LOGINTHIRD 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
THIRD PERSON’S POV The world didn’t feel real anymore. Not as Silea stumbled out of the office. Not as the lawyer’s words replayed in her head—over 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 stretched— Long. Heavy. Unforgiving. Silea’s grip on the papers tightened, the edges crumpling beneath her fingers as her breathing grew uneven. “No…” Her voice was faint at first. Shaken. But then— It rose. Stronger. More desperate.
THIRD PERSON’S POV For a moment— Silea didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t think. Because what Aurelia had just said— Didn’t make sense. It couldn’t make sense. “You’re lying.” The words came out sharper this time. Firmer. Desperate in a way she refused to acknowledge. Aurelia didn’t react
His eyes darkened slightly. “Don’t test my patience.” A beat. Then— “Your inheritance.” There it was. Again. Silea straightened, forcing some strength back into her posture. “I already told you. I’m not giving you anything.” 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
Theodore.. ~"What is my princess doing? " I couldn't help the smile... His one text made my day better... ~"On the way home.. " I replied and watched the three dots dancing before another reply came.. "Reach home safely and call me. I am already missing you and can't wait to see you.. "
“You sound tired.” “I’m just… busy. Finals.” He was quiet for a moment. Then, carefully, “Busy, or distracted?” That word hit harder than I wanted it to. “I saw Owen at the café last night,” he said finally. “With you. You looked… different. Not yourself.” “Dad, please,” I cut in quickly,
The night breeze still lingered against Aurelia’s skin when they finally turned back toward the grand double doors of the Ambrose estate. Her fingers brushed the ruby locket at her throat — warm still, as though echoing the heartbeat that refused to slow. Theo walked beside her, silent. Neither spok
The music had swelled again after the brief silence Silea’s entrance had cast, but it felt thinner somehow, hollowed of its warmth. Guests resumed their chatter, but Aurelia noticed the small pauses, the slight tightening of shoulders, the way some whispered glances trailed the newcomer like shadows







