LOGIN~Aliyah's Pov~I hurriedly picked up the remaining things I needed from the shelves, my movements quicker than before, my mind no longer focused on shopping.Ronald’s words still echoed in my head.Three days.The threat behind his voice, the darkness in his eyes—It all lingered heavily within me.The cashier barely finished packing the items before I grabbed the bags and headed outside immediately.And the moment my eyes landed on Dominic standing by the road, a small wave of relief washed through me.My gaze instinctively shifted toward the safe still in his hands, and suddenly, I felt exhausted just looking at it.Honestly, after everything that had happened earlier, I no longer cared about whatever was inside.With Ronald showing up like that again…threatening me… I was irritated beyond words.I walked straight to Dominic and quietly slipped my arm through his. He glanced down at me briefly but didn’t say anything.Neither did I.And just like that, we headed home in silence.The
~Aliyah's Pov~Honestly, nothing about this felt real.I stood there, still trying to process everything that had just happened, my thoughts tangled and slow, like my mind refused to catch up with reality.Because this…this wasn’t what I expected, it wasn't even close.Evelyn Voss—the same woman who had insulted me, threatened me, demanded I disappear from her sons’ lives…was standing right in front of me.Asking for forgiveness.The shift was so drastic it felt unreal, like I had stepped into someone else’s story.And before I could even find the right words to respond, she had reached into her bag and pulled something out.A small metal key.But the weight of what it represented felt far heavier.She extended it toward me.“This is Ronald’s private safe key,” she said quietly.I stared at it for a second before instinctively taking it from her, my fingers brushing against hers. It felt cold against my skin.My confusion deepened.Why would she give me this?Why now?“Here,” she cont
~Aliyah's Pov~Dominic rushed out of the kitchen almost immediately, his footsteps quick and urgent against the floor.Concern flashed across his face the moment his eyes landed on me.“What's wrong, Aliyah?” he asked, closing the distance between us in seconds. His gaze moved over me rapidly, scanning for any sign of injury. “Are you hurt?”“No… the…” My voice faltered.The words refused to come out properly. Instead, I lifted my hand slightly, pointing toward the ground, my fingers trembling faintly.His brows drew together as he followed my line of sight.For a brief second, he said nothing.Then his expression shifted, subtle, but noticeable, as he gave a cautious and alert look.He glanced around instinctively, his eyes sweeping the surroundings like he expected someone to be watching us. But the area was still and quiet. Too quiet.Slowly, he bent down and picked up the rose. It looked harmless.Just a single red rose.But somehow, it felt like the most dangerous thing in the w
~Aliyah's Pov~It has been the same endless headlines for days now, as we have been staying in this isolated mountain area. Endless noise.No matter how many times I refreshed the page, no matter how many platforms I switched to, the story never changed. It was like the world had latched onto one narrative and refused to let it go.I sat there, curled slightly into myself, my phone in hand as I scrolled again, though I already knew what I would see.#cursedbride##TwoTimeWifeForTheVoss#Aliyah Burnett—who is she really? A curse. #From one Voss to another.#My jaw tightened.The words blurred together after a while, but the sting didn’t lessen. If anything, it dug deeper with each repetition, each careless comment from strangers who knew nothing about me, yet spoke like they owned my story.I exhaled sharply, my grip tightening around the phone.For a second, I almost threw it across the room but then….A voice cut through the noise, familiar yet calculated.Victor Hale.My eyes narr
~Aliyah's Pov~Days passed in a blur.Everything moved so quickly, yet somehow felt slow at the same time, like I was drifting through moments without fully holding onto them. The fear of Ronald’s sudden interference lingered in the back of my mind, constant and unsettling, like a shadow that refused to leave.That was why Dominic had suggested it.A secret wedding.Something small and private with only a few important people, those we trusted, would be there.To avoid noise, chaos, and any room for interruption.And now…here I am.Standing in front of the mirror, my reflection staring right back at me, dressed in white once again.Clara stood behind me, focused as she carefully added the final touches to my makeup. Her hands were steady, precise, as if she understood just how much this moment meant.“You will make the most beautiful bride, Aliyah,” she said softly, a small smile tugging at her lips as she leaned in slightly to adjust something near my eyes.I let out a quiet breath,
~Dominic's Pov~Everything unfolding around me wasn’t exactly how I had imagined it, not even close.Despite everything, despite my mother’s cold words, her public disowning, the way she had cut me off as if I meant nothing… I was still a Voss.That name… it wasn’t something you simply walked away from, it was blood and legacy and no matter how far I tried to distance myself from it, it still clung to me.I couldn’t just stand by and watch a rival tear down everything my father had built. I couldn’t pretend it had nothing to do with me.‘How would I face my ancestors in the future?’ The thought echoed heavily in my mind as I strode down the stairs, my steps firm, measured.Each step felt like a decision, a commitment and a burden I couldn’t ignore.I exhaled deeply, running a hand through my hair as a strange sense of relief settled over my shoulders.But even with that, the truth remained…the Voss company… it wasn’t entirely my responsibility anymore. It has Ronald now.But Aliyah?A
~Aliyah's Pov~I came out of my room much later, the house wrapped in that familiar, deceptive calm.The lights in the hallway were dim, casting long shadows that stretched across the floor. I paused at the top of the stairs, listening. No voices. No movement. Just silence. The kind that usually ma
Aliyah's PovI don’t know how long it took before he finally stepped back.Time felt warped, stretched thin, then compressed into a tight, suffocating knot in my chest. The moment his weight shifted away from me, I slid down the door until I was crouched on the floor, my knees pulled to my chest, m
~Aliyah's Pov~I went back to my room without saying another word.The corridor felt longer than usual, each step echoing softly against the polished floor. By the time I closed the bedroom door behind me, the tight knot in my chest had finally loosened, just a little. This room was the only place
~Aliyah's Pov~The rest of the morning passed in a strange, stretched-out quiet.With Ronald gone, the house felt larger than usual, every corridor too long, every room too empty. I tried to occupy myself with small, ordinary things. I rearranged the flowers in the sitting room. Straightened cushio







