Mag-log inAURELIA'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
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
AURELIA'S POV My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might wake the whole house. Theo was sprawled on the edge of my old bed like he owned the place—dark jeans, black hoodie pulled low, that dangerous smirk playing on his lips. Moonlight from the window cut across his face, making h
He’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







