ログインTHIRD PERSON'S POV The drive to the Vance Estate felt endless. Owen's hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned white... His father's final words echoed endlessly inside his head. The image of his parents lying lifeless on the grass refused to leave him. Every time
AURELIA'S POV I sat in my room, recalling everything dad spoke... For so many years he kept these words in his heart, his love and yearning for mom pressed in the bottom of his heart just to give me a life full of everything.. Not even for a moment he made me think I was being a burden on him, nev
AURELIA'S POVI looked at him with wide eyes..."I was young and didn't know it'll lead to you... But did Iever regret having you? Yes... I did regret it when I saw your mother laying on the bed.. Her hands had almost no warmth... That scared me ... I thought this is how i loose the love of my life.
AURELIA'S POV Glassware's crashed on the wall as Theo avoided them from hitting him... "You rascal! I told you to take care of my daughter and this is what you do?!?! " Dad yelled as he threw another plate at Theo while I sat on the couch.. Just 5 minutes ago we sat dad down and told him I wa
AURELIA'S POV A week passed since that day.. I never heard back from Silea but Owen? That mothernature'sjoke had the audacity to try to talk to me over the time.. Once he realized who held the power now, who had wealth, he crawled back to me.. "Madam... Mr Ashford is back and demanding to
THIRD 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
AURELIA'S POV My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might wake the whole house. Theo was sprawled on the edge of my old bed like he owned the place—dark jeans, black hoodie pulled low, that dangerous smirk playing on his lips. Moonlight from the window cut across his face, making h
He’s out of the car before I reach the door, looking sharp in a tailored blazer, hair styled like he spent an hour on it. His eyes rake over me, hungry and smug. “God, you’re stunning,” he says, pulling me into a hug that lasts a beat too long. I let him, even tilt my face up for the expected kiss
Her vision blurred with hot, furious tears. “How dare he,” she whispered, voice cracking in the silence of her bedroom. The walls still held framed photos of her and Owen from last summer—him with his arm slung around her shoulders at the yacht club, her in that red bikini he’d said made her look
“Babe!” he called, arms wide like he hadn’t cheated on me two weeks ago. “You look incredible.” I let him hug me, even tilted my cheek so he could plant a kiss there. His cologne was overwhelming, nothing like Theo’s subtle, warm scent that still lingered on my skin from last night. “Thanks,” I







