INICIAR SESIÓNTHIRD 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 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







