Julia’s POV
The next day, I was woken up by my mobile phone vibrating relentlessly. Alex’s name lit up the screen. He’d called a dozen times already, and a new one buzzed before I could even process the count. I didn’t expect him to be so persistent. In my previous life, he’d hated me, loathed me even. Now he couldn’t seem to leave me alone. I let the phone ring out, the shrill sound piercing the morning silence. I didn’t answer, not because I was afraid, but because I didn’t want to hear any pathetic words from him. Shortly, there was a message notification. I checked the messages he’d sent. “You dare ignore my calls?” I read. I blocked his number without hesitation. He didn’t deserve another second of my time. As I set my phone down. In my previous life, I’d wasted so much energy trying to make him love me, trying to fix what was irreparably broken. Not this time. This time, I’d put myself first. Shortly after I blocked Alex’s number and sank back into the peace of my thoughts, the door to my room flew open with a bang. Scarlett stormed in, her face flushed with anger and indignation. “You’re out of your mind!” she barked, pointing an accusing finger at me as if I’d committed some heinous crime. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? You’ve embarrassed yourself, this family, and Alex’s family! You’re going to march over there right now, apologize, and revoke this absurd decision about withdrawing from the marriage!” I leaned back against the chair I was sitting in, crossing my arms. Her outburst didn’t faze me—it was predictable, even amusing in a twisted way. “Apologize?” I repeated, my voice calm but firm. “Why would I apologize for refusing to waste my life on a man who doesn’t love me? Why would I humiliate myself for someone who never respected me?” Scarlett’s eyes narrowed, her expression twisting into a sneer. “Because it’s not about love, you foolish girl! It’s about securing this family’s position! Do you think you can just throw away a marriage to someone as rich and powerful as Alex? Are you really that stupid? I want a better life for you.” I rose from my seat slowly, my gaze locking onto hers. “As a family member,” I began, my voice cold, “shouldn’t you be supporting me? Why are you so insistent that I sacrifice my dignity for this marriage?” For a moment, she faltered. The words seemed to have hit a nerve, and her confident cracked. She stammered, searching for an answer, before blurting out the truth I already knew. “Because Alex’s family is influential! Marrying into that family isn’t a loss—it’s a guarantee of wealth and status for us!” I scoffed, shaking my head. “For us? You mean for you. You’ve never cared about me or what’s best for me. All you care about is how you can benefit from me. You’ve spent years pretending to care about this family, but we both know your loyalty lies with yourself.” Her face turned crimson, and for a split second, I thought she might slap me. Instead, she clenched her fists and hissed, “You’ve always been ungrateful! After everything I’ve done for you—” But before I could speak, my teenage stepbrother, Jake, stepped forward, his voice sharp with anger. “No. I’m not letting this happen.” He glared at his mother. “You know damn well Alex treats her like shit. You want her to suffer? How selfish can you be?” “You don’t speak to your mother like that!” She scolded but Jake wasn’t done. He turned to me. “You don’t have to do this. You deserve better.” For the first time, I felt seen. In my previous life, my step brother was never on my side. He had always supported his mother and seeing that he is in my favour now, I couldn’t contain my astonishment. “You need to apologize to Alex’s family.” Said Scarlet. Jake let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Apologize? To them? Are you serious, mom?” His gaze snapped to Scarlet, filled with fury. “Alex always cheats on her with Celeste, humiliates her, and you want her to apologize? What kind of twisted logic is that?” Scarlet’s face darkened. “Jake, you’re too young to understand…” “No,” he cut her off, jaw clenched. “I understand perfectly. You don’t care about her. You never have. You just want to keep your place in their good graces, even if it means throwing her to the wolves.” “Enough!” Scarlet snapped, her voice rising. “This is not your decision.” Jake shook his head in disgust. “No, but it’s hers. And she’s not some pawn you can push around.” Then, he turned back to me, his expression serious. “You don’t owe Alex or his family anything. If you walk away now, I’ve got your back.” I swallowed hard, surprised at how he was defending me. In my past life, Jake had never stood up for me like this. Scarlet scoffed, turning to me with a sneer. “So, what? You’re going to let a teenager dictate your decisions now?” Jake let out another scoff. “At least I’m not selling out my own family for a bunch of rich assholes.” His eyes flashed with fury as he turned to the door. “You know what? If Alex was here, I’d tell him to go to hell myself.” Scarlet gasped. “Jake!” But he wasn’t done. “Screw Alex. Screw his family. And screw you for trying to make her crawl back to him.” He took a deep breath and turned to me again, his voice was low and welcoming. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore.” “Jake, you shouldn’t talk to me with so much disrespect.” Scarlett snapped. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. “No more discussion, I don’t have time for this. I’ll be attending to matters at the company today.”Julia’s POVThe car hummed softly as Declan drove me home, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and white through the window. His hand rested on mine, warm and loving while we moved. I glanced at him, his face reflecting against the glow of the dashboard, his eyes soft whenever they flicked to me. My heart still raced from the church, from the weight of my choice of choosing him, from the way I’d run to him and left everything else behind. We pulled up to his family’s estate, a sprawling mansion nestled in a quiet corner of the city. The driveway was lined with cars, and my stomach fluttered with nerves. His family, though I’ve met them before but not quite sure if they will accept me as a bride. I was stepping into their world now, not as a guest, but as Declan’s fiancée, his wife, in his words. The thought sent a thrill through me, chased by doubt. Would they accept me after the chaos I’d caused?Declan squeezed my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “You ready?” he
