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
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
“Marry me, Aurelia. Not for strategy. Not for revenge. Just because we’re better together than we’ve ever been apart.” Tears—real ones this time—blurred my vision. I didn’t even try to stop them. “Yes,” I whispered. Then louder, laughing through the tears, “Yes, Theo. A thousand times yes.” He
THIRD PERSON POV 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 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







