LOGINTHIRD PERSON’S POV The Ashford residence was no longer filled with celebration. No laughter. No warmth. Just tension— Thick. Suffocating. Waiting to snap. The moment the message came through— Owen’s world tilted. He stared at his phone. Once. Twice. As if reading it again w
THIRD PERSON’S POV The world didn’t feel real anymore. Not as Silea stumbled out of the office. Not as the lawyer’s words replayed in her head—over and over, louder each time. No longer a member of Vance. It echoed. Mocked. Burned. Her steps were uneven as she made her way through th
THIRD PERSON'S POV The silence in the room stretched— Long. Heavy. Unforgiving. Silea’s grip on the papers tightened, the edges crumpling beneath her fingers as her breathing grew uneven. “No…” Her voice was faint at first. Shaken. But then— It rose. Stronger. More desperate.
THIRD PERSON’S POV For a moment— Silea didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t think. Because what Aurelia had just said— Didn’t make sense. It couldn’t make sense. “You’re lying.” The words came out sharper this time. Firmer. Desperate in a way she refused to acknowledge. Aurelia didn’t react
His eyes darkened slightly. “Don’t test my patience.” A beat. Then— “Your inheritance.” There it was. Again. Silea straightened, forcing some strength back into her posture. “I already told you. I’m not giving you anything.” Owen let out a quiet breath. Not angry. Not explosive. Worse. D
THIRD PERSON'S POV Aurelia and Theo sat quietly on the couch.. Aurelia read through the Magazine while Theo was checking some work on his laptop.. "You think she'll come? " Theo asked quietly and Aurelia nodded.. "You saw how Owen looked at me.. Regret was visible on his face... He clearly
AURELIA'S POV I texted Owen one word. "No" The reaction after that was immediate.. Countless questions about why why and why.. About how I am not giving him a chance, how I shouldn't be living there and move to his house because that's the only way I'll not ignore him and blah blah blah..
Online everyone was celebrating my “reconciliation.” And I… was sitting here. With Owen. Letting him hold my hand again for show. God. The worst timing. I put my phone face-down, heart racing. I need to get out of here immediately.. THEODORE’S POV The first thing I did after landi
He hummed, unconvinced. He always sees right through me even when he shouldn’t. Even when it’s dangerous. Before he could push further, his phone buzzed with notification.. He looked at it once, raised a brow and put it back.. "What was it..? " I asked and he just shook his head.. "It's Si
Typical Owen.. Twisted the story so nicely and blamed me.. Just like he used to before.. I would have been manipulated already if I hadn't known his tricks by now.. Me: Owen.. He is my father and I want to stay here.. This is my house.. Plus I haven't forgiven you to move back with you.. You stil