Declan’s POVMy phone sat heavy in my hand, its screen dark and silent, mocking me with Julia’s absence. I’d called her a dozen times over the past two days, each unanswered ring twisting the knot in my stomach tighter. Her face flashed in my mind, those soft hazel eyes, the way her lips curved when she laughed, calling me “trouble” with that teasing lilt. I paced in my room, worried, my heart pounding with a mix of worry and frustration. Is she fine? Did Alex do anything to her? Why wasn’t she picking up?Had I pushed too far that night at Luxe Bistro, when we’d laughed over salmon and wine, her hand warm in mine? Or was it something else, something to do with that damn wedding she was being forced into?I sank onto the couch, running a hand through my hair, my jaw tight. The thought of Julia marrying Alex, a man whose cold indifference I’d seen firsthand, made my blood boil. I’d tried to stay out of it, to respect her choice, but every unanswered call felt like a door slamming shut.
Julia’s POVI snatched the phone from Isabella’s hand as I ended the call with a sharp tap. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of anger and disbelief swirling in my gut. “What the hell, Iz?” I snapped, my voice rising as I glared at her. Her audacity to speak to Grandfather like that, like he was some villain in a cheap novel made my blood boil. “You can’t just talk to him that way! He’s my family! If you’re going to be aggressive with anyone, it should be Alex, not him!”Isabella’s eyes widened, her mouth parting slightly in disbelief. “Seriously?” She said.Then her expression hardened, her brown eyes blazing with a fire I rarely saw. She leaned forward, her hands balling into fists. “Are you serious right now, Julia? You’re defending that manipulative old man over me? Over yourself?” Her voice was sharp, cutting through the cozy warmth of her living room. She stood abruptly, her oversized sweater slipping further off her shoulder as she towered over me. “Wake up, Julia! You’re ab
Julia’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the gauzy curtains of my room. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my limbs heavy with a restlessness that had settled deep in my bones. Waking up used to excite me to begin my day but today, the thought of the approaching wedding, now just two days away only bothered me. I rolled onto my side, my mind replaying Grandfather’s words from last night, “Julia, you should move to Alex’s room. I only permit you both to share one room. Not some side chick.” His words left Celeste’s tight-lipped silence in the doorway.I sat up, running a hand through my tangled hair, and reached for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up with notifications, but none from Declan. My heart gave a small, traitorous lurch at the thought of him. I shook my head, trying to dislodge the image, and scrolled through my contacts until I landed on Isabella’s name. My thumb hovered over the call button for a moment before I pressed it, the phone ringing softly as I
Julia’s POVDeclan pulled up to the curb outside Alex’s house, the headlights casting a warm glow against the neatly trimmed hedges. I unbuckled my seatbelt as I glanced at him. The evening at Luxe Bistro still lingered in my mind, his teasing smile, the way he’d fed me a bite of salmon, his words when he’d called me beautiful. My heart gave a little lurch, and I pushed the thought away, forcing a smile as I opened the car door.“Thanks for tonight,” I said, my voice softer than I intended. “It was… really nice.”Declan’s eyes crinkled at the corners, his smile warm. “Anytime, princess.” He leaned back in his seat, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel. “Get some rest, okay? You’ve got that glow, but you still look like you could use it.”I rolled my eyes, but the laugh that escaped me was genuine. “Goodnight, Declan.” I stepped out, the cool night air brushing against my skin as I waved to him. His car pulled away, the taillights fading into the dark, and I stood there for
Julia’s POVDeclan cleared his throat, his voice breaking the spell that had woven itself around us in the quiet of the car. “Stop staring, Jules,” he said, a playful lilt in his tone.I blinked, my cheeks warming as a shy smile tugged at my lips. “I wasn’t staring,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper, the words tumbling out in a rush to cover the flutter in my chest. My fingers fidgeted, still resting on my lap, as I tried to steady myself in the moment.Declan’s smile widened. “Sure you weren’t,” he teased. He turned the key in the ignition and started the car as he pulled out of the parking lot. We drove in comfortable silence for a while. My mind was still reeling from the day, from how he’d made me feel. The thought of it only made me blush while I stared out the window. Though he didn’t notice my smiles. Sitting here, with Declan’s presence beside me, felt like it was slipping away, replaced by something softer, something that made my heart ache in a way I hadn’t let