로그인Angela's POV
I 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 tensed slightly. They were talking about Aaron.Lyla gave a small smile at the mirror, not at the makeup artist, but at me.“We are close,” she said.The makeup artist grinnAaron'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’s voice cut through the air like a whip. Instantly, I snapped back to reality. Without thinking, I pushed against Aaron’s chest. He didn’t move immediately. I turned toward the door and saw Beth standing there. Frozen. Her eyes widened just a little as she processed the scene. I was lying on the bed, Aaron leaned over me. The position was… too close. Darren appeared right behind her, looking tense. “Sorry, sir,” he said quickly. “I tried stopping her, but she insisted on coming in.” Beth’s gaze stayed on us. Her lips parted sligh
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 perfect.” The sales director across from me immediately went quiet. “They're based on...” “On what?” I lifted my gaze. “Hope?” I leaned forward slightly. My fingers stopped tapping. “If you can’t handle large-scale distribution, say it now. I don’t invest in weak execution.” No one spoke, until the door suddenly opened and every head turned at once. Darren walked in. He stopped in front of me, leaned in just enough to keep his voice low. “Angela's been in an accident.” For a few seconds, everything stopped. My eyes stayed forward,
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 tensed slightly. They were talking about Aaron.Lyla gave a small smile at the mirror, not at the makeup artist, but at me.“We are close,” she said.The makeup artist grinned.“Oh, come on… ‘close’ usually means more than that,” she teased.Lyla just chuckled softly.I kept my eyes fixed on the mirror, pretending not to care.“He looks… expensive,” the makeup artist continued. “Handsome, confident. Definitely not ordinary.”“Guys like that? They’re magnets. Plenty of women will try to get close.”I felt Lyla's gaze shift back to me. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “There are plenty.”I looked at my
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 shifted. The crew relaxed, some stepping away from their marks.I had just taken a step when Beth appeared at my side.“Hey.” Her voice was low, but attentive. Her hand immediately reached for my arm, checking me over. “You okay?”I gave a small nod.Beth frowned, her gaze dropping to my face.“Your face is red,” she said. “Did she hit you too hard?”I let out a quiet breath, taking the water bottle she handed me.“I’m fine,” I replied shortly, even though my cheek was still throbbing.Beth didn’t look fully convinced."I’m okay,” I repeated.







