos of myself looking stunningly beautiful, rich, and doing daily Lives that somehow pushed my following to almost 15 million on youtube.I was really the most-followed woman in the country. I started receiving a lot of offers from companies and events, but I decided to leave those in the background when he walked past shirtless. I didn't mind sharing.(You’re welcome, ladies.)But even with the social media glow-up, we hadn’t talked. Not about the interview. Not about James. Not about