LOGINAri’s P.O.V
I took off my sunglasses and placed them on my desk before plopping down heavily onto my chair.
Amara hadn't returned home last night. In fact, I had no idea if she was coming back today or had she eloped with Landon altogether because for the first time in my life…I hadn't returned home either.
However, from what I could tell…I was in a humongous mess myself.
Not only had I fled the VIP room of a bar in a tiny black dress after losing my virginity to a complete stranger, there was absolutely no sign of remorse in me. Which made me even more confused as to why I couldn’t still bring myself to regret my choices.
My parents called me their ‘good girl’, the reliable one, the one who had her life together. I was never the one to cut my nose to spite my face. And yet, I seemed to have done just that. Lost my virginity to a stranger because my boyfriend fucked my sister.
What the fuck was even wrong with me?!
“Do I even need to ask?” Tory, Victoria Millar, my colleague and closest friend since college, plopped down on the chair next to me and took off her own sunglasses to give me a once over. “Or should I be getting you an ice pack?”
“Amara slept with Landon.”
“Motherfucking cunt!” Tory’s jaw literally hit the floor as she tried to cover her mouth after that outburst that could’ve been heard from Busan. “You’re not…you’re serious?”
“Do I look like I’m joking, Tory?” I pointed towards my swollen, red eyes that made me look like I was the one with the massive hangover.
It was only after I had arrived back home that I had realized just how big of a mess I looked like. Red eyes, mascara running down my face and my makeup in ruins. I looked like I belonged in a circus!
How the hell had a handsome guy even thought to look in my direction with the state I had been in, let alone sleep with me?
Wait…he didn’t have AIDS or something…did he? Fuck! I know we used protection but I should really get myself tested ASAP. The last thing I needed was to end up with Chlamydia.
“How are you holding up?” Tory asked me immediately, scooting her chair closer to mine so she could place her hands on my shoulder for support. “Do you want to stay over at my place tonight? Clear your head?”
“Maybe…I don’t know?” I bit down on my lower lip, trying to keep my emotions in check. Damnit! I thought I could do this…I thought I could go out and face everyone like nothing was wrong, but…
How could I keep lying to my closest friend? How do I keep a straight face and keep last night a secret from everyone?
“It’s okay,” Tory wrapped her arms around me, her familiar jasmine scented shampoo providing a form of comfort that I didn’t knew I needed. “I’m right here. You can stay over at my house tonight.”
“B-but…what about Korina?” I asked, knowing that her girlfriend could get insanely jealous sometimes when it came to Tory’s friendship with other women.
“Korina understands you just fine.” Tory told me. “Right now, you need the emotional support and you need to stay away from that house!”
Tory was right…I needed to stay away from that house for a little while. With the memories of their betrayal so fresh in my mind, I had no idea how I would react when I saw Amara again, smiling like mommy’s little angel.
“You know what the worst part was?” I told her, moving away to wipe at my face with a tissue. “They both texted me at the same time. They both told me that they would be going out. Amara told me she would go clubbing with her friends and Landon told me he’s go see his parents! His fucking parents!”
I scoffed in disbelief at how easily he had involved his parents into his lies. “And it was right after I’d heard them going on a date together from my room, right after they banged. And I went through all the texts they’d sent me before, going through the time stamp on every single one of them…I realized that they had been doing this for over a year now…probably even longer.”
“You’re torturing yourself, girl! Why would you do that?” Tory sighed, shaking her head disapprovingly.
“I had to know.” I told her. “I had to know how long this was going on. I had to know how long my own sister and my fiancé were fooling me!”
“And what are you going to do about it?” Tory challenged me. “You tortured yourself into finding out about their cheating; I know it wasn’t easy and I admire your strength that you went through all of that alone. But seriously, what are you going to do about it now?”
I blinked several times, feeling at a loss for words. What am I going to do about it? What am I supposed to do about it?
After all…hadn't I already done what I wanted to do…slept with a stranger and given him my virginity, even though it didn’t serve me any purpose in the end?
“Don’t tell me…” Tory’s expression was weary as she looked at me. “You plan to just let it slide and suffer in silence?”
I looked down at the floor, unable to answer that question. Because that’s what I had been thinking, right? To just let it slide? What’s the point of arguing with them if they’re going to place the blame on me somehow? For not being enough…for overreacting…for not having proof.
In the end, everyone will blame only me…my sister would go crying straight to my parents to complain how I was framing her for such heinous acts and my parents would instantly take her side!
