The hot water cascaded over Aria's shoulders, washing away the remnants of sleep and the lingering embarrassment from breakfast. Steam filled the marble bathroom, creating a cocoon of privacy where she could finally think clearly. Her parents' teasing echoed in her mind, mixing with the memory of that newspaper photo until she felt dizzy from more than just the heat.She pressed her forehead against the cool tiles, letting the water run down her back. Seven days. The wedding was in seven days, and now the entire city knew about the kiss that had turned her carefully ordered world upside down.When she finally stepped out, wrapping herself in a plush towel, Aria caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed from the steam, her lips still slightly swollen from last night's encounter. The woman staring back at her looked different somehow—softer, more vulnerable than the composed businesswoman she worked so hard to maintain.She couldn't go to work looking like this.
The shrill ring of her phone cut through Aria's dreams like a knife through silk. She groaned and buried her face deeper into her pillow, hoping whoever was calling would take the hint and try again later. Much later. Like next week.But the ringing persisted, drilling into her skull with the determination of a construction worker. Her hand fumbled blindly across the nightstand, knocking over her water glass and sending her jewelry box clattering before finally finding the offending device."Hello?" Her voice came out as a croak, thick with sleep and confusion."ARIA LIN, YOU ABSOLUTE SNAKE!"Mia's voice exploded through the speaker with enough force to make Aria jerk the phone away from her ear. Even at arm's length, her best friend's shriek was loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood."Mia?" Aria squinted at the clock on her nightstand, trying to make sense of the blurry numbers. "What time is it? Why are you screaming at me?""DON'T YOU 'WHAT TIME IS IT' ME!" Mia's voice pitc
The mansion sat bathed in the soft evening light, its familiar facade a welcome sight after the chaos of the evening. Ethan pulled up to the gate, the car sliding into place like it belonged there. But his thoughts were anything but orderly—they crashed into each other like waves against rocks, each one more confusing than the last.He shifted into park with a controlled movement that made the gear stick protest. His fingers remained wrapped around it longer than necessary, his knuckles standing out white against his skin."We're here." The words came out flat, stripped of any warmth or emotion. He might have been delivering a weather report for all the feeling in his voice.Aria's hand moved toward the door handle, then stopped. Her fingers hovered there for a heartbeat, two heartbeats, while something unspoken passed between them. She turned slightly, her eyes flicking to his face, searching for something she'd never admit aloud.Ethan kept his expression carefully blank, but he fel
Ethan's knuckles were white against the black leather steering wheel, his grip was so tight the material creaked under the pressure. The engine hummed beneath them now, mocking the chaos churning in his chest. City lights streaked past the windshield in golden blurs, painting patterns across the dashboard that he couldn't focus on.The silence in the car was suffocating, pressing against his eardrums like he was in deep water. He could hear everything—the soft whisper of Aria's breathing, the faint rustle of her dress against the leather seat, even the almost inaudible tick of his watch marking each excruciating second that passed between them.From his peripheral vision, he caught the rigid line of her shoulders, the way she held herself like a sculpture carved from ice. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest, creating a barrier that might as well have been made of steel. She stared out the passenger window with laser focus, as if the darkened storefronts and empty sidewalk
The restaurant doors burst open with enough force to rattle the glass, and the cool evening air hit Aria's flushed face. The sudden temperature change made her skin prickle, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning in her chest. She can't let Ethan have the last words. She just can't.Across the sidewalk, Ethan's tall figure moved toward his car, his suit jacket moving in the evening breeze. The streetlights caught the sharp angles of his shoulders, painting him in shadows and golden light."Ethan!" The word tore from her throat, sharper than she'd intended, cutting through the quiet street.He didn't even pause. His long strides ate up the distance to his car with annoying ease, as if her voice was nothing more than background noise. As if she was nothing more than background noise.Something hot and cold exploded in Aria's chest. The nerve of him. The absolute nerve. He didn't get to humiliate her, make her feel things she didn't want to feel, and then just walk away like she w
The candle flame wavered between them, casting dancing shadows across the pristine white tablecloth. Adrian's silence stretched like a taut wire, ready to snap under the weight of five expectant gazes. He could feel sweat beginning to gather at the base of his neck, despite the restaurant's perfectly controlled temperature.Samuel Wu's fingers drummed once against his wine glass—a subtle warning that only Adrian would recognize. His father's patience was a finite resource, and Adrian was rapidly depleting it."I..." Adrian began, then stopped. The word hung in the air like smoke, incomplete and insufficient. Selene's grip on his hand tightened, her thumb moving in small, nervous circles across his knuckles. The gesture was meant to be comforting, but it felt like a shackle.Chen Wei leaned forward slightly, his businessman's smile never wavering despite the tension crackling through the air. "Perhaps Adrian is simply overwhelmed by the generosity of the timeline," he suggested smoothl