LOGINAuthor's POVDamian stared down at Arabella’s wide, horrified eyes, caught somewhere between wanting to laugh out loud and groaning in sheer frustration.Did she have any idea what she was doing to him? *Fuck.* How he wished he could just throw caution to the wind, pin her beneath him right there on the sofa, and take whatever his body was screaming for.Instead, he forced himself to swallow the sudden ache, taking a slow, controlled breath. He needed to handle this carefully so she didn't crawl out of her skin with embarrassment.Before he could even voice a reassuring word, Arabella snapped out of her paralyzed state. She violently jerked her hand back as if she had just touched a red-hot iron.The heat rushing to her cheeks put every shade of crimson to shame."I... I am so sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling with intense panic. "I didn't mean to do that! Did I hurt you?"Despite the uncomfortable tension coiling in his lower body, a genuine smile tugged at the corner of Da
ARABELLA'S POV I picked up my phone and tapped the screen to check the time. **11:30 PM**. It had been over an hour since I retreated to the suite, took a warm shower, and dragged myself back into bed.Yet, sleep felt like a distant, impossible dream.For a fleeting second, I contemplated calling Tessa. But I quickly dismissed the thought. Her phone wouldn't be with her, and even if it were, waking her up felt cruel.Thirty more minutes bled away in a relentless cycle of tossing and turning until I felt like I was at the absolute end of my rope. My thoughts wouldn't stop racing, and my skin felt too tight. No matter how many times I changed positions, sleep remained frustratingly out of reachI needed air.Maybe a quiet, aimless walk through the mansion would clear my head.Slipping out from under the covers, I picked up the silk robe Hannah had left out for me earlier and draped it loosely over my sleepwear.Hannah had delivered a striking two-piece nightwear, something I knew had
Arabella's POV I don't know how long I stayed buried in Damian’s embrace.The only thing I knew was that he didn't complain. He just stood there quietly, holding me close and letting me fall apart in a way I never had before.I didn't want to admit it to myself, but I felt safe in his arms. Still, a quiet voice in the back of my mind whispered that I shouldn't keep taking advantage of his kindness. So, even though every fiber of my being screamed to stay nestled against him forever, I gently pulled myself away."I... I should go," I rasped, my throat tight."You don't have to leave, Arabella. Just spend the night here," he urged, his tone unusually gentle.I stared up at him, the mere thought of sleeping under the same roof with Damian sending a wild flurry of nervous imagination through my system. I was terrified of what my own vulnerable heart might do."My fever's broken," I argued weakly, as if that was the only reasonable defense."It's too late in the night, and the doctor ex
Damian’s POV My brain completely stopped working.The words struck me with the force of a thunderbolt, rattling every bone in my body.What did she just say?"Arabella," I rasped, my throat tightening, but she didn't give me a chance to speak."Or would you rather I remember how desperate I was when I turned myself into a private detective, searching for clues even after he blocked me without a single explanation?" My heart fractured right through the middle. She was talking about me."I mean, he didn't even have a profile picture," she continued, her voice cracking as if a massive, long-repressed dam had finally broken. "It was just... all black. A solid black screen with an 'S'. You can imagine how thrilled I was when I spent months digging and finally found out it was a preliminary trial logo for Sterling Couture and Cosmetics, back when Ethan first stepped up as CEO... I practically began to stalk him after piecing everything together. How pathetic could I possibly be?"Every w
Arabella's POV I woke up in a room I didn't recognize."Where am I?" I whispered, my voice raw as I took in unfamiliar walls. The last clear memory in my head was Jake pulling over to pick me up outside my father's estate.A dark skyline stretched past the glass window, telling me it was already late into the night. Just how long had I been unconscious?The sound of the door opening drew my attention. An older woman, looking to be around fifty, stepped quietly inside.Seeing I was awake, she offered a warm, amiable smile and neatly laid a fresh set of clothes on the edge of the mattress."Miss Morgan, you're finally awake. I'm Hannah, the housekeeper here. You had a fever, and Mr. Sterling asked me to look after you. Those are your clothes."That was when the horrifying realization hit me. Someone had undressed me while I was knocked out. I pointed a shaky finger at myself and stammered, "Why am I in pajamas? How did I get into these?""I helped you change," Hannah replied gently. "
Arabella had been dreaming.In the dream, she was nineteen again—naive, fiercely optimistic, and overflowing with bright, untarnished hopes. She saw herself lying across her narrow dormitory bed, squealing and kicking her feet in the air every single time *he* replied to her late-night messages.She remembered his steady gentleness, his uncanny ability to understand her deepest thoughts, and the dizzying, effortless way he had captured her heart. Back then, she had built entire galaxies in her mind, dreaming of a quiet future: a golden retriever, two children—a boy and a girl—and a love story that read like a living fairytale.In the dream, her younger self stepped forward and gently cupped her tear-stained cheeks. *“Arabella, I want to see you smile. You have to live happily.”*Arabella's breath hitched, fresh tears spilling over her lashes as she choked out the word. *"Happily?"*It felt like a foreign language. A concept she had traded away the moment she tied her life to Ethan's.
***Wedding day*** The door bursts open with a hard shove, slamming against the wall with a loud thud that makes everyone in the room turn. Aria turns in her seat; her stylist pauses in her actions, a powder brush in hand. Cara lets out a gasp that sounds like a scolding waiting to happen.Kayden
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"Would you stop interrupting me when I speak?" Kayden growled, causing Aria to flinch at his harsh voice, but despite her fear of this new side of her husband, she was determined to get to him.Fueled with determination to win back her husband, Aria hugged him tighter, putting all the seductive ski