And then there was Landon. By now…I think I knew what his reaction was going to be.
Shock and utter disbelief, like he was the one who had been wronged. Now that I see the pattern, gaslighting had always been one of his specialties.
“Nevermind.” I told her now, shaking my head to remind myself that I was in the office and gossiping about my private life could wait until after we were done.
However, just then, the microphone buzzed to life and the voice of our CEO’s secretary, Mrs. DeLuca, could be heard clearly from all directions.
‘Everyone, please head to the main lobby immediately. Our CEO has an important announcement to make.’
The message repeated two more times as we all got up from our seats, looking at each other in confusion.
“Was there supposed to be something important today?” I asked Tory, in case I had forgotten about it.
But even she shook her head in confusion. “Not that I remember.” She told me with a frown. “Let’s get to the main lobby, shall we? Find out what’s going on?”
I nodded, and we all headed to the main hall, which was just the lobby adjacent to the entrance to the company building.
There was already a crowd forming and none of us seemed to know why the CEO would call for a sudden meeting. Moreover, by the looks of it, only two departments were involved in the meeting, not the entire office.
“Good morning, everyone.” Mrs. DeLuca, a wise woman in her mid forties, who had been the CEO’s executive secretary for the past decade, greeted us all with a huge smile. As usual, her appearance was pristine as ever, making most of us feel self-conscious. “Please, welcome Mr. Leonardo Henderson.”
We all waited in perfect silence as Mr. Henderson, the CEO and founder of The Henderson Incorporated, came to stand next to his secretary. He was a kind man in his early sixties and was well loved in the company and the corporate world.
“Greetings everyone,” he gave us all a warm smile as he met our eyes one by one. “You must be wondering why I had called everyone here this fine morning? Well, it’s to deliver a good news…and a bad news.”
Tory and I exchanged looks before shrugging and waiting for Mr. Henderson to continue.
“I’ll start with the bad news first.” He sighed before continuing. “You see, our Project Manager, Mr. Dilip Advani, was admitted to the hospital last night due to a cardiac arrest. And he wouldn’t be able to join us for the time being since his condition is still fairly unstable.”
A chorus of gasps sounded from all around us. Mr. Advani was a wonderful man in his mid fifties, a little plump in the middle but definitely a hardworking man with a great reputation. It was sad to know that he was in the hospital.
But that also meant that all our ongoing works were now on hold and we needed a project manager ASAP to replace him. I wondered if that was the good news that Mr. Henderson wanted to share, the news that he found a replacement project manager.
“But, none of you need to worry about the pending projects that our company has undertaken, because I have found the perfect man to replace him.” Mr. Henderson gave us a wide smile as he motioned to someone. “So, please welcome my son, Damien Henderson, who will be taking over as the new Project Manager from today onwards.”
A huge round of applause sounded from all around as we all put our hands together to welcome the CEO’s son, Damien into the company. In all honesty, I didn’t even know he had a son until now, since Mr. Henderson usually kept his private life…very private.
“Wow!” Tory whispered into my ears over all the clapping noises. “He’s totally a looker. If I wasn’t into women, I’d totally do him!”
Following the direction she was pointing to, I looked up in search of Damien Henderson, but as soon as I saw him, I felt my entire being freeze in place and my face drain of color.
Of all the times I had rotten luck in my entire life…what were the chances that this time as well, I was about to be screwed over by fate once again?
It was him.
The person that I had a one-night stand with. The person I bailed on the next morning. The person who I lost my virginity to.
And he was now my new boss…Damien Henderson.
Fuck. My. Life.
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 back seat, the city lights of the evening beginning to blur into streaks of gold and white against the tinted windows.Usually, this was my favorite part of the night—the transition. The moment where the masks of "Boss" and "Employee" could finally slip, allowing us to exist simply as two people who belonged to each other. But as I leaned back against the seat, I felt as though I were still standing in that foyer, hearing Amara’s voice hiss in my ear.Nothing in this world is final…I stared out the window, my reflection ghost-like against the glass. I could feel Damien watching me. He didn't say anything at first, but his presence was a physical weight beside me, attentive and perceptive. H
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
Aria’s P.O.VThe room was bathed in the soft, amber glow of the bedside lamp, the air still heavy with the scent of sex and the lingering warmth of our bodies. I lay on my side, curled slightly into the curve of Damien’s chest, feeling the steady,







