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
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







