MasukAURELIA'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
One day, one of them who always cared about me called.. "Hello Mr Richford... How are you? " "I am fine... I'm calling to check up on you... You see... I heard some whispers in the office.. " I played dumb.. "What are you talking about? " He cleared his voice... Not knowing what to say o
"Aurelia," he said, voice smooth as he pulled out my chair. "You look... incredible." "Thank you." I sat gracefully, crossing my legs, letting the slit in my dress do its work. Distraction was part of the plan. "This is unexpected. Your text was rather... cryptic." He smiled, signaling the waite
AURELIA'S POV The moment I closed my bedroom door, I leaned against it and let the mask fall. The ring felt heavy on my finger—heavy with lies, heavy with the weight of what was coming. I stared at it under the soft glow of my bedside lamp: a gaudy, ostentatious thing, all flash and no soul. Exa
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧-𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘋𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 6 𝘢.𝘮., 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳?







