ログインAURELIA'S POV We left the wedding hall to towards the reception Hall.. "Did you see how Janet and Silea was looking at me? I really thought they were about to pounce on me... " I whispered to Theo who tried to mask his smile.. "You should have looked at Owen too... He saw what he lost and
THIRD 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
AURELIA'S POV The way he looked at me and assured me, it made me want to tell him everything.. But fear settled in me too.. Though he told me that he'll believe whatever I say, what if he doesn't and thinks of as crazy or a liar? What if he thinks that I making up a fictional story just to cover u
THEODORE’S POV Her body trembled slightly against mine, but there was no hesitation in her eyes anymore—only a fire that had been reborn from ashes. I tightened my hold, not to cage her, but to ground her. To remind her she wasn’t alone this time. “Princess,” I murmured again, slower now, firmer
THEODORE'S POV I watched her closely as I poured the wine.. The tiny movement on her throat when she gulped, her fingers fidgeting with her dress... "I... I.. " She couldn't form words... "And why are you with Owen..? You remember that you proposed to me, right? " She nodded... "Then...? Ar
Her heels clicked—sharp, irritated, embarrassed. I stayed exactly where I was, eyes on the stairway she’d disappeared behind, her scent lingering like a brand I’d never asked for and would never return. Uncle Vance leaned in closer, voice low. “Whatever happens,” he said, “don’t let Owen step







