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Chapter 1: My Wedding… Or not?

Diana's pov He was never really in love with me. I should've realized it sooner, but I was too caught up in what I wanted to believe. Late nights, early morning meetings, 'work' always getting in the way of checking in on me… calls at odd hours from strange numbers. It should've been obvious. But it's only when it's too late that the truth hits. And now I'm left with this one question: Why didn't I see it coming? I mean, why didn't I find it strange that my fiancé chose to stay at the office for 'work' while I was at the hospital, barely holding on after losing our child? How could I have been so blind? I walked into the courthouse today, a smile on my face, my heart full of hope. I was ready to marry the man I'd loved for six years, to finally become his wife. The only good thing to come from losing my baby. I don't know when I'd come to terms with the loss, but I was certain that together, we'd find a way through it. I've been so foolish. I stood there, clutching my bouquet, t

Huling Na-update : 2025-02-13

Chapter 2: My Wedding Hall… Or Not?

Diana’s pov I had no destination in mind. The sound of my footsteps was the only thing that drowned out the chaos in my head. “Why can’t I enter my own wedding reception?” I asked the bouncers, my voice shaking with disbelief. I was standing outside my wedding hall, the one I’d paid for. The one I’d painstakingly planned every detail of, down to the color scheme and decor. Everything was exactly as I’d envisioned it: the flowers, the candles I’d bought off A****n, the fancy drapes, everything was there … except me. I looked around and saw everyone I’d invited. Everybody was here, without me. “My fiancé is in there,” I said, my voice rising. “I want to go in. Now.” “We’re sorry, Mrs.—sorry, Diana, but Brian gave orders not to let you in.” Wait. What? Brian gave orders to keep me out of a venue I paid for? I laughed, thinking it had to be some kind of joke. But when the bouncers didn’t even crack a smile, that’s when it hit me. They were serious. Brian had kicked me out of my ow

Huling Na-update : 2025-02-15

Chapter 3: Kidnapped… Or not?

Diana’s pov Two things hit me, shattering my world into a million tiny pieces. My sister is pregnant. And she's married to my fiancé. The words echoed in my mind, over and over, until I thought I might go insane. It's been three days since I found out, and the pain is still as raw as it had been the moment I saw them leaving the courthouse–– her glowing with happiness, him looking at her like she was his entire world. I'd run then, just like I always did. But this time, I had a destination. Home. My home. A small studio apartment in downtown LA, the one place that was still mine. The one place where I could breathe without feeling like the walls were closing in on me. The drive had been a blur, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. My mind raced with questions I couldn't answer, and a pain so deep it felt like it might consume me. When I finally pulled into the parking garage, my phone buzzed incessantly. The screen lit up with missed calls an

Huling Na-update : 2025-02-15

Chapter 4: Dinner…

Diana’s pov Ashley, my best friend and the only stable person in my life since childhood, sat across from me at the table, her sharp green eyes narrowing as she studied me with suspicion. We were at the store, surrounded by racks of high-end clothes, each piece more expensive than the last. Even the least expensive item cost a small fortune. Ashley leaned forward, her voice low but firm. "Diana, what's going on? You've been acting weird all day. And since when do you shop at places like this?". Since never! I avoided her gaze, my fingers nervously tracing the edge of the table. "I just… wanted to do something nice", I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Ashley wasn’t buying it. She crossed her arms and tilted her head, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. “Yeah, right. Something nice and you chose the most expensive store in town? Girl, be fr!”. "I can't lose my job…", I whispered. "I heard that already", she snapped. "What I haven't heard is how you ended up wit

Huling Na-update : 2025-02-15

Chapter 5: Dia️

Diana’s pov "Hey Diana, it's Mom. You're going to have to talk to me eventually, sweetie". That was the second voice note she'd sent in the last thirty minutes, the fifth in the last eight hours, and the thirtieth in the past twenty four hours. No, she doesn't miss me. And she certainly didn't want to apologize for what happened. That part of her–– the part that felt remorse, the part that cared enough to love and show compassion, was reserved for her favorite daughter, Anna. She's been calling nonstop, texts, voicemails, you name it, all to convince me to sell my ring ever since Brian said it's worth a fortune. That was a week ago–– the same week I quit my job. Or, more accurately, the same week I went into hiding. I decided to turn myself in for fraud at the police station. But when I got there, I was told there was no case against me. I was shocked, until Mom called. Turns out, their wedding hall had been raided by police, and everyone spent the night in jail. Shocking. What

Huling Na-update : 2025-02-15

Chapter 6: Not now, universe!

