Semua Bab Burned By His Lies: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Aria( Zara’s Pov)My heels click softly on the pavement but I suddenly take a step back when I finally see her face. It's not that she looks hostile or ready to attack me. No. The woman before me looks like she was once very pretty. Maybe a little bit of work was done when she was fine but now everything looks like it has faded away. Even her eyes don't have that light in them.No, I don't know her nor recognize her but I can tell by her appearance that she's not okay physically. Probably mentally too. Her eyes are sunken, her cheeks are hollow and her jawbone is well defined. Not like the model type but like the sick type. Her cheekbones are so sharp. Like they could hurt you if you touched it. There are dark circles around her eyes. She looks thin and frail. Like she isn't getting enough nutrients in her. Her hair seems like it has lost its shine. I almost think she's a homeless and sick person but something else weighs heavily on me as we look at each other. Fear almost takes over

Aria(Zara’s Pov)“Why did you change my design, Damien? Do you know what you've done?” To say I am angry is an understatement. After all the hours and effort. All those nights I spent drawing, redesigning, and brainstorming with my team to come up with something so meaningful just for him to change it without talking with me first.“I just made some little adjustments to it. It's more of an improvement. The previous design was lacking uniqueness and luxury,” he says without any emotion whatsoever.“Improvements? Really?” I ask him as I push the blueprints in front of him and point to the foreign design. “How can you say it lacked luxury when we have been working on it for months and you never complained? How come you didn't see it all this time?”“You don't need to get so upset, Zara. Motivation comes at any moment and it's never too late to make changes, especially if it's still good for you. You'll still take all the credit for it anyway,” he says, like I should be happy. At this m

Aria(Zara’s Pov)I arrive at the restaurant 5 minutes after seven and as usual, Damien comments on it. He stands as the server guides me to the table. His suit stretched tight over his muscles and his presence screams wealth and arrogance. He is the type to raise his nose at people and make luxurious places look cheap. “You’re five minutes late,” he says, while smiling and checking his expensive watch.“Just five minutes,” I tell him as I sit on the other side of the table. “Hope it doesn't affect your tight schedule.”He chuckles, but it sounds forced. “If it did, I wouldn't still be sitting here, would I?”“Good,” I say simply, trying not to roll my eyes. I glance at the surroundings and can't help but admire the interior setup of the place. The glass and gold combination gives off a cinematic aura to the building. I also can't help but notice the glances we’re receiving from people. They'll have another thing to feast on after their last assumption that we are a couple.I feel t

Adrian’s PovI told my daughter I would come over the next day that’s what I do. There's no hiding it anymore. She knows I'm her father even when her mother tried so hard to keep it from her. The little girl is just so wise that she picked up everything from our previous arguments and put everything together.I'm happy that she accepts me as her father but I can't help but worry about her mother's resistance. I just hope she'll come around and let me love my daughter freely and openly.I’m looking forward to when she’ll finally tell Lila that I'm her real father. The kid already knows but it'll mean the world to me and carry more weight if she voices it out herself. That will be the door I need to enter her life.So here I am, standing in front of this asshole’s door with the gifts I bought for my little girl. I still don't know their relationship but it must be pretty close if he hugged her like that that night. I don't care what relationship they have. He can't play family with my

Aria(Zara’s Pov)The next morning is quiet and peaceful. Murphy, Celia, and I are just lazying around while Lila is sleeping on the couch, watching cartoons. Celia and Murphy are arguing about what to have for breakfast and I don't want to be caught in the middle.“Pancake or eggs, Zara?” Celia asks. They have switched to calling me that instead of Aria and I don't mind, honestly. Celia justified it by saying she likes the name better. Like she would have a choice if I were actually named Aria.“Zara,” this time, it's Murphy who calls.“What?” I'd zoned out.“Forget it. You're of no use to me,” Celia says, walking to the living room while shouting Lila’s name. “Lila, baby.”“Oh come on. She's always playing dirty,” Murphy says in a defeated tone knowing whatever Lila says is what we'll be having for breakfast. And knowing Celia, she's going to convince Lila to pick what she wants.“Poor, Murphy. Scared of two little girls.” I tease him and he gives me a dirty look. I just chuckle.Cel