LOGINAngela's POV
I sat in my apartment, waiting for Beth to pick me up.
I’d just been discharged from the hospital last night. The doctor said it was a mild concussion. Technically, I was cleared to go back to work.
I was still a little dizzy, but it wasn’t a big deal.
This project couldn’t be put on hold for too long.
Some of the crew and cast had stopped by to check on me. They brought flowers and fruit, asked how I was doing, made sure I was
Angela's POVI stood there, frozen.Watching him walk away with Lyla in his arms made my chest tighten up. That same damn feeling again.I didn’t move. Just stared until they disappeared from view.Only then did I finally turn back to where Beth had been earlier.“Where were you?” she asked.“I…” I exhaled, forcing myself to stay calm. “The restroom. Didn’t I already tell you that?”She looked at me for a few seconds, then sighed. “Are you okay?”“Yeah, of course,” I said, forcing a smile.“Alright,” she said. “Want to grab some food or head home?”“Yeah, let's grab some food."We didn’t go far. Just a small place a few blocks away, not crowded. Exactly what I needed.We sat across from each other.Beth ordered for both of us without asking.“Finally, today is your la
Angela's POVI sat in my apartment, waiting for Beth to pick me up.I’d just been discharged from the hospital last night. The doctor said it was a mild concussion. Technically, I was cleared to go back to work.I was still a little dizzy, but it wasn’t a big deal.This project couldn’t be put on hold for too long.Some of the crew and cast had stopped by to check on me. They brought flowers and fruit, asked how I was doing, made sure I was okay.But Aaron…He never came.Just one short message, asking how I was.I didn’t know if that was concern… or just him making sure I could still fulfill my part of the deal.I hadn’t gone back to Aaron’s place.After the accident, my name started trending again. A few photographers had begun sniffing around. They weren’t following my every move, but one wrong picture… and everything could turn into a proble
Aaron's POVI don’t know how long I was out.When my eyes finally opened, all I saw was a white ceiling.I blinked once. Then again, trying to adjust.The smell of antiseptic hit me immediately. A monitor beeped softly beside me. Something was stuck in the back of my hand, an IV.That’s when it clicked.I was in a hospital.My mind slowly started piecing things together.The knife in my stomach.Blood.Bennett.A group of men in black.While my thoughts were still coming together, I heard faint footsteps approaching.“Aaron?”I recognized the voice instantly.My mother.I shifted my gaze slightly. She was standing beside the bed, her face tense. The moment she saw my eyes open, her expression changed.“Oh my God… Aaron.”Her hand grabbed mine, gripping it tightly.“Can you hear me? Aaron, look at me.&rdq
Aaron's POVDinner was over. Lyla’s parents had already left.But I wasn’t done with her.And now here we were, sitting in my car.“Now,” I said, my voice low. “You want to explain, or do I start guessing?”She stayed quiet.But I could see her hands clenched tightly in her lap.“I just sped up something that was already going to happen,” she said finally.A faint smirk pulled at my lips.“You went too far, Lyla.”“You brought your parents into it. Made assumptions. Then expected me to play along.”Silence hung between us before she spoke again.“But you still sat there,” she said softly. “You didn’t deny it.”I let out a short laugh.“Don’t mistake that for agreement.”“I just didn’t feel like humiliating you in front of them.”I saw the shift in her expression. Her eyes started to gloss over.“I would do anything to be with you, A
Aaron's POVI was finishing up some work in my study when the vibration of my phone cut through the silence. I picked it up, and Darren’s voice came through.“As expected, sir. Angela’s accident… it wasn’t an accident. It was Victoria Bennett’s order.”I leaned back in my chair, jaw tightening.Of course.That woman never half-asses anything, especially when it came to the Bennett inheritance.“Good. Keep an eye on it,” I said.I hung up before he could answer.Victoria wouldn’t let anything get in the way of her plans.Including Angela.The name alone pulled something unpleasant in my mind.Her flushed face… especially when I’d pressed her for the truth back then.Did she like me?I snorted, fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the desk.This wasn’t supposed to happen.I was supposed to crush her, not s
Ian's POV“Sir, Angela’s been in an accident,” my assistant’s voice came through the phone, tight with tension.I pushed myself off the couch. I moved fast toward my car but stopped short. My mother was already there, arms crossed, eyes locked on me.“Where are you going, Ian?”I said nothing. My hand reached for the car door, but her voice stopped me again.“To the hospital? To see her?”I looked at her coldly.She smirked. “You think Angela’s accident was just a coincidence?”I shut the car door and turned to face her. “You did this?”She didn’t answer. Just smiled.That was enough.I let out a long, sharp laugh. It was always her, always interfering. Guiding, manipulating… always going too far.And I was sick of it.“You’re overstepping,” I said.“I wouldn’t have to if you focused on the company,” she replied calmly, but every word cut. “You’re m
Angela's POV My heart was racing. He was too close. So close I could barely breathe. Those hazel eyes were locked on me, sharp and intense. “Aaron…” I started to speak. Then... “Angela!” Beth’
Aaron's POV The conference room was silent. Numbers moved across the screen, sales projections, distribution plans, next quarter forecasts. I leaned back in my chair, fingers tapping lightly against the table. “Your projections are too p
Angela's POVI didn’t respond, just gave a small, polite smile.A few seconds later, the makeup artist behind Lyla spoke up.“By the way… the guy who came last night,” she said casually, glancing at Lyla. “You two seem pretty close.”I didn’t move, but my body
Angela's POVThat voice cut through everything.I stood there for a few seconds, holding my breath before finally snapping out of character. The heat from the slap still lingered on my cheek.“Break. Ten minutes,” Mercer said shortly.The set immediately sh