Diana’s pov I hesitated. "Wait. What's going on? Why is my name on the jet? And why are you calling me Mrs. Miles? Don't I know you? Uhm… you were the one who drove me to the office, right?" I asked, squinting at the man. The man smiled. What was so funny? He's been doing that since I got here. "All your questions will be answered by your husband soon, ma'am. But for now, we need to leave”. My husband? My mind raced. What's going on? Oh my God, did Brian plan this? Was he testing me this whole time? Oh my God, I knew he couldn't betray me. But… Miles? A new name? And a private terminal? And jets? Did he win the lottery? "Okay. What does Brian have planned? Please tell me", I said, pleading with my eyes. The man sighed, as if he'd expected this. "Mr. Miles is in the best position to answer your questions. He's waiting for you". Mr Miles? Why does that name sound familiar? I tried to remember, but I couldn't. Well, it's not important right now. If this is Brian's big surprise, I ne

Huling Na-update : 2025-03-12

Chapter 7: The Man in the Shadows

The fork feels heavier than it should. My hand shakes as I set it down on the plate, and that’s when I hear it—the sound I’ve been dreading. Slow, steady footsteps from the back of the jet. The kind of sound that makes the air go still, like even the engines know to quiet down.He’s been here the whole time. Watching behind the camera. Waiting.I turn in my seat, and there he is. Aaron Miles.No tuxedo this time—Just him, dressed down in a black shirt, sleeves rolled, collar open, as if this private jet is just his living room and I’m trespassing. Somehow that makes it worse. Too intimate. Too casual. Dangerous in the way men who don’t have to try are dangerous.“You ate,” he says, voice low, like it was his command I followed, not the flight attendant’s polite insistence. His eyes flick to the plate, then to me, sharp as knives. “Good girl.”The words scrape across my skin. I shove the plate away. “Don’t talk to me like that… Sir.”My voice comes out thinner than I want.Aaron doesn’

Huling Na-update : 2025-09-24

Chapter 8: Dinner for Two

The smell hits me before the sight does—something rich and buttery, the kind of scent that doesn’t belong on a jet, but I wouldn't know because this is my first time in one. The scent curls through the cabin, clings to the leather, tempts my stomach in ways I don’t want to admit. I press my hands flat against my knees, trying not to notice.Because if I notice, it means I’m playing along.If I eat again, it means I’m letting him win.The flight attendant moves like a ghost, sliding a tray onto the table between us. Polished silverware. White linen napkin. Two plates under domes, steam escaping at the edges. Like this is a restaurant, not a prison in the sky.I don’t touch mine.Aaron doesn’t wait. He lifts the dome from his plate, revealing something simple but decadent—steak, seared just right, juices glistening. He slices into it with the quiet precision of a man who doesn’t need to prove anything.“Eat,” he says without looking up.My jaw locks. “Stop ordering me around.”Finally,

Huling Na-update : 2025-09-24

Chapter 9: A Name in Gold

The wheels touch down softer than I expect, like the earth itself makes room for him. The jet glides, slows, and when I look out the window, it’s not a city or a commercial runway. It’s green. Endless trees. A private strip carved out of nowhere.My chest tightens. I press my palm against the glass, half expecting to see fences or guards, something obvious. Instead, I see perfection. A stretch of asphalt ending in an arched driveway. Beyond it, iron gates so tall they could cage the sky.This isn’t just an arrival. It’s a trap.The engines hum down. The flight attendant moves with her rehearsed grace, her eyes still avoiding mine. Aaron stands first, not even glancing at me as he buttons his jacket. Black suit, crisp white shirt, no tie. He doesn’t need a tie. His authority is stitched into every move he makes.“Get up,” he says quietly.I don’t. For a moment, I sink into the leather seat, clutching the armrest like a lifeline. If I stay here, maybe this isn’t real.His shadow falls o

Huling Na-update : 2025-09-24

Chapter 10: The Hijacked Wedding

The room tilts. The air feels too heavy, like it’s pressing me down into the polished floor. I shake my head, words stumbling out before I can catch them.“No. I won’t do this.”Aaron doesn’t blink. He stands like stone, one hand in his pocket, the other resting lightly on the back of the chair across from me. Calm. Always calm. That’s what makes it unbearable.The man in the gray suit sets his briefcase on the desk, clicks it open with neat, efficient snaps. Papers gleam inside, crisp white against the leather. Legal. Binding. My stomach knots.I take a step back, but there’s nowhere to go. The door is behind him. His people are everywhere in this house. Even the walls feel like they belong to him.“You can’t make me sign,” I say, my voice trembling but louder now, trying to convince myself as much as him.Aaron’s eyes hold mine. Cool. Dark. Dangerous. “I don’t need to make you.”He pulls the chair back, slow, deliberate, like he’s inviting me to sit. No—commanding me to.“I’m not yo

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