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Author's POV Aria’s breath stuck in her throat. Her throat went dry. For a moment, she couldn’t even blink.Her chest burned as if someone had punched her right in the heart.She scrolled up, unable to stop herself. The chat wasn’t new; there were dozens of messages before this. Jokes, more talk like dirty talk, voice notes, photos, even late-night texts that sounded too intimate.They talked like buddies, not normal ones, like fuck buddies.Her hand flew to her mouth as her pulse quickened. Her eyes moistened, every new message made her stomach twist tighter.It wasn’t just betrayal; it was the realization that maybe this version of him wasn’t the man she had known at all.A tear slipped down her cheek before she even realized it.But she didn’t know why she was crying. Was it because he was cheating? Or because the man she’d just seen in those messages wasn’t him, not the one she knew, not the one who once held her like she was the only thing that kept him breathing?Her heart was
Author's POV Aria stood by the railing, gazing at the morning sky glowing softly, as if it carried the promise of a new beginning.But inside her, everything was chaos. Her mind was a tangled mess, unable to make sense of anything.The last two weeks had taken everything from her…..her peace, her calm, her sense of self. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around her stomach, as if trying to feel life inside her, to know if it was still there. But all she could feel was fear… fear that it had stopped breathing, that it was slipping away before it could even begin.She had been locked away in that vast penthouse, isolated from the world. The wind brushed her hair, cool. She closed her eyes, and for a moment, this huge penthouse, her prison of glass and silence, locked doors. The endless green outside that mocked herThe silence around her wasn’t comforting anymore. It was heavy. It pressed down on her.She felt an arm circle around her waist firm. The scent hit her senses, sharp and intoxi
Author's POV Her hand clenched tightly at her side, nails digging into her hand, trying to steady her uncontrollable emotions.Her eyes filled, moisture gathering as a single tear rolled down her cheek before she could stop it.Another followed, but she quickly wiped it away, refusing to let it show now.She looked at Vincent, who had crouched on the floor, lost in collecting the broken pieces. His face was unreadable.And his silence was screaming more than any words could.She turned around, walking out of the room, her steps echoing loudly in her ears with everything that she couldn’t say now.She shut her room door behind her. The soft click of the locking door echoed through the silence.Her chest was rising and falling rapidly with everything that was going on. Her heart was pounding hard, as if trying to escape the weight of emotions.Her body touched the mattress.Everything felt too much… too heavy.The tears slipped down her cheeks quietly, one after another, meeting the pi
Author's POV He caught her within seconds. His hand gripped around her wrist, pulling her with a force that left her breathless.Before she could protect or scream, he turned her in a swift motion. He guided her body down.She landed on the bed, her breath hitching, eyes wide as she stared up at him. His chest rose and fell sharply, his gaze dark and wild, angry.He hovered over her, his body caging hers against the bed.He caught both her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head against the mattress. His breath hit her face, hot, uneven, furious.“Can’t you be careful?” he snapped, his voice breaking between anger and fear. “You’re fucking pregnant, Brown!”The anger in his eyes burned, but beneath it, there was fear too.Her anger finally broke through.“I know!” she snapped, her voice shaking. “You don’t have to tell me!”Vincent’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening as he leaned closer.“Then explain your actions, Brown,” he said, his voice low and hard. “Because they say som
Author's POV The air between them turned heavy, suffocating. Aria’s heart was pounding inside her chest, uneasiness was curling in her chest.On her statement, his expression was not confusion; it was a slight mocking one.She blinked in pain. Her throat was tightening. “The one we signed… before the wedding. Rowan said it was a six-month contract…” she said with her trembling voice.Vincent didn’t move. He didn't answer her. His gaze was turning more firm with each passing second, stretching like an eternity.Then his voice dropped, quiet but sharp enough to cut through her delusional world she was living in.“There was never a contract, Brown.” His hand moved as he put her hair straight behind her ear.Her breath caught. “What.......what do you mean?” she asked with her trembling voice.“The paper you signed,” he said, his eyes locked on hers, “wasn’t a contract. It was our permanent marriage certificate.”The room felt like it tilted. Her mind refused to register his words, yet th
Author's POV Her heart was pounding so fast that it started to hurt. She looked into his eyes that, for the first time, held no anger, no control… only vulnerability.Her heart was screaming to her to bend down and pull him into her arms, to hold him close, but her mind refused.The last strand of her dignity held her still, not letting her flow into the emotions.She pulled her legs away. Standing up, she took slow steps, her eyes now starting to harden. She didn't glance at him.Bending down, she grabbed the bag he had brought, her movements sharp and controlled. His eyes followed her every motion, desperate and silent, but he didn’t speak, nor stop her.She ignored him completely as if he no longer existed for her. She walked past him, heading toward the bathroom. The door got smashed shut behind her, echoing through the room as a quiet goodbye.She came out only moments later, wearing the pale green dress he’d bought for her, the one that clung softly to her frame. She didn’t loo
Author's POV The ride was pin-drop silence, filled with suffocating tension. Vincent’s jaw was tightly clenched as he controlled himself, his eyes fixed on the road.Aria sat still, not daring to move. Her fingers gripped the edge of her clothes tightly in between them.Her heart was pounding in h
Author's POV Aria didn’t dare to move; she was afraid of waking him up. Her head was pounding as her eyes ran across his face, studying him. He looked calm, as if the intimidating, cold, dangerous man was far away at that moment.The puppy stretched his body, letting out a tiny yawn, then rested c
Author's POV Aria’s eyes softened as she looked at him. She whispered, “I don’t know. I found him under a car in the parking lot at my university. He was badly injured, someone had hurt him,” she said, anger mixed with sadness filling her eyes.“Are you going to keep him?” Sylvia questioned.Aria
Author's POVThe environment was filled with laughter, chatter, and the sweet scent of henna.The women and children were dressed in colourful attire, applying it on each other’s hands, sharing stories that brought beautiful smiles across their faces. They were all gathered around the bride, who w







