Mag-log inTHIRD 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
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
𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 I grinned as I watched Silea walk into their house through the hacked CCTV camera... Right now they might be over the moon but what they don't know is that they carried the snake inside with their own hands... The thing is that Silea isn't like me.. She'll never be me.
One day, one of them who always cared about me called.. "Hello Mr Richford... How are you? " "I am fine... I'm calling to check up on you... You see... I heard some whispers in the office.. " I played dumb.. "What are you talking about? " He cleared his voice... Not knowing what to say o







