LOGINAURELIA'S POV I sat in my room, recalling everything dad spoke... For so many years he kept these words in his heart, his love and yearning for mom pressed in the bottom of his heart just to give me a life full of everything.. Not even for a moment he made me think I was being a burden on him, nev
AURELIA'S POVI looked at him with wide eyes..."I was young and didn't know it'll lead to you... But did Iever regret having you? Yes... I did regret it when I saw your mother laying on the bed.. Her hands had almost no warmth... That scared me ... I thought this is how i loose the love of my life.
AURELIA'S POV Glassware's crashed on the wall as Theo avoided them from hitting him... "You rascal! I told you to take care of my daughter and this is what you do?!?! " Dad yelled as he threw another plate at Theo while I sat on the couch.. Just 5 minutes ago we sat dad down and told him I wa
AURELIA'S POV A week passed since that day.. I never heard back from Silea but Owen? That mothernature'sjoke had the audacity to try to talk to me over the time.. Once he realized who held the power now, who had wealth, he crawled back to me.. "Madam... Mr Ashford is back and demanding to
THIRD 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
Aurelia sat still in the lavish chair, the golden afternoon light filtering through the tall windows, bathing the room in honeyed warmth. The beautician, a soft-spoken woman with deft hands, was finishing the final touches on her makeup. Every brushstroke seemed to coax a hidden radiance from her sk
It was a strange feeling.. I tried to restrain myself, tried make my heart learn from the mistakes but it seems like it doesn't listen to me anymore.. The more I try to stay away from Owen, the more I feel pulled towards him.. Slowly but surely he is becoming the old Owen I knew during my childho
“You’re doing wonderfully,” Owen whispered during a brief lull in conversation, leaning slightly closer so only she could hear. His fingers brushed hers lightly, a fleeting contact that ignited warmth across her skin. “I feel… more certain, somehow,” she admitted softly. Her fingers grazed the lock
It was already past 4 in the afternoon.. A beautician will be here for me at 5 o'clock. The whole estate felt luke a war zone today.. So much preparation to do.. I felt bad that they had to work so much for me.. But when I saw dad smiling with looking at the decorations, I felt my sadness fly awa







