Semua Bab Too Late, Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now: Bab 351 - Bab 360

Aria's POVThe last button of Aiden's shirt finally gave way under my desperate fingers. My heart was racing like I'd just run a marathon, but I couldn't stop now. Not when his eyes were locked on mine with that intense, hungry look that made my insides turn to liquid fire."You're impatient today," he whispered, his voice rough against my ear as his hands slipped further beneath my sweater, tracing burning paths across my skin."Your fault," I gasped back, pressing my palms against his now exposed chest. God, he was like a furnace—all smooth, hot skin stretched over hard muscle. "You started this."A low chuckle rumbled through him, vibrating against my fingertips. "Did I?"I didn't answer—couldn't answer—because his mouth found mine again, more demanding this time. The gentle teasing from before was gone, replaced by something raw and urgent that matched the desperate energy building inside me.My sweater disappeared somewhere in the tangle of limbs and heated breaths. The cold air

Aria’s POVAiden's prediction proved startlingly accurate. The very next day after we filed suit against Vivian, I found myself face-to-face with two all too familiar figures right in our foyer.I stared in disbelief at Owen Duncan, who looked like he’d aged ten years overnight, his usual arrogance replaced by a haggard weariness. Beside him stood his sister Vivian, whose eyes burned with a hatred so intense I could practically feel its scorching heat on my skin."Mrs. Carter," Owen began, his voice strained, cloaked in a forced, unnatural politeness. "We'd like a moment of your time."Lucy hovered nervously nearby, clearly uncomfortable with having let them into our home. I gave her a reassuring nod, a silent signal that it was alright, before turning back to our unwelcome visitors."You have five minutes," I said coldly, crossing my arms over my chest, my posture radiating defiance. "And that's exceptionally generous considering what your sister did."Owen cleared his throat, a nerv

Aria's POVThe next few weeks passed in a whirlwind of wedding preparations. This time, everything felt different. No legal documents to sign first. No business arrangement to negotiate. Just two people madly in love, planning to celebrate that love with everyone they cared about."What do you think of this one?" Lillian asked, holding up a champagne-colored gown with intricate beading across the bodice.We were at our fifth bridal boutique of the day, and my feet were killing me. But the excitement bubbling inside me made the discomfort worth it."It's beautiful," I admitted, running my fingers over the delicate fabric. "But I'm not sure it's... me."Claire, sprawled across a plush settee with a glass of complimentary champagne, rolled her eyes. "You've said that about every dress, Aria. At this rate, you'll be walking down the aisle naked."I threw a satin pillow at her, which she dodged effortlessly."I just want it to be perfect," I admitted. "Aiden's going all out with this weddi

Aria’s POVI stared out at the falling snow as Aiden drove us to the airport. The weather forecast had been right—the first snowfall of winter had finally arrived in New York, covering the city in a pristine white blanket."Your flight's at 5:40, right?" Aiden asked, his eyes focused on the slippery road ahead.I nodded, clutching my handbag a little tighter. It was just a week-long international performance tour, yet as we got closer to the airport, I felt an unexpected heaviness settling in my chest.The airport was bustling with holiday travelers when we arrived. Aiden's warm hand found mine the moment we stepped out of the car, and I instinctively moved closer to him, seeking shelter from both the cold and the crowd."You should go through security now," I said after we'd checked my luggage, knowing he had a business dinner that evening. "You'll hit traffic if you wait any longer."Aiden didn't release my hand. When I tried to pull away, he held firm."What's wrong?" I asked, turn

Aria’s POVI never thought that two months apart could feel this long. As the plane descended toward Germany, I couldn't help but think about Aiden. Our schedules had barely aligned since I left on tour, and I missed him more than I wanted to admit."Ladies and gentlemen, we are beginning our descent into Munich. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts."Summer glanced over at me with a knowing smile. "Thinking about your husband again?""Is it that obvious?" I laughed, feeling a blush creep up my neck."Your face gets this dreamy look whenever you think about him," she teased. "It's actually kind of cute."The short flight from our last performance venue had given me time to reflect. Seeing Elissa's wedding invitation weeks ago had planted a seed in my mind.As we collected our luggage, I spotted Elissa waving excitedly at the arrivals gate. Her face was glowing with happiness, and beside her stood Vincent, her soon-to-be husband, looking slightly overwhelmed but conten