LOGINViolet’s POVThe penthouse was too quiet.Violet sat on the white sofa, legs tucked beneath her, a half-empty bottle of red wine on the coffee table. The television was on, but she wasn’t watching it. The screen showed footage from the ball … Aria smiling gracefully, answering reporters with that perfect, poised voice.Violet’s hand tightened around the glass until her knuckles turned white.Her phone buzzed.She picked it up with trembling fingers.The message was from her manager.“Due to the scandal at the ball and the damage to your public image, the committee has decided to remove you from all upcoming events. We suggest you take time to reflect. Your services will no longer be required.”Violet stared at the screen.Fired.She had paid good money. She had pulled strings. She had done everything to make sure she would be the face of that ball.And now she was being discarded.Because of Aria.Because everyone loved Aria so much.The glass slipped from her hand and shattered on t
Third Person POV Kyle stepped into the penthouse late that night, the door clicking shut softly behind him.The lights were dim. The living room was quiet except for the faint hum of the city far below the windows.He walked toward the bedroom, expecting to find Aria awake or at least waiting for him.Instead, she was already asleep.She lay curled on her side in the big bed, one arm tucked under the pillow, her curls spread across the white sheets. Her breathing was slow and even, but there was a faint flush on her cheeks and the unmistakable smell of wine lingering in the air.Kyle leaned down to hug her, his arms ready to pull her close.Then he stopped.The sharp, sour scent of alcohol hit him.He paused, hovering just above her, his face inches from hers.He didn’t say anything.He simply straightened, took a slow breath, and climbed into bed beside her.He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling for a long time, one hand resting lightly on her waist.He didn’t wake her.He did
Third Person POVThe front door opened. Aria turned, the room spinning slightly from the wine.It was Kyle.He stood there in the doorway, still in his suit, looking at her with that familiar mix of concern and something darker underneath.She smiled … a loose, drunken smile … and stumbled toward him.He opened his arms, but there was a tiny hesitation, just a fraction of a second, that felt weird. She didn’t care. She walked straight into his chest and hugged him tight, pressing her face into his shirt.He hugged her back, but his arms felt a little stiff at first.She tilted her head up and kissed him.The kiss started soft, but she made it long. Deep. She poured everything into it … the exhaustion from the day, the relief of seeing him, the quiet fear she was trying to drown in alcohol. Her tongue brushed his, slow and desperate, tasting him like she needed to remind herself he was real.He finally relaxed into it, his hands sliding down to her hips, pulling her closer. The kiss
Aria’s POVI decided to go to the gallery the next morning.I needed to feel normal again. I needed to be around my team, around the art, around something that still felt like mine.Kyle had been hesitant when I told him over breakfast.“Are you sure?” he asked, setting down his coffee. “After the ball and Violet’s stunt… the press might be waiting.”“I know,” I said, trying to sound confident. “But I can’t hide forever. The gallery is my responsibility. I need to show up.”He studied me for a long moment, then nodded.“Davis will drive you. And I’ll have extra security nearby. Call me if anything feels wrong.”I kissed him goodbye, longer than usual, trying to push down the doubt that had been growing since I read my aunt’s diary.The drive to the gallery was quiet.When I stepped out of the car, I saw them.A crowd of reporters had already gathered outside the entrance.With camera and notepads.The moment they saw me, they surged forward.“Ms. Myles! Is there any truth to Violet Br
Aria’s POVThe penthouse was dark and silent when I finally slipped out of bed.Kyle had fallen asleep hours ago, his arm still loosely draped over my waist, breathing deep and even. I waited until I was sure he was completely under … counting his breaths, listening for the little hitch he sometimes made when he was dreaming.Only then did I carefully slide out from under his arm.My heart was pounding so hard I was afraid it would wake him.I moved like a shadow through the bedroom, barefoot on the cool floor, and padded into the sitting room. Kyle was a very light sleeper so I had to be careful.The city lights from the windows gave just enough glow to see by. I didn’t turn on any lamps.The diary was still where I had hidden it earlier … tucked behind a row of decorative books on the shelf. My hands shook as I pulled it out.It was my aunt’s old diary. I had taken it from my uncle’s house during my quick, panicked search. I hadn’t even known I was going to steal it until I had it
Aria’s POVHe walked me to the door, his movements were stiff like something was wrong with him.As I stepped outside, he paused.“Aria,” he said quietly. “Be careful. The Hartleys… they’re complicated. Always have been.”I forced a smile, trying to look calm even though my heart was hammering in my chest.“I understand, Uncle,” I said softly. “Thank you for the tea. Can I please use the restroom before I go? It’s a long drive back.”He smiled in a weird way … tight, and very uneasy, like he was forcing it. His eyes darted toward the hallway behind him.“You can,” he said. “But be as fast as possible. I really have to go. I have a meeting soon. It’s down the hall by the left, you shouldn't miss it.”I nodded quickly. “Of course. I’ll be quick.”He stepped aside and let me back in.The moment the door closed behind me, I didn’t go to the restroom. I moved as fast as possible.My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I didn’t even know what I was looking for … old pape
Aria’s POV - Three Days LaterI stared at my phone for the fifth time in ten minutes.Claire still hadn’t responded. It has been three days of silence. No texts, no calls, nothing.We were supposed to have dinner on Tuesday night. I’d texted her that morning to confirm and got nothing back. I figur
Aria’s POVThe food kept coming.First, the oysters…plump and briny, served on ice with mignonette sauce that tasted like the ocean. Then seared scallops that melted on my tongue, followed by lobster tail so buttery I had to close my eyes to fully appreciate it.Kyle watched me with amusement. “Wh
Aria’s POVI woke up to sunlight streaming through the guest room window and the buzz of my phone on the nightstand.A text from Marcus: “Papers are ready. Come by the office at 8 AM.”I checked the time. 7:15 AM.Jason’s bedroom door was already closed when I passed it on my way to the shower. I c
Aria’s POVI sat on the edge of the guest room bed, with my hands folded neatly in my lap. The suitcases Jason had carried back upstairs sat unopened at my feet like evidence of my failed escape.Everything was perfectly still.I was perfectly still.And then I started laughing.It was very quite







