MasukMAYA'S POVRiley's question hung in the cool air of the boutique like a physical drop in temperature.My heart did a strange, violent flip in my chest. A breathy, defensive laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. "Riley, what are you even talking about?" I said quickly, pulling my arm away from the counter and fixing my handbag strap."You know how insane the last few weeks have been for me. I haven't been sleeping, I haven't been eating properly... severe emotional stress can delay a person's cycle for weeks. It's completely normal."Riley didn't push. She didn't argue or try to back me into a corner. But the quiet, heavy concern etched across her face didn't fade for a single second. "I know, Maya," she murmured softly, her eyes searching mine with gentle caution. "I just... I care about you. That's all."I brushed it off, changing the subject to tomorrow's shipment, but the question lodged itself deep in my mind like a jagged thorn.Throughout the drive back to the Yates esta
MAYA'S POVThe following morning, I woke up feeling significantly worse than the night before. My limbs felt heavy, like lead weights tied to my ankles, and a dull, thumping ache throbbed behind my eyes.I sat on the edge of my bed for a long moment, staring blankly at the floorboards while my stomach swayed uncertainly.I blamed it entirely on the tears. I had spent hours crying into my pillow until my throat was dry and raw, convincing myself that the sheer physical weight of heartbreak was finally catching up to me.Grief had to manifest somewhere, and my body was simply bearing the brunt of my shattered spirit.Even so, I forced myself out of bed. I washed my face with freezing water, carefully applied concealer over the dark shadows under my eyes, and dressed for the day.I had made a firm promise to Carter yesterday that I would stop shutting myself away in the dark, and I was determined not to disappoint him or make him worry more than he already did.The moment I pushed open t
ARIA’S POVThe days after Serena’s visit passed more quietly than I expected.Too quietly.At first, I kept waiting for something bad to happen. Every morning I walked into work expecting another disaster, another humiliation, another trap set by her. But nothing came.There were no strange calls. No confrontations. No sabotage. And slowly, I began to breathe again.I focused on my work, arriving early every day, keeping my head down, doing everything exactly as I was told. I smiled at guests, handled bookings, answered calls and tried my best to prove I deserved to be there.I needed this job. More than ever now. With every passing day, my stomach grew a little tighter, my nausea worsened a little more and reality settled deeper into my bones.There was a baby depending on me. So I couldn’t afford mistakes. And for a while, things actually seemed okay.Until one morning. The moment I stepped into the hotel lobby, something felt off. My brows furrowed immediately.People were staring.
JULIAN’S POVThe mansion felt emptier at night. Too big. Too quiet. Too cold. And somehow, Leonie’s presence only made it worse.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows in my room, a glass of whiskey in hand as I stared down at the city below, jaw clenched tightly enough to hurt. Ever since my father had forced her into my house, peace had become nonexistent.She was everywhere.In the kitchen when I woke up. In the living room when I got back. Hovering around like she belonged there.I had made my boundaries clear the first day.“Do not touch my things. Do not enter my room. Do not speak to me unless absolutely necessary. And most importantly…” I had said coldly, glaring down at her, “do not cross my path.”She had nodded. She had promised. And yet she still kept finding ways to piss me off. Every damn day. But no matter how much Leonie irritated me, she wasn’t the real reason I couldn’t sleep.Aria was.She was in my head constantly. In my thoughts when I woke up. In my dreams when
JULIAN’S POVI had just finished bathing when my phone started ringing from the counter.Water still dripped down my chest as I grabbed the towel around my waist and walked toward it, already annoyed by the interruption. The moment I saw the caller ID, my irritation doubled.Father.I stared at the screen for a second, contemplating whether or not to ignore it. But then it rang again almost immediately, persistent as ever.With a groan, I answered. “What?”His cold voice came through the speaker without greeting. “Meet me at the office in thirty minutes.”I frowned instantly. “No.”There was a pause before he spoke again, calmer this time, which somehow made it worse. “That was not a request, Julian.”I rolled my eyes. “Then I guess it’s unfortunate because I’m not interested.”“Come willingly,” he said flatly, “or I will make your week difficult.”My jaw clenched. There it was. The threat. He always knew exactly how to get under my skin.“You’re unbelievable,” I muttered.“And yet, y
MAYA'S POVThe next morning, the boutique was flooded with early sunlight, but I could barely keep my eyes focused on the clothes in front of me. I was arranging a rack of summer coats, my hands moving on pure muscle memory while my head remained thousands of miles away, trapped in a loop of high-resolution press photos and cold media headlines."If you check that screen one more time, Maya, I’m going to hide your purse in the back room," Riley teased, stepping up beside me with a stack of folded jeans.I snapped out of my daze, my hand instantly freezing mid-air near my coat pocket. An awkward, breathless laugh escaped my lips as I forced my fingers back to the clothing rack. “I haven't checked it that much," I lied, smoothing down the lapel of a trench coat. "I'm just expecting an important message. That's all."Riley raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she leaned her hip against the wooden table. "Right. An important message. You've looked at y







