登入Arya's POV I woke up with a terrible hangover. I haven't had one in a while. For a few seconds, I just laid there staring at the ceiling, still half asleep, trying to piece together where exactly I was. Then the faint smell of his cologne hit me. Kayden. My eyes widened slightly as everything from last night came rushing back all at once. My face burned instantly. “Oh fucking hell,” I cursed under my breath, dragging a hand over my face. What the hell did I do? Slowly, I turned my head toward the other side of the bed. Empty. The sheets beside me were cold already. A bitter laugh almost escaped me. So history was going to repeat itself. Again. Why was I even surprised? The last time I was in this room, I had bundles of cash thrown at me like I was some hooker who had just completed a task on demand. I sat up slowly, pulling the sheets tighter around myself as my thoughts started spiralling. This was just another hookup. Yes we were married, but it was still a hoo
Arya's POV Never in a million years did I think I would find myself in this same position as I was the first day I met him. But yet, here I was. On my knees for Kayden in nothing but a red thong, with my fingers wrapped carefully around his dick. I guess the alcohol was making decisions for me now. But either way, I wanted this. I just wanted to forget. Even if it was just for a few minutes. I didn't want to think about my mom, or my dead grandma, or whatever dreadful information I would find in the laptop. I wanted it all gone, just for tonight. And that brought me to this very moment. My pussy throbbed as I brought his cock to my mouth, swirling my tongue repeatedly on the head. I heard him hiss as he brought a hand to my hair, guiding me even deeper as I took as much of him as possible. “Fuck, Arya.” He groaned. “Yes, just like that.” I continued bobbing my head, stroking what was left of his shaft that couldn't fit. I gagged a bit when he pushed my head to
Kayden's POV I should’ve stopped this before it started. That was the first thought in my head the second I felt Arya's lips on mine. Not because I didn’t want it. Fuck. That was exactly the problem. I wanted it too much. My hands stayed on her waist as I kissed her again, slower this time, trying and failing to keep my head clear. She tasted like vodka and bad decisions. And somehow, I still wanted more. I pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her properly. Her lips were swollen from kissing, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes softer than I’d ever seen them before. And somehow she still looked sad. That part pissed me off more than it should’ve. I wanted to kiss all her pain and grief away. My thumb brushed lightly against her cheek before I could stop myself. “You sure?” I asked quietly. For a second, she just stared at me. Then she pulled back, grabbing the bottle from the counter. “I didn't take you for a guy with morals.” My lips lifted up in a smirk. “I
Arya's POV Guessing the password for the laptop Julia and I found turned out to be a complete fail. We tried everything. My birthday. Grandma’s birthday. My father’s name. Rose. Arya. Different combinations of all of them. Nothing worked. Thankfully for me, Julia was criminally talented with technology. A hidden talent not many people knew she had. Unfortunately for me, the laptop was ancient. Which meant she had to take it home and “work her magic,” as she put it, while dramatically wiggling her fingers in my face. So for now, all I could do was wait. And I hated waiting. It put me on edge. I thought about sleeping over at the apartment for the night. I really did. But the second Julia left me alone in Lauren’s room for barely five minutes, the reality hit too hard, and I couldn’t do it. So eventually, sometime around ten pm, I called an Uber and went back to Kayden’s mansion. Home. Well… whatever it was now. Exhaustion sat heavily on my shoulders the moment I
Arya’s POV “Who’s Rose?” Julia asked, turning one of the envelopes over in her hand. I looked up immediately, surprised to hear the name. “Uh…” I cleared my throat softly. “That’s my mum.” Julia’s eyes widened slightly. “Wait seriously?” I nodded once. “What does it say?” “It’s a letter,” she murmured, unfolding the paper carefully. Her eyes scanned over the contents for a few seconds before her expression shifted. “Ari,” she said quietly, handing it over to me. “You should probably read this yourself.” My fingers trembled slightly as I took it from her. The paper looked old and worn at the edges, like it had been opened and reread too many times over the years. I swallowed hard before looking down at the handwriting. It was neat. Almost familiar somehow. “This was fifteen years ago,” I whispered absentmindedly after spotting the date at the top corner. Then I started reading. Dear mum, I’m sorry I had to take such drastic decisions, but I believe you understand the
Arya's POV The hallway smelled exactly the same. Old paint. Dust. And someone’s burnt food from another apartment downstairs. Funny how life kept moving here too. Nothing changed. Not for heartbreak, not for grief, not for girls who disappeared into billionaire houses and came back different. My footsteps slowed as Julia and I walked toward the apartment door. Apartment 3B. Home. Or whatever version of home it used to be. The closer I got, the tighter my chest felt. “You sure you’re okay?” Julia asked quietly beside me. “No,” I answered honestly. Her expression softened a little, but she didn’t push and I appreciated that. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out the spare key slowly. For a second, I just stared at it in my palm. Small and ordinary, yet somehow it felt heavier than it should. “You know,” Julia said carefully, “we can always come back another day.” “Ughh,” I shook my head immediately. “Stop suggesting that. If I leave now, I won’t come back.” And I knew







