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 His brows furrowed, confusion flickering across his face before softening into something gentler — worry, love, and that unspoken ache only a father could carry. “Aurie…” he whispered, brushing away a tear that slid down my cheek. “Hey, hey… what’s this about? You’re scaring me, sw
AURELIA’S POV The smell of garlic butter and spices drifted from the kitchen — warm, comforting, and achingly familiar. I stood there for a moment, just watching him move around the counter with that same quiet grace, humming some old tune he probably didn’t even realize he still remembered. It
AURELIA'S POV The line went silent for half a second. Then Theodore’s breath hitched — not in shock, but in a kind of fierce, choked relief. “I’m coming right now,” he said, voice trembling with urgency. “Don’t move. Don’t talk to anyone. I’ll be there in a minute! " The line went dead and I
"Aurie.. " He tried to talk but I put up my hand.. "I have to go with dad.. I'll talk to you when I am free.. You can leave now.. " He nodded once and left.. I breathed out and sat down again to finish my food. THEODORE'S POV For the past few months, or at least from when Aurelia decided







