MasukAURELIA'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
FLASHBACK AURELIA'S POV I sat on the bed of mine and Owen's bedroom.. It's been 3 years since we got married. At first it was good. He treated me nicely.. But niw? He barely shows up.. Always busy and somehow connected with Silea.. Even though I kept telling him that I don't like her and he s
The afternoon sun was soft and golden when the lecture ended. Students spilled from the hall in small clusters, talking, laughing, replaying the professor’s jokes as they scattered toward the courtyard. I took my time gathering my notes, letting the others drift ahead. The silence that followed felt
Theodore.. ~"What is my princess doing? " I couldn't help the smile... His one text made my day better... ~"On the way home.. " I replied and watched the three dots dancing before another reply came.. "Reach home safely and call me. I am already missing you and can't wait to see you.. "
“You sound tired.” “I’m just… busy. Finals.” He was quiet for a moment. Then, carefully, “Busy, or distracted?” That word hit harder than I wanted it to. “I saw Owen at the café last night,” he said finally. “With you. You looked… different. Not yourself.” “Dad, please,” I cut in quickly,







