LOGINMia was waiting on the couch when Aria stumbled in that night, her heels dangling from one hand, her hair pinned with the last traces of effort she’d given before the party.The apartment smelled faintly of popcorn and nail polish remover. Mia muted the television, her eyes narrowing the second she saw her friend’s face.“That bad?”Aria dropped onto the couch with a groan. “Worse.”“Spill.” Mia pulled her legs up, hugging a pillow to her chest like she was bracing for impact.Aria hesitated, chewing on her lip. “He was there. Of course. Looking… perfect.”Mia rolled her eyes. “Naturally. Rich, powerful, broody. Let me guess....he glared at you like you’d stolen the last donut?”“I wish.” Aria swallowed, the words tasting sour. “He wasn’t alone.”Mia’s brows lifted. “Don’t tell me....”“Fiancée.” The word broke from Aria like glass. “She was right there beside him. Beautiful. Elegant. Exactly the kind of woman who belongs on his arm.”Mia’s mouth fell open. “You’re kidding me.”Aria s
The ballroom glittered with chandeliers, every corner polished to perfection. Aria tugged nervously at her dress as she stepped inside. The tenth anniversary of Voss Global was no small event—every executive, partner, and employee had been invited.She’d tried to convince herself all week that she could blend into the crowd, maybe even enjoy it. Tonight was supposed to be about the company, not her personal chaos.“Wow,” Sophie breathed beside her, eyes wide as she scanned the crowd. “This is insane. Do you think we’ll actually see him tonight?”Aria forced a small laugh. “You mean Mr. Voss? He practically owns the place. Of course, he’ll be here.”Sophie elbowed her playfully. “Don’t sound so stiff. Everyone’s dying to see what he’s like outside the office. Imagine if he actually smiles.”Aria’s stomach twisted. She knew what his smile looked like—what it felt like pressed against her lips. She shook the thought away, focusing on the clinking glasses and the hum of conversation aroun
The office was buzzing Monday morning, but Aria felt like she was moving through fog. She kept her head down as she walked past the glass doors of Voss Global, her heart slamming in her chest the moment she spotted Liam’s tall figure by the elevators. He was speaking to one of the directors, his expression hard, detached, and unreadable.Her stomach twisted. She gripped her bag tighter and darted toward her desk, praying he wouldn’t notice her.“Morning, Aria,” Sophie chirped, plopping into the chair beside her. “Rough weekend?”Aria fumbled with her files, forcing a thin smile. “Something like that.”Sophie leaned closer. “You look pale. Are you sick?”“No. Just tired.”Janice from across the aisle joined in. “Tired? You’ve been tired for weeks now. What’s going on? New boyfriend keeping you up?” She grinned, waiting for a reaction.Aria froze, her throat tight. “No, nothing like that. Just… stress.”Sophie tilted her head. “Stress from what? You barely started here.”Aria gave a wea
The box felt heavier than it should. Aria tucked it deeper into her bag as she and Mia walked back from the pharmacy, every step louder than the last.The streets buzzed with weekend life—families with kids, couples hand in hand, music spilling from café doors. Aria barely saw any of it. All she could see was the word on the bag: test.Mia nudged her with an elbow. “Stop looking like you’re carrying contraband. Nobody cares.”Aria hugged the bag closer. “Easy for you to say. I feel like everyone knows.”“No one knows. And if they did, they wouldn’t care. You’re not the first girl in the world to buy one.”Aria shot her a look. “Thanks for the pep talk.”Mia sighed and looped her arm through hers. “Come on. Let’s go home. The longer you stall, the worse it’ll get.”---By the time they reached the apartment, Aria’s stomach was in knots. She tossed her bag onto the counter, pacing the tiny living room.Mia dropped onto the couch and kicked her feet up. “Well? What are you waiting for? C
Aria had been staring at the same spreadsheet for twenty minutes, the numbers blurring into meaningless patterns. Her pen tapped against the desk in an uneven rhythm. She kept telling herself it was stress. Just stress. But her stomach coiled tighter every time she counted back the weeks in her head.“Earth to Aria,” Janice said from across the cubicle wall. “You’ve been drilling holes into that screen all morning.”Aria blinked and forced a smile. “Just… going over projections.”Janice peered over the divider. “You look pale. Are you sick?”“No, I’m fine,” Aria said quickly. “Didn’t sleep much, that’s all.”Janice raised a brow, unconvinced, but dropped it when Liam’s office door opened. He stepped out, sharp in a charcoal suit, scanning the floor. Conversations hushed without him asking. Aria straightened automatically, praying he wouldn’t notice her distraction.He didn’t. His gaze swept the room, landed on the board across the wall, then back to his office. Cold. Detached. Yet in
Mia sat cross-legged on Aria’s bed, still in her scrubs, staring at her like she’d confessed to murder.“You’re telling me,” she said slowly, “that your new boss…..the guy who signs your paycheck….is the same man you… spent the night with?”Aria buried her face in her pillow and groaned. “Don’t say it out loud. It sounds even worse when you say it.”“It’s not worse, it’s catastrophic,” Mia replied, tossing a throw pillow at her. “Aria Hayes, queen of bad luck. Only you could sleep with a stranger and have him turn out to be your CEO.”“Thanks for the pep talk,” Aria muttered, sitting up. Her hair was a mess, her eyes heavy with shame. “He was so cold, Mia. Like I was some bug he wanted squashed. He said it was a mistake, and that I should never mention it again.”Mia’s mouth dropped open. “He said that? Wow. Charming.”“I thought maybe he’d at least acknowledge what happened, but no. He was all business. Ruthless. Like he didn’t even recognize me.”“Aria, men like him don’t do feelin







