Too Late, Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 301 - チャプター 310

Aria’s POV"You're insane!" Owen spat, his face twisting with disbelief.Has Aiden actually married a complete lunatic? Owen had planned to launch into another tirade, but my calm agreement seemed to have short-circuited his brain completely.After a tense moment of silence, he clenched his jaw. "If I were you," he finally ground out, "I'd milk this situation while you still have some value to him. Take the money and run! Not foolishly believe all that love crap he's feeding you."I'd mentally prepared myself for insults and accusations, but instead, Owen Carter was... giving me exit strategy advice? Was this some twisted form of looking out for me?"Just watch yourself!" With that final warning, he whipped his horse and galloped away, dust swirling in his wake.I stared after his retreating figure, blinking in confusion. The Carter family was something else – each member with their own complex agenda and mindset. Impressive, really. Quite t

Lillian's POVI tossed my phone aside with a guilty smile after sending Aria that last goodnight text. Truth was, I hadn't been busy with work at all these past few days. I'd been busy with... something else. Or rather, someone else.Ryan.God, what a mess. The first time with him had been an alcohol-fueled mistake - at least that's what I told myself. But today? Today we were both stone-cold sober when he showed up at my apartment door last night.I stared at the ceiling, replaying it all in my head. I hadn't said a word when I saw him standing there. Just unlocked my door and let him follow me inside. And then... well, one minute we were standing in my living room, the next we were tangled in my sheets.The way he'd pushed me against the wall, his mouth hot and demanding on mine - it was like we'd been starving for each other. I'd yanked his shirt over his head, my nails dragging down his back as he lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. We barel

Aria's POVI collapsed onto the plush sofa after lunch, my body finally betraying just how exquisitely exhausting last night's activities had been. My lower back ached with a dull, persistent throb, and my stomach felt oddly tight, a lingering warmth in my core. Even so, I'd stubbornly pushed through a solid hour at the piano, the music a temporary balm, before finally surrendering to the undeniable call for sleep."The glorious aftermath of passion," I muttered to myself, a wry smile playing on my lips as I crawled into bed, my eyelids already heavy, my limbs deliciously languid.What was supposed to be a quick power nap turned into a full-blown hibernation. I slept straight from 2:30 until 6:30 PM, waking disoriented as the long evening shadows stretched across our bedroom. Feeling much more refreshed after my extended rest, I wandered onto the balcony, letting the gentle breeze clear the last vestiges of fog from my head before making my way to the music room.

Benjamin's POVSlowly, painstakingly, I wrestled back my composure, then raised a trembling hand to fiercely scrub at my face. A bastard daughter. The words echoed in the sterile hospital room, a sickening, impossible truth. Especially one whose age felt unsettlingly, frighteningly close to Aria's. The thought alone was a cruel twist of the knife.How could this possibly be? How could I, Benjamin Jones, possibly have a love child? I had never, not once in my entire life, betrayed Aria's mother, my beloved wife. Even after her untimely passing, my world had narrowed to Aria alone. I had dedicated every fiber of my being to raising her, to honoring my wife's memory.Yet, a mere month ago, an anonymous text message had landed like a venomous snake in my inbox, claiming the existence of another biological daughter besides Aria. Last week, this supposed daughter had brazenly demanded to see Aria. The sheer audacity, the stress, the crushing weight of the unknown had sent m

Aria's POVI felt a delicious flush creep up my neck as I followed his command, my fingers fumbling with the silk belt of my robe, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs."It's open," I whispered, my voice breathy, feeling the cool air kiss my skin as the luxurious fabric parted, revealing more than it concealed."Good girl," Aiden's voice dropped an octave, a low, guttural purr that sent delicious shivers down my spine, tightening every muscle in my core. "Now run your fingertips down your neck, slowly."I did as instructed, my touch feather-light, trailing my fingers from my jawline down the column of my throat, feeling my pulse throb beneath my skin."Lower," he commanded, his voice a seductive rasp. "Tell me how it feels.""Sensitive," I breathed, my fingers continuing their tantalizing path downward, tracing the curve of my collarbone, the swell of my breasts. "I wish they were your hands instead, Aiden."A deep, satisfied chuckle