บททั้งหมดของ Too Late, Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Aria's POVAfter Lillian left, exhaustion finally caught up with me. I fell into a dreamless sleep, waking only when sunlight streamed through my partially drawn curtains the next morning.I shuffled downstairs to find my father already at the breakfast table, casually reading his newspaper while sipping coffee. Martha placed a plate of French toast in front of me, and I mumbled my thanks, watching my father curiously.He hadn't mentioned anything about Aiden. Not a single word about the marriage that had set social media ablaze. My father continued reading his newspaper, seemingly untroubled, occasionally making comments about political developments or business news.I took a hesitant bite of my breakfast, wondering if perhaps he simply hadn't heard.But It seemed impossible—the internet had practically exploded with news of our marriage. Then again, Dad had always been something of a digital dinosaur, preferring print newspapers to online news.I cleared my throat. "Dad, there's some

Aria's POVAs our car pulled up to the exclusive restaurant in downtown, I smoothed down my black Givenchy dress. I'd chosen it deliberately—sleek, elegant, and utterly funeral-like. Perfect for burying a relationship."Are you sure you're ready for this?" my father asked, his hand covering mine.I nodded. "More than ready."The maitre d' led us to a private dining room. The moment we walked in, I noticed the entire White family was already seated - William and Elizabeth White, along with Emily, Liam's sister who rarely made public appearances. But the person who should have been front and center was conspicuously absent."Where is your son?" my father asked coldly, not bothering with pleasantries as we remained standing.William's face tightened. "He's on his way. Please, have a seat.""So we're important enough to summon but not important enough for him to arrive on time?" My father's voice was razor-sharp.Elizabeth White shifted uncomfortably. "Traffic is terrible tonight. I'm sur

Aria's POVI couldn't tear my eyes away from Aiden's face as he stared Liam down. The tension between them was palpable, crackling like electricity in the narrow hotel hallway.Liam's face contorted with disbelief as he looked between us, his eyes lingering on Aiden's arm still wrapped possessively around my waist."You can't be serious," he scoffed, his voice rising. "This is just some sick revenge plot, isn't it? You and him?" He gestured dismissively at Aiden. "This isn't real. It can't be."Something snapped inside me at his words—his absolute certainty that I couldn't possibly have moved on from him. Without thinking, I turned to Aiden, placed my hand on his cheek, and pressed my lips against his.It was meant to be just a quick kiss, a statement for Liam's benefit. But the moment our lips touched, a jolt of electricity shot through me. Aiden froze for just a heartbeat before his hand tightened on my waist, pulling me fractionally closer.When I pulled back, Liam's face had gone

LIAM'S POVThe doctor stood before me, his face unreadable as he reached into his pocket. He hesitated, then handed me a small evidence bag. Inside was a tiny, empty vial that made my blood run cold."This was in her pocket," he explained, his voice dropping to a professional whisper. "It's a specialized anticoagulant—prevents blood from clotting. The cuts on her wrists were actually quite shallow. Without this, they would have stopped bleeding on their own within minutes."I stared at the tiny vial in the evidence bag, my brain struggling to make sense of what the doctor was telling me."What are you saying?" I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper.The doctor sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose. "The cuts were superficial, Mr. White. With this anticoagulant, she ensured they'd bleed dramatically without causing any real damage. It's... concerning."My world tilted sideways. Was he suggesting Sophia had staged this? That she'd manipulated me into rushing to her side?"

ARIA'S POVI showed it to Lillian."Speaking of the devil," she muttered. "Are you going to answer?"I hesitated before hitting decline. "Not worth it. She'll just try to manipulate me again."Seconds later, a text message came through:"You bitch! You're ruining my life with these lies! I'm in the HOSPITAL because of you!"I showed it to Lillian, who rolled her eyes dramatically. "Yeah, the hospital you checked yourself into after your little performance didn't get you enough sympathy. Someone should tell her that suicide baiting is disgusting.""I'm not engaging," I said firmly, blocking her number. "She's had enough control over my life."Just as I put my phone down, it rang again. This time it was Liam. I stared at his name flashing on my screen, my heart no longer racing the way it once did."What do you think he wants?" I asked Lillian."To save his ass, obviously," she snorted. "The internet is roasting him alive right now."I accepted the call but put it on speaker so Lillian