Aria’s POV: The entire ride to Wolfe’s house , his grip never left my thigh,more like a claim. His fingers dug in just enough to remind me that even the air between us belonged to him. His thumb continued to trace slow, possessive circles on it, like he was memorizing the shape of me before I’m ripped away from him. For good. His words kept echoing in my head *”I’m not letting you go ever”* But a part of me knew. I knew he’d have to let me go eventually. I’d be back to my dorm by morning , packing my things and waiting for my dad to pick me up by 10am, never returning to Bellmere. Deep down, I knew this was the last time—the last night and there was nothing Wolfe could really do about it. But at least, It’d be a night to remember. ***** The car finally rolled to a stop, the engine cutting with a quiet growl, just like the man beside me. We were here. At his house. My fingers hovered the door handle, about to step out of the car and into the house.
Aria’s POV: Was Wolfe and I really over? Dad was pulling me out of Bellmere tomorrow. For good. No more Wolfe. No more late-night whispers or stolen touches. Just another school scratched off the list—my fourth. It wasn’t my fault trouble found me. It always did. But that didn’t matter now. Tomorrow, my father would drag me back under his thumb, and whatever freedom I had left would vanish. Was this it? Would I ever have a life of my own? I stepped out of the shower, towel clutched to my chest, and stared at the dried streaks on the remote. Proof of earlier desperation. Proof I’d tried to feel something. If tonight was my last night of control, I’d make it count. Damn the consequences. My fingers trembled as I grabbed my phone and typed the words I’d been too scared to send: *Your naughty girl misses you too. Come pick her up.* I hit send. Held my breath. *Seen.* No reply. *Shit.* Had he ghosted me? Had he found out that my father
Aria’s POV: At that moment, my phone buzzed. A jolt shot through me— half dread, half electric anticipation. It was him. Again. Wolfe. The man who’d ruined me.The man who could make my body betray me with just a glance. I didn’t want to look or even reply. But my fingers moved anyway, like they were his before mine. The message glowed on the screen: “Mi chica , when do I get to see you again?” A hysterical laugh clawed up my throat. See me? After today, after my father looked at me like I was broken, something violated — Wolfe had the audacity to — *Buzz.* A video this time. My thumb hovered over the block button. *Do it*. One tap and I’d never have to feel this sick gnawing hunger again. But then my traitorous mind whispered. *Just one last look. Then you’ll tell him it’s over. You’ll delete it .* Liar. I tapped on the video that had a caption attached to it. “Daddy misses his naughty girl.” The caption read. And there it was
ARIA'S POV With my heart pounding in anxiety, I walked alongside my father. The tense atmosphere, so thick and suffocating, was palpable. I knew what was now coming. I had been summoned before by school authorities, and I knew the reason behind it. That sex tape of me and Wolfe that had gone viral was a catalyst to a maelstrom of rumors and conjecture. Everybody had to believe that Wolfe had basically forced me into it, and my father was not going to let that slide. Sliding into the back seat of his black Mercedes Benz, I sat there beside him in silence. The driver moved the car away from the cafeteria, the school becoming a blur while we proceeded toward the administrative hall. The pounding inside my chest grew with each moment, and the silence somehow worsened my dread. By the time the car arrived at the hall gates, I could already see some students around, their laughter and chatter clashing against my own turmoil. I wanted to scream...wanted to tell them I was not a victi
Aria’s POV: A flutter of excitement raced through me after I discovered the meaning . I wanted to text Wolfe but I hesitated. I knew that texting him would only lead to more distractions, and I had a busy day ahead. I pushed the thought aside and reminded myself of Rand’s invitation. He had asked to have lunch with me, and I needed to focus on that. I made my way to my math class, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation. It was the last class just before lunch time. When I entered the classroom, I was relieved to find that Jules wasn’t there. I took a deep breath, grateful for a moment of peace away from the judgmental eyes of my friends. I spotted Rand sitting at the sit beside the window and he waved at me. I smiled back, and my heart did a little flip. I walked over and sat beside him, trying to ignore the small butterflies in my stomach.At this point, Rand was the only one actually talking to me after the video scandal. “Hey, Aria! Glad you made it,” Rand said, flashin
ARIA'S POV The moment Wolfe passed by in his Lamborghini, I was still standing by the school gate, my mind racing as I tried to process the words he had spoken to me: "Mi chica." His hand on my thigh is the last thing I remember before the roar of the Aventador began fading away into the distance. I was trying to comprehend that entire evening the kisses, his possessiveness, and that strange jolt coursing through me. With the sound of girls' laughter punctuating the air, the cruel world re established itself. They were a group of girls, whispering and glancing toward me. Heat was blasting up my cheeks as they commenced the name-calling, mocking me for having been with Dean Sebastian Wolfe. Their words struck me like a thousand knives. "Sebastian's pet is hereee!" sneered one. "I bet she got high grades for more than just studying!" My fists clenched. I wanted to scream back at them. But how could I explain? How could I tell them that I never planned to have sexual relations