INICIAR SESIÓNAngela's POV
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a room in shades of gray and black. It took a few seconds for my brain to catch up, to realize where I was.
Aaron’s room.
I still remembered the sound of Lyla’s footsteps getting closer. Panic had hit me instantly. There was nowhere else to hide. This was the only room I could think of at the time, so I slipped inside.
A few minutes passed. No sign of Lyla.
Exhaustion washed over me, an
Angela's POVI stared at the knife in his hand.The cold metal caught the rooftop lights every time he slowly turned it between his fingers.My throat tightened.But no words came out.Lyla’s manager looked at me for a few seconds before letting out a quiet chuckle.“No last words?” he murmured.Then he slowly nodded.“Alright.”He stepped closer.“I’ll make this quick,” he said calmly. “It won’t hurt too much.”Before I could react, he grabbed the duct tape again.My eyes widened instantly when he roughly slapped the tape back over my mouth.My body jerked hard against the chair.“There,” he said quietly.“This way, you’ll stay quiet for a while.”His hand pressed against the tape for a second to make sure it stayed firmly in place.“I promise it won’t hurt t
Angela's POVThe second I opened my eyes, I realized my hands were tied to a chair while duct tape was pressed tightly over my mouth.Panic hit me instantly.My eyes darted around.The rooftop.I was still on the studio building’s rooftop.Cold night wind whipped through my hair while the distant sound of traffic echoed far below.My chest rose and fell fast.Then it all came back to me.That message from the unknown number.The threat to leak photos and videos of me within five minutes if I didn’t come to the rooftop alone.I’d even lied to Beth, telling her I just needed to use the restroom for a minute.The moment the rooftop door shut behind me… someone grabbed me from behind and covered my mouth.And after that, everything went black.I tried to move now, but the ropes around my wrists were too tight.Shit.My eyes swept across the rooftop aga
Aaron's POV“I don’t need help to destroy her,” I said. “You’ve got the wrong guy.”My grip tightened on the steering wheel.“I don’t share. And I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”“You should be thanking me,” he shot back sharply. “I helped you get your revenge.”“I don’t need it. Now tell me, where is Angela?”A scoff came through the line. “You’re still thinking about her? You should be thinking about Lyla.”“Lyla is broken because of you,” he continued, his breathing heavy.A short, cold laugh left my mouth.“You think this is funny?” he snapped.“Does Lyla know what you did for her?” I said quietly. “You think she’s going to thank you… once she finds out everything?”“You don’t get to say that,&rdquo
Aaron’s POVThe engine was running, my eyes fixed on the road.Lyla sat beside me, letting out a sharp breath. “Seriously?” she muttered. “Aaron… can’t you at least pretend to be happy when you’re out with me?”I kept my gaze forward and said nothing.“You said you wanted to try with me. But all I see is this…” she gestured at me, annoyed. “That look like you’d rather be anywhere but here.”A pause.“Am I just… your rebound? So you can forget her?”I pulled the car over.Hard enough that the tires scraped slightly against the asphalt.Silence dropped between us.Then I turned and looked at her.“Enough, Lyla.”My voice was controlled.She froze.“I already told you,” I continued calmly. “I’m willing to try with you. But not the way you’re forcing it.”Her lips parted, but no words came out.“I still see you as a friend,” I said plainly. “That doesn’t change overnight just
Angela’s POV“Did you see who that was?” Lyla asked when I got back to where we were earlier.“No,” I answered.She let out a sharp breath. “This is all your fault. If any bad news about me ends up in the media, anything at all, you’re going down with me.”I let out a quiet scoff and looked right back at her.“My fault?” I said. “You’re the one who came here, Lyla. No one dragged you into this.”Her expression immediately hardened. I kept my eyes on her, not looking away.“If you hadn’t shown up,” I continued, “You wouldn’t be dragged into my problems.”Her jaw tightened. Her eyes burned with anger. She looked like she wanted to tear me apart, then turned and stormed off.Her steps were sharp and full of emotion, as she left me standing there alone.Silence fell immediately after she was gone.I
Angela’s POVI turned and looked at her.“Lyla? What are you doing here?”She didn’t get the chance to answer before the restroom door opened and someone walked in. Without thinking, I quickly put my hat, mask, and sunglasses back on.Suddenly, Lyla grabbed my wrist.“We’re not talking here,” she said under her breath, almost a whisper. “Come on.”***She dragged me out of the restroom without waiting for my approval.Her grip was tight, her steps fast. I had no choice but to follow as she pulled me down the hallway.We stopped in a quieter side parking area. Only a few cars. Far enough from people.The moment we stopped, she let go of my hand roughly, making me stumble slightly backward.I stared at her, my breathing still uneven.Lyla stood straight in front of me, her arms crossed over her chest. Her gaze was sharp and judgemental, almost mocki
Aaron’s POVThe meeting was scheduled for ten.I walked in at 9:58.Darren was already seated on the right side of the table, tablet open. He gave a brief nod as I took my seat.“Start,” I said.The Brand Manager stood and activated the screen at
Angela's POVHis hand was still locked around my hips, tight enough that I couldn’t move even an inch.“Ahh… Aaron…”His name slipped from my lips, rough and unguarded. My breath hitched as my body writhed helplessly beneath his touch. His tong
Angela's POVThe silence inside the car felt heavy.I shifted slightly, then cleared my throat. In the end, I was the one who spoke, just to break the tension.“Um… you’re not wearing your arm sling.”He didn’t answer. Instead, I noticed
Angela's POVI could feel the air tightening as their rivalry escalated.Aaron raised his paddle again.“One point three.”Ian smirked. “He’s so damn stubborn.”The auctioneer’s voice climbed with excitement. “We have one point three million. Do I hear one







