LOGINDamien’s P.O.VI held her as if she were made of the finest, most fragile glass, terrified that if I loosened my grip even a fraction, she would shatter into a thousand jagged pieces right there in my arms.Aria was shaking, her sobs transitioning from the violent, racking wails of a broken heart to the soft, shuddering gasps of someone who had finally found a place to land.I didn't care about the cold dinner on the counter or the chaos waiting for me back at the hospital. In this moment, the only thing that existed in the entire world was the weight of her against my chest and the salt of her tears soaking into my shirt.I felt a fierce, protective rage simmering beneath my skin—not at her, never at her—but at every single person who had ever made her feel like she was a footnote in her own life.Slowly, I maneuvered us toward the bed. I didn't let go of her for a second, guiding her back until we collapsed together onto the mattress. We didn't strip. We didn't seek the distraction
Aria’s P.O.VI didn't move. I couldn't. I stood frozen in the center of my small, suffocating studio, my heart hammering a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs.I stared at Damien, searching his eyes for the flicker of a lie, the tell-tale sign of a man who had spent three days tasting something new and had now come back to settle for the familiar.The silence between us was a living thing, heavy and thick, tasting of old tears and stagnant air. I felt restrained, my body locked in a defensive crouch even though I was standing still.Every muscle was taut, waiting for the blow to land, waiting for the words that would finally confirm that I was, as always, the second choice. The backup plan. The girl who was loved until something shinier came along."There is nothing between me and Amara," Damien said, his voice low, vibrating with a sincerity that almost—almost—broke through my armor. "Aria, look at me. In the last few days, I was at the hospital. My grandmother had a heart attack.
Damien’s P.O.VThe city was a gridlock of steel and frustration. I sat in the back of the car, my fingers drumming a restless, erratic beat against the leather armrest. Every red light felt like a personal insult, every crawling inch of traffic a barrier between me and the only thing that felt real in my life.I was a shell of a man. Three days. Three days of sterile white walls, the rhythmic, haunting beep of heart monitors, and the suffocating pressure of my family’s expectations. I had barely slept, my mind a constant war zone between the terror of losing my grandmother and the agonizing guilt of knowing I had left Aria in a void of silence.I hadn’t meant to. The crisis had swallowed me whole, and by the time I had a moment to breathe, the silence had already stretched into a chasm.By the time the car finally pulled up to her building, it was nearly six in the evening. I didn't wait for the driver to open the door; I stepped out into the humid air, my suit jacket feeling like a l
Amara’s P.O.VThe elevator doors closed behind me, but Landon’s words refused to leave my head.Aria had class.She had loyalty.She loved me.My jaw tightened as heat surged through my chest.Not pain, not even heartbreak, but pure, blistering rage.How dare he!How dare Landon stand there and compare me to Aria as if she was somehow better than me, as if she had something I didn’t.Aria.Sweet, quiet, painfully predictable Aria.I almost laughed.My entire life, I had made sure she remained behind me, whether she realized it or not.If she had something beautiful, I wanted something better. If someone admired her, I made sure their attention shifted to me. If she was loved, I made sure that love became temporary.That had always been the pattern between us.Aria got attached. I took it away.It was simple. It was natural.And it always worked.Landon had been no different.The funny thing was, I hadn’t even wanted him in the beginning. Not really.I wanted him because Aria loved him
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.V"Wait."The word left my mouth before I could stop it.Damien paused halfway down the hallway and looked back at me, his hand still wrapped around mine. "What?"I stared at him for several seconds, still trying to process everything he had just said.A penthouse…above my apartment buil
Aria's P.O.VI stared at Damien as though he had completely lost his mind.Actually, there was no "as though" about it.It was six in the morning. SIX. IN. THE. FUCKING. MORNING.The man had clearly lost whatever good sense God had given him if he thought showing up outside my apartment at six in t
Damien's P.O.VSomething was wrong with Aria.At first, I told myself I was imagining it.People had bad days, they got stressed and sometimes, people needed space. But after nearly a week of watching her carefully, I knew I wasn't imagining anything.
Aria's P.O.VThe bathroom door opened suddenly, and I jumped backward.Damien emerged, his eyes narrowing instantly.He had clearly noticed my position. "What are you doing?""Nothing." It was a terrible lie, and we both knew I sucked at lying.His gaze lingered on me and for a moment, neither of u







