FAZER LOGINTHIRD PERSONâS POV The Ashford residence was no longer filled with celebration. No laughter. No warmth. Just tensionâ Thick. Suffocating. Waiting to snap. The moment the message came throughâ Owenâs world tilted. He stared at his phone. Once. Twice. As if reading it again w
THIRD PERSONâS POV The world didnât feel real anymore. Not as Silea stumbled out of the office. Not as the lawyerâs words replayed in her headâover 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 stretchedâ Long. Heavy. Unforgiving. Sileaâs grip on the papers tightened, the edges crumpling beneath her fingers as her breathing grew uneven. âNoâŠâ Her voice was faint at first. Shaken. But thenâ It rose. Stronger. More desperate.
THIRD PERSONâS POV For a momentâ Silea didnât move. Didnât breathe. Didnât think. Because what Aurelia had just saidâ Didnât make sense. It couldnât make sense. âYouâre lying.â The words came out sharper this time. Firmer. Desperate in a way she refused to acknowledge. Aurelia didnât react
His eyes darkened slightly. âDonât test my patience.â A beat. Thenâ âYour inheritance.â There it was. Again. Silea straightened, forcing some strength back into her posture. âI already told you. Iâm not giving you anything.â 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
THIRD PERSON'S POV The sound of slap echoed the house as Owen's face tured to the side.. His face facing the floor in front of his father who looked furious... His mother sat on the couch seething in anger... "You useless piece of shit!!! You had one thing to do and you couldn't do it right!! I
âMarry me, Aurelia. Not for strategy. Not for revenge. Just because weâre better together than weâve ever been apart.â Tearsâreal ones this timeâblurred my vision. I didnât even try to stop them. âYes,â I whispered. Then louder, laughing through the tears, âYes, Theo. A thousand times yes.â He
THIRD PERSON POV đđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđ Owen stared at the message until the screen dimmed, the words burning behind his eyelids even after it went black. Silea was at the house. In the middle of the morning, while the entire world tore their family apart, while his parents were litera
Downstairs, his parents waited in the formal sitting room, the one reserved for important guests. His father was immaculate in a charcoal suit, jaw set, eyes bloodshot from a sleepless night of emergency calls to lawyers and PR crisis teams. His mother wore pearls and a black dress, as if attending







