FAZER LOGINAria’s P.O.V
The sight of him—hard, pulsing, and completely unleashed—sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through me. I was already trembling, my body humming from the climax he had just wrung out of me, but the look in his eyes told me he was far from finished.
He didn't want tenderness; he wanted to claim every inch of me, to leave me so thoroughly marked by him that I wouldn't be able to think of any other man for
Aria's P.O.V.Five years ago, I used to believe happiness was something fragile. A beautiful thing that disappeared the moment you reached for it.Now, as warm sand slipped between my toes and the ocean stretched endlessly beneath a cloudless sky, I realized I had been wrong.Happiness wasn't fragile.It was stubborn. It survived storms."Mama! Look!"A tiny blur raced across the beach, clutching a bright yellow bucket almost as big as her legs. Mia's chestnut curls bounced wildly as she ran toward the shoreline, laughing so hard she nearly tripped over her own feet.I couldn't help smiling. "Slow down, baby!"She ignored me completely."She definitely gets that from you."Damien's deep voice came from behind me, followed by the familiar feeling of strong arms wrapping around my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder, smelling faintly of sunscreen and sea salt.I leaned back against him.
Aria’s P.O.VThe morning of my wedding didn't feel like the start of a corporate merger or a strategic alliance; it felt like the first breath of air after being underwater for a lifetime.I stood before the full-length mirror in the bridal suite, staring at a version of myself I barely recognized. I looked radiant, not just because of the meticulously applied makeup or the cascading curls of my hair, but because for the first time in my life, the light in my eyes was genuine.I was wearing a gown of ivory silk and hand-stitched lace that hugged my curves perfectly, though my stomach was still mostly flat. Only those closest to me knew the secret I carried—the tiny, fluttering life that was the real reason for the haste of this ceremony. I wanted my child to be born into a world of legitimacy and love, shielded by the name of a man who would burn the world down to keep them safe."Oh my god, Aria... you are absolutely breathta
Aria’s P.O.VThe air outside the hospital felt different—crisper, cleaner, as if the world had been scrubbed raw by the chaos of the last few weeks.As Damien helped me into the car, his touch was possessive yet incredibly gentle, his hand lingering on the small of my back as if I were made of the finest porcelain. He didn't let me walk more than a few steps without offering his arm, his eyes constantly scanning my face for any sign of fatigue or pain."You're doing great, Aria," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "Almost home."Home. The word felt strange but right. For a long time, I had lived in a state of perpetual instability, never knowing who to trust or where I truly belonged. But as we pulled up to the penthouse, I felt a surge of genuine anticipation.However, the moment I stepped through the door, I noticed something was off. The penthouse was still luxurious, the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceili
Aria’s P.O.VThe silence that followed the doctor’s words felt heavy, pressing down on my chest more than the bandages ever could. I looked at the doctor’s neutral expression, then at Damien, whose hand was still gripping mine so tightly it was almost bruising.My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm of dread. After everything—the kidnapping, the explosion, the betrayal—I was certain the news was bad. I expected him to tell me there was internal bleeding, permanent organ damage, or something that would leave me broken."What is it?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Please, just tell me."The doctor cleared his throat, a small, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. "It’s not bad news, Aria. In fact, for most, it’s wonderful news. Your blood tests and the ultrasound we performed while you were unconscious revealed that you are pregnant."The world stopped. I felt the air leav
Aria’s P.O.VThe first thing I became aware of was the smell—that sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic and ozone that could only belong to a hospital. Then came the sound: the rhythmic, steady beep... beep... beep... of a heart monitor, echoing the slow thrum of my own pulse.My eyelids felt like they had been sealed shut with lead. When I finally forced them open, the harsh white light of the ceiling blinded me for a moment, making my head throb with a dull, pulsing ache. I tried to shift my position, but a sharp, searing pain flared across my torso and legs, forcing a soft gasp from my lips."Aria?"The voice was rough, strained, and thick with an emotion that made my heart stutter. I turned my head slowly, my neck stiff, and saw him.Damien was sitting in a plastic chair pulled tight against the side of my bed. He looked like a ghost of himself. His jaw was shadowed with several days of stubble, his eyes were bloodshot
Amara’s P.O.VThe handcuffs were cold, biting into my wrists with a cruelty that felt personal. Every time the police officer shoved me forward, the metal clicked, reminding me that I was no longer the pampered daughter. I was a prisoner. But I wasn't afraid. Not really. Because I had the ultimate shield.As they pushed me into the interrogation room, the fluorescent lights humming overhead like a swarm of insects, I leaned back in the chair and put a hand on my stomach. I made sure the gesture was visible, exaggerated."I cannot be held here," I told the detective, my voice trembling with a practiced fragility. "I am pregnant. Do you have any idea what the stress of this environment does to a developing fetus? This is a violation of my basic human rights."The detective didn't look sympathetic. He looked bored. He tossed a folder of evidence onto the table—photos of the explosion, bank statements, logs of my communications wi
Aria’s P.O.VEveryone was looking at me.At least, that’s what it felt like the moment I stepped into the bar on a Wednesday night—face layered with makeup, hair styled in a way I barely recognized, and a dress so short it made me painfully aware of every step I took.The place was surprisingly cro
Aria’s P.O.V“My sister is the most gullible woman in the world. Even if she caught us right now—naked under the covers—I could tell her you were helping me rehearse for a play and she’d believe it.”“That’s why I like you, Amara,” Landon replied lazily. “You know exactly what you want, and you’re
Ari’s P.O.VI 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 hom
Aria’s P.O.VI wake up slowly, as if I am being pulled out of deep water, my thoughts heavy and sluggish. My body feels weighed down by a strange mix of warmth and discomfort. A dull ache pulses behind my eyes, steady and insistent, making me wince before I even fully open them. The first thing I n







