LOGINTHIRD 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
THIRD PERSON'S POV Silea didn’t even flinch. Not a blink. Not a stutter. Just a slow, almost amused smile tugging at her lips as she adjusted the shawl draped over her shoulders. “You’re overthinking again, Owen.” Her voice was soft. Too soft. Controlled. Practiced. Owen’s jaw tighte
AURELIA'S POV At 9:17 a.m., Owen finally tried. He set his coffee down and took both my hands. “Aurie, sweetheart… there’s something important I need to attend... " My heart didn’t even speed up. I widened my eyes, letting them fill instantly. “Important? Now...? More than me? " Silea le
“Of course I forgive you,” he said, pulling me back into his arms. “We’re in this together, Aurelia. Always.” I clung to him, hiding my face so he wouldn’t see the cold satisfaction in my eyes. Good boy. Upstairs, in her room overlooking the garden, I knew Silea was watching from behind the cu
AURELIA'S POV The words hung in the air like smoke, thick and poisonous. "No... She'll not get everything only if you marry me..." My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the phone screen, the hidden camera feed crystal clear even in the dim guest room light. Owen froze mid-pace, his back
I played my part too. Pale makeup under my eyes, a tremor in my hands when I poured tea. I let Silea catch me crying in the library once, whispering to myself about how I couldn’t lose him. She hugged me that day—tight, sympathetic, her perfume cloying. “I’m here, little sister,” she murmured. “We







