LOGINAria’s P.O.V
“Stop.”
That single word froze me in place, as if cold water had been doused all over me.
I realized what I had been about to do with growing horror, remembering that we weren’t exactly in the privacy of a bedroom. And not only that…I had just let my boss make me cum with his fingers…
“Oh…god! I’m so sorry—”
Landon’s P.O.VThe moment I saw her standing at Aria’s desk, smiling like some loving sister bringing homemade food, something inside me snapped.I didn’t even remember crossing the office.One second I was staring at her from the elevator, disbelief freezing me in place.The next, my hand was around her wrist, dragging her away before I did something reckless in front of half the company.No.That wasn’t true.I was already doing something reckless.I dragged Amara through the lobby while she tried to pull free, her heels clicking sharply against marble floors, drawing glances from reception and security. I barely noticed the stares. Let them watch. Let them gossip. My reputation had already been dragged through the mud anyway.By the time we reached a quieter corner near the glass entrance, I finally let go.Amara jerked her hand back immediately, her eyes flashing with fury. “What the hell is wrong with you?”I laughed, a short, ugly sound.“What’s wrong with me?” I stepped closer.
Aria’s P.O.VHope is a dangerous thing. I realized that the moment I stepped onto the office floor the next morning.Because despite everything that had happened over the past two days, despite the silence, despite the coldness of that message, despite the sick dread that had rooted itself somewhere deep in my chest, a small pathetic part of me still believed today would be different.He would be here…he had to be.Maybe whatever emergency had consumed him was over. Maybe he had finally gotten some sleep. Maybe he would be standing in his office, tie loosened, looking exhausted but still undeniably him, and the second our eyes met, all of this unbearable tension would break.He would explain. He would tell me I had nothing to fear. He would tell me the silence meant nothing and that I meant everything.I rounded the corner toward his office…and stopped.His door remained closed. The space outside it remained empty. Clyde sat at his desk again, looking apologetic as he frantically answ
Aria’s P.O.VI barely slept.The shallow fragments of sleep I managed to steal felt less like rest and more like brief blackouts between waves of anxiety. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same images replaying with cruel precision.Amara’s smile. The predatory gleam in her eyes.The woman in the golden dress throwing herself into Damien’s arms. His hand wiping away her tears with a tenderness that had shattered something inside me.By the time morning came, my body felt heavy and hollow, like someone had scooped out everything inside me and left only exhaustion behind.Still, routine won. Routine always won.Because when life became unbearable, I clung to structure like a drowning person clung to driftwood.So I got dressed. Did my makeup, tied my hair back and put on the version of myself that looked functional.Capable…normal.
Aria’s P.O.VThe click of the lock behind me sounded like a gavel bringing a trial to a close. I stepped into my studio apartment, the space that usually felt like my sanctuary, but tonight, it felt like a cage.The air was stagnant, smelling faintly of the vanilla candles I’d lit the previous evening, a scent that now felt cloying and suffocating.I didn't turn on the main lights. I couldn't bear the harsh glare of the overheads; I preferred the dim, amber glow of the floor lamp in the corner, which cast long, distorted shadows across the hardwood floor.I stood there in the center of the room, my coat still on, my body shivering despite the indoor heating. The cold from the hospital parking lot had seeped into my marrow, a chill that no amount of wool or silk could erase.My mind was a chaotic storm of images. The golden dress. The way she had throw
Damien’s P.O.VThe sterile scent of the hospital—bleach, rubbing alcohol, and old fear—hit me the moment I stepped through the sliding doors.Beside me, Alexandra was a whirlwind of hysteria, her voice cracking as she sobbed, her hand gripping my arm so tightly her nails dug into my suit jacket. I didn't pull away. In this moment, she wasn't the poised, formidable older sister who usually commanded every room she entered; she was just a terrified girl facing the possibility of a world without the woman who had built the very foundation of our family.&n
Aria’s P.O.VThe taillights of Damien’s car were two bleeding red eyes in the distance, receding rapidly into the city traffic.I stood on the curb, the cold night air biting at my skin, feeling the sudden, violent vacuum where his presence had been. He had left me with a curt command and a vague promise of seeing me tonight, but the look on his face—that shuttered, distant expression—had left a poisonous seed of doubt blooming in my chest.For weeks, I had played the part of the trusting partner. I had convinced myself that the mysterious phone calls, the sudden disappearances, and the guardedness were merely the stresses of a high-powered career and the logistical nightmare of the penthouse renovations.He had taken me to that penthouse; I had seen the dust sheets and the workers. But the math didn't add up. The urgency in his voice tonight wasn't the tone of a man dealing with a delayed shipment of Italian marble. It was the tone of a man responding to a crisis of the heart.A yell
Aria’s P.O.VThe heavy door of the chauffeured sedan clicked shut, sealing us away from the opulent chaos of the opera house. The silence that followed was immediate and thick, broken only by the muted hum of the engine and the soft rhythmic clicking of the turn signal.We sat in the plush leather
Aria’s P.O.VThe warmth in my chest, the fleeting sense of victory I had felt when Steven praised my intellect, vanished as quickly as it had arrived. I looked at Amara, and the mask was back. The fury had been replaced by a chilling, clinical calculati
Aria’s P.O.VMy stomach dropped so fast it felt like the floor had disappeared beneath me.This.This was exactly what I had been afraid of a
Aria’s P.O.VBy the time we arrived at Belladonna Opera House, I had already imagined at least twelve different ways this day could go horribly wrong.None of them ended well.I sat beside Damien in the back seat, pretending to review notes on my tablet while my stomach slowly twisted itself into k







