MasukHe’s out of the car before I reach the door, looking sharp in a tailored blazer, hair styled like he spent an hour on it. His eyes rake over me, hungry and smug. “God, you’re stunning,” he says, pulling me into a hug that lasts a beat too long. I let him, even tilt my face up for the expected kiss
Her vision blurred with hot, furious tears. “How dare he,” she whispered, voice cracking in the silence of her bedroom. The walls still held framed photos of her and Owen from last summer—him with his arm slung around her shoulders at the yacht club, her in that red bikini he’d said made her look
THEODORE'S POV I slammed my laptop shut harder than I meant to, the sound echoing through my empty office like a gunshot. The previews had hit my feed first—grainy at first, then crystal clear as the gossip sites picked them up. Aurelia, my Aurelia, smiling up at that slimy bastard Owen Ashford li
“Babe!” he called, arms wide like he hadn’t cheated on me two weeks ago. “You look incredible.” I let him hug me, even tilted my cheek so he could plant a kiss there. His cologne was overwhelming, nothing like Theo’s subtle, warm scent that still lingered on my skin from last night. “Thanks,” I
AURELIA'S POV Theo’s brows furrowed for a second, then understanding dawned on his face. He let out a low, appreciative chuckle that vibrated against my chest. “You little schemer,” he murmured, fingers tightening on my thighs. “You’re going to bury the rumors.” “Not bury,” I corrected, tracin
Dad looked between us, hesitating. I could see the wheels turning—he wanted to be there for me, but the lure of one last big triumph was strong. “Come on,” I added softly. “You’ve earned it. Go be the legend they still remember.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “You two… ganging up on







