تسجيل الدخولAiden's POV Courtney always assumed she had leverage. That was her first mistake. I had been kind towards solely because of my mother, but she probably thought it was because I intended to marry her. She was clearly mistaken. I sat in my office long after Arianna had been taken home, staring at the file my assistant placed on my desk. It wasn’t thick, but it didn’t need to be. Everything inside it was already enough to end multiple lives in multiple ways. Courtney Yates. Her father’s company looked clean on the surface. Too clean. The kind of clean that only existed when dirt was buried deeply enough to never see daylight again. I flipped the page once. Then stopped. Illegal import channels. Unregistered offshore accounts. And something more interesting. A younger brother. Not listed in public records. Not acknowledged by the family. But well known in the wrong circles. Underworld connections. I leaned back slightly in my chair. So that was her safety net. Family pow
Arianna’s POV The knock was soft. But it changed everything. I didn’t need Chloe to tell me who it was. I already knew before she even moved toward the door. My chest tightened in a way that felt immediate and uncontrollable, like my body reacted before my mind had the chance to prepare. Aiden. When the door opened, I saw him standing there. Still. Composed. But different somehow. Not the usual cold, distant version I was slowly learning how to read. This one felt sharper. Focused. Like he had already decided something before even stepping inside. My breath caught slightly, and I hated that it did. “Arianna,” he said simply. Just my name. But it landed heavier than anything else in the room. Chloe looked between us awkwardly before stepping aside. “I’ll… give you two a moment.” I didn’t stop her. I couldn’t. Because suddenly, I was aware of how small the space felt. How quiet it had become. And how much I didn’t understand what was about to happen. Aiden stepped in
I knew she didn’t leave willingly. Something felt wrong. That was the first conclusion I reached the moment I confirmed her absence. Arianna was gone from the house, but nothing about her disappearance felt voluntary. There was no message, no warning, no trace of intention in the way she usually moved through spaces. It was too clean, too sudden, too wrong. And I did not like things that didn’t make sense. I stood in the middle of her room for a long time, staring at the untouched bed, the faint scent of her shampoo still lingering in the air. Everything about the space still carried her presence, but she was no longer inside it. That contradiction alone irritated me more than it should have. “Report,” I said finally. My assistant stepped in immediately. “Young master, we’ve checked the gate logs. She left voluntarily around 3:40 p.m. with no escort.” I turned slightly. “Voluntarily,” I repeated. “Yes, sir.” I exhaled slowly through my nose. That was the ver
Arianna’s POV I should have gone home. That was the first thought that kept repeating in my mind as I sat quietly in Chloe’s bedroom, grateful that her mum wasn't around to see me like this, staring at nothing in particular while she paced back and forth like she was trying to walk away her frustration. But I couldn’t go home. Not anymore. Not after Courtney’s words. They weren’t just threats. They felt calculated, like someone had handed her a weapon she had been waiting to use for a long time. Fraud. Exposure. Lawsuit. I would lose everything I was fighting for. The image of my father's disappointed face replaying. Each word echoed differently in my head, each one heavier than the last. Chloe finally stopped pacing and turned to me sharply. “Start from the beginning again.” I let out a slow breath. “There’s nothing new to add. She knows about the marriage contract. She says it’s illegal or incomplete or something like that. And she said if I don’t leave quietly, she’ll e
Aiden's Pov It started as a routine check. But now the results were clear. I still had the strange illness. Nothing unusual. Nothing emotional. Nothing that should have disrupted years of control I had carefully built around myself. My doctor couldn't hide his shock at this discovery. He kept probing, hoping for a breakthrough but there was none. I proceeded to tell him about the night we met, random but meaningful. Arianna didn’t even say anything at first. She just stood there. Watching. That alone was enough to shift something inside me that I didn’t like acknowledging. I exhaled slowly and turned away from the assistant still standing by the lab table. Another failure. The result was the same as before. My condition reacted exactly as expected—sharp, immediate, and unstable. But what changed everything was not the failure itself. It was the exception. Her. Arianna. I flexed my hand once, trying to regain control after the vigorous process, it was
Arianna's POV I had what felt like a nightmare, it should have passed like that but I soon realized what it truly was. Fragments of memory. From that night, the night I became a woman, lost my Virginity to a complete stranger who has worshipped my body like it was some priceless piece of diamond. I shouldn’t have been thinking about it. But I was. Again. I was trying to piece it together. No matter how many times I tried to push it away, it came back in pieces I couldn’t fully control—like a broken film replaying in my mind. Heat. Darkness. A hand holding mine a little too firmly, then softly, like it was afraid I might disappear. A voice I didn’t recognize at first… yet somehow felt safe enough to trust. And then the moment that changed everything. A face I now knew too well. The face of my husband in contract. Aiden. My chest tightened every time my thoughts settled there, as if my body rejected the truth even when my mind had already accepted it. I pressed my f
I spent the entire school day receiving stares and glares from almost every student. I suppose that made me somewhat famous.Chloe found it endlessly amusing. The same girls who had once taunted and bullied me now seemed almost frightened, probably because their precious boyfriends could not stop s
I can’t get it out of my head.It had been two days since he left, yet I couldn’t stop replaying it—the steamy kiss we had shared before his departure. The kisses had been getting more frequent, more intense, more deliberate. He was planting dangerous thoughts in my head, and he knew it.“Ahhh!” I
Waltzing down the grand staircase in an unlikely, almost dramatic fashion, Arianna held the banister as though she were descending into a ballroom instead of her own living room. The maid walking a few steps behind her struggled to suppress her laughter, clearly amused by her mistress’s playful ele
The car door could not open fast enough. Arianna stepped out, her eyes shining, her smile wide and unrestrained—like a twelve-year-old on Christmas morning. The grand house before her stood tall and elegant, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun. She was completely captivated. So captiv







