ANMELDENDamien’s P.O.V
The drive back to the office had been a blur of frustration and adrenaline.
The delay in the shipments had been a logistical nightmare—a combination of port congestion and a supplier who seemed to think deadlines were mere suggestions.
I had spent the last four hours barking orders, threatening lawsuits, and rearranging freight schedules just to ensure the quarterly targets didn't slip. By the time I stepped out of the car, my t
Aria’s P.O.VI stared at Steven, my heart still hammering against my ribs from the sight of Damien and that woman in the gold dress.I felt raw, like a nerve that had been exposed to the open air, and the last thing I needed was Steven’s predatory brand of attention. He was charming, yes, but it was the kind of charm that felt like a velvet glove hiding a steel fist."I... I really can't, Steven," I said, my voice sounding small and shaky even to my own ears. I tried to step back, but the bar was getting more crowded by the second. People were pushing past us, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke. "I'm actually meeting someone. I should go find them."Steven didn't move. He didn't even flinch. He just kept that lazy, confident smile on his face, his eyes locked onto mine. "Meeting someone? Aria, look around. This place is a zoo. Whoever you're meeting isn't going anywhere. Why not just relax fo
Aria’s P.O.VThe rest of the afternoon felt like a fever dream. I sat at my desk, staring at the computer screen, but the words were just blurring into gray streaks.My mind was still trapped in that restaurant with Sophia Powell. Every word she had said, every calculated tilt of her head, and that soft, knowing smile—it all felt like a puzzle I couldn't solve.Sophia wasn't like Amara. Amara was a storm—loud, obvious, and destructive. Sophia was a tide; she pulled you under so slowly you didn't realize you were drowning until the water was already in your lungs. She hadn't screamed or called me names, but she had managed to make me feel small in a way that felt permanent.I kept telling myself that Damien loved me. He had told me. He had shown me in ways that left me breathless and shaking. But the world we lived in—the world of the Henderson’s and the Powells—didn't seem to have room for someone like
Damien’s P.O.VThe drive back to the office had been a blur of frustration and adrenaline.The delay in the shipments had been a logistical nightmare—a combination of port congestion and a supplier who seemed to think deadlines were mere suggestions.I had spent the last four hours barking orders, threatening lawsuits, and rearranging freight schedules just to ensure the quarterly targets didn't slip. By the time I stepped out of the car, my tie was loosened, my jaw was tight, and my patience was non-existent.All I wanted was a glass of neat bourbon and a few minutes of silence with Aria.As I walked through the executive floor, the atmosphere was the usual hum of corporate efficiency, but the moment I pushed open the heavy oak doors to my office, the air changed.It felt stagnant, perfumed with a scent that didn't belong in my sanctuary.Sophia was there.She was perched on the edge of the leather
Aria’s P.O.VThe mood between us changed.The restaurant suddenly felt too quiet as we stared at each other. I noticed Sophia’s eyes widen slightly, and her fingers stopped against the stem of her wine glass for just a second.She hadn't expected that.Ever since she had shown up at my desk that morning, she had treated me like someone who would be intimidated by her name and her family.But I hadn't looked away.For the first time, she seemed unsure of what to say. She had expected a nervous secretary who would know her place.Instead, she had someone sitting across from her who wasn't afraid to meet her eyes.This was no longer a lunch; it was a psychological duel.Sophia didn't lash out. She didn't raise her voice or resort to the crude insults Amara used to weaponize against me. That wasn't her way.Sophia Powell operated in the shadows of politeness, using kindness as a shroud for
Aria’s P.O.VThe ride to the office was quiet, but it wasn't an awkward silence. There was something different between us after last night.Damien kept his hand on my thigh for most of the drive, his fingers resting there firmly, as though he needed the reassurance that I was really beside him. He barely spoke, but every time I looked at him, I caught that same intensity in his eyes.He looked protective. Almost worried.Whatever had happened last night hadn't pushed him away. If anything, it seemed to have made him more certain about me.When we reached the garage, our little bubble burst. His phone had been vibrating incessantly for the last ten minutes, a relentless barrage of emails and calls from his father’s camp."I have to handle this now," he muttered, his voice tight. He leaned in, pressing a hard, lingering kiss to my lips that tasted of possessiveness and a silent promise. "Go up. Stay focused. I&rsqu
Aria’s P.O.VThe clock beside my bed ticked loudly in the quiet room.12:14 AM.I had been lying there for hours, unable to sleep. One minute, I would convince myself Damien was coming home soon. The next, that awful feeling in my chest would return.Every time I heard a car slow down outside, my heart jumped. For a second, I would think it was him. Then the car would drive away, and the hope would disappear with it.I knew Damien had a family dinner tonight. I knew the Powells would be there. And I knew Sophia would be there too.I tried to tell myself I was being stupid. Damien had reassured me. He had told me I was the only woman he wanted. I wanted to believe him…but it wasn't that easy.Too many times in my life, I had been the second choice. The girl someone settled for until they found someone better. The person who was loved only until the person they really wanted came along.Those memories didn't disappear just because Damien told me he loved me.They waited.They whispered
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
Aria’s P.O.V“Are you alright?” the man asked, his gaze steady as it searched my face.I couldn’t answer. My body felt heavy, unresponsive, as if I were still trapped in the moment he had pulled me out of.God… he looked unreal, like he was a Greek god who’d stepped down from Mt. Olympus.Midnight
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







