Masuk~ARIA'S POV~I slipped off my shoes and stood still in the dim room, my heart still racing from everything that had happened. The first thing I did was reach for my phone.No missed calls.I refreshed the screen, my thumb hovering, hoping Sienna’s name would suddenly appear as if I had imagined her absence. Nothing. My chest tightened slightly, but I forced myself to breathe.“She said she would call,” I whispered to myself. “She will.”I placed the phone on the table and sank onto the edge of the bed. The room was modest, nothing like the apartment I once lived in, but it was safe. That was why I chose this life. Quiet. Ordinary. Invisible. I bent down and reached under the bed, my fingers brushing against a familiar cardboard box.I pulled it out slowly.The box looked older than it really was, coated in thick dust, as if it had been waiting patiently for me to remember who I was. When I opened it, the dust rose into the air, making me cough.“Oh come on,” I muttered, waving my hand
“Miles?” Clara’s voice cut through the low hum of the classroom, sharp and deliberate. She tapped her pen against her notebook. “Miles, are you even listening to me?”Miles did not respond. His eyes stayed fixed on the empty seat beside him, where Anna usually sat. A subtle tension curled around his jaw as his mind wandered. Was she home safely last night? Was she hurt? The memory of her stumbling slightly while jogging last weekend replayed vividly in his thoughts. He could not shake the feeling that something about her safety now depended on him.Clara leaned closer, her voice dropping just enough to sound conspiratorial. “Miles, you know you are thinking about her again, right? Do you ever think about anything else?”Miles’s gaze flicked briefly toward her, but his face remained neutral, unreadable, almost cold. No smile, no glance, nothing.Clara huffed, crossing her arms. Deep down, she knew what he was trying to do get too close to Anna, too protective, too involved. And that th
~ARIA'S POV~“Are you sure you don’t mind if I give you a ride home?” Luca asked as he held the car door open for me. His voice was calm but carried that subtle curiosity that always made me wary.“I don’t mind,” I said, sliding into the passenger seat. The city lights reflected softly on the dashboard. “It’s safer than walking, especially after today.”Luca started the engine and glanced at me. “Do you know Michael, your father’s former orderly? I saw him at the hospital earlier.”“Yes,” I said, keeping my eyes on the road ahead. “Michael has been with the Donovan family for years. He stayed even when my father passed. He’s more than just an orderly ,he’s loyal, dependable.”Luca nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Not surprised. People like him are rare.” His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, then back on the road.After a few minutes of quiet driving, Luca slowed down near a small, brightly lit restaurant. “Hungry?” he asked.“Yes,” I admitted. “It’s been a
“Finally,” the voice on the other end said, urgent and impatient. “I want my share, Ethan. I want it now.”Ethan’s jaw tightened. He spoke low, controlled, every word deliberate. “You have my attention. How much exactly are we talking about?”“Thirty thousand dollars. And I mean thirty thousand right now,” the voice snapped. “Don’t test me, Ethan. You know what happens if you step out of line.”Ethan ran a hand over his face, exhaling slowly. The weight of this call pressed down on him, sharper than any deal he had ever negotiated. He didn’t like this. Not one bit. This was the same person who had warned him, the same person who had been quiet until now, watching him grow more successful than expected. Trust was thin. Danger was close.“All right,” Ethan said finally, his tone low, precise, almost cold. “I’ll need your account number.” He jotted it down quickly, his sharp eyes scanning the numbers as he typed them into his secure banking app. The tension in his shoulders eased fractio
“Good morning, Michael,” I said softly as I walked into the hospital room. The antiseptic smell hit me immediately, but I hardly noticed it. My eyes fell on his daughter first, lying on the bed, her cheeks still faintly flushed from the ordeal. Next to her, standing with arms crossed, was Michael. He looked up at me with a mixture of surprise and caution.“Aria,” he said, his voice steady but guarded. “I wasn’t expecting you today.”“I wanted to check on your daughter ,” I replied warmly, keeping my tone gentle. “How is she doing?”Michael gave me a small nod, though his eyes betrayed a hint of unease. “She’s doing better than yesterday. Doctor says she’s recovering well. Some bruises, nothing serious.”I smiled softly and walked closer to the bed. Anna stirred slightly as I approached. I reached out and placed my hands gently on her shoulders, giving her a reassuring rub. “Hello sweetheart, what's your name?,” I said quietly, trying to keep my voice calm and comforting."I'm Anna." S
Vanessa’s heels clicked sharply against the polished floor as she strode into Harboline Imports, the exhaustion from last night’s stay at Ethan’s apartment barely registering. The echoes of her shoes seemed louder than her thoughts, and she caught a few curious glances from colleagues as she passed by. Her hair was perfectly in place, makeup flawless, but her eyes carried a burning edge that hinted at the tension beneath.She reached Aria’s desk and paused. The chair was empty. She narrowed her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips.She thinks she could just stroll into work whenever she pleases?The thought alone made Vanessa’s blood simmer with quiet anger. She tightened her grip on her handbag and marched straight toward Rowan’s office. The door opened with a soft creak, and there he was, seated behind the desk, papers stacked neatly, completely absorbed in some documents.“Mr. Rowan,” she began, her voice sharp yet controlled. “I need to talk to you about Amelia. She is not here







