LOGINAURELIA'S POV We left the wedding hall to towards the reception Hall.. "Did you see how Janet and Silea was looking at me? I really thought they were about to pounce on me... " I whispered to Theo who tried to mask his smile.. "You should have looked at Owen too... He saw what he lost and
THIRD PERSON’S POV The silence didn’t last. It never did. Because Aurelia didn’t come to blend in. She came to be seen. Another step echoed through the hall—slow, deliberate, unhurried. Theodore’s hand remained firmly intertwined with hers, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin in a gestu
THIRD PERSON’S POV The air inside the Ashford estate shifted after that conversation. Subtle. But unmistakably heavier. By evening, the house that had been filled with laughter and celebration began to feel… structured. Controlled. Directed. And at the center of it all— Janet. “Mov
THIRD PERSON’S POV The air inside the Ashford estate shifted after that conversation. Subtle. But unmistakably heavier. By evening, the house that had been filled with laughter and celebration began to feel… structured. Controlled. Directed. And at the center of it all— Janet. “Mov
THIRD PERSON’S POV For a moment… Theodore said nothing. He simply stared at her. Not shocked. Not confused. Just… staring. Then— A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. “Oh,” he breathed, almost impressed. “That’s evil.” Aurelia’s lips curved, pleased. “Thank you.” He let
THIRD PERSON’S POV The word storm barely covered it. It was more like walking straight into a battlefield… unarmed. Theodore stood frozen for a solid second, the color draining from his face as reality slammed into him. Aurelia’s father. The man who had built an empire from nothing. The man wh
Aurelia sat still in the lavish chair, the golden afternoon light filtering through the tall windows, bathing the room in honeyed warmth. The beautician, a soft-spoken woman with deft hands, was finishing the final touches on her makeup. Every brushstroke seemed to coax a hidden radiance from her sk
It was a strange feeling.. I tried to restrain myself, tried make my heart learn from the mistakes but it seems like it doesn't listen to me anymore.. The more I try to stay away from Owen, the more I feel pulled towards him.. Slowly but surely he is becoming the old Owen I knew during my childho
“You’re doing wonderfully,” Owen whispered during a brief lull in conversation, leaning slightly closer so only she could hear. His fingers brushed hers lightly, a fleeting contact that ignited warmth across her skin. “I feel… more certain, somehow,” she admitted softly. Her fingers grazed the lock
It was already past 4 in the afternoon.. A beautician will be here for me at 5 o'clock. The whole estate felt luke a war zone today.. So much preparation to do.. I felt bad that they had to work so much for me.. But when I saw dad smiling with looking at the decorations, I felt my sadness fly awa







