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 41 - チャプター 50

Aria's POVI woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar curtains, momentarily disoriented until memories of the previous night flooded back. My God. Aiden and I had... everything. My cheeks flushed hot just thinking about it.When I tried to move, every muscle in my body protested with a delicious ache. I couldn't even remember how many times we'd made love before I literally passed out in his arms. Three? Four? The details blurred together in a haze of pleasure and exhaustion.The space beside me was empty, the sheets cool to the touch. Aiden must have been gone for hours. A note on his pillow caught my eye: "Had an early meeting. Didn't want to wake you. Rest. -A"I glanced at the clock and gasped. It was nearly noon! I hadn't slept this late since college.Dragging myself from the comfort of the bed was torture, but the thought of facing the household staff after what had clearly been a very... vocal night motivated me to move. I wrapped myself in Aiden's discarded shirt, breath

Aria's POVI stood frozen at the doorway, staring at my suitcases—neatly arranged inside Aiden's master bedroom.Wait. What?"You're putting my stuff in your bedroom?" I asked, completely thrown off.This wasn't part of the deal. We had a contract marriage—separate rooms, separate lives. Last night… well, last night had been a moment of weakness. Or something else entirely.But I hadn't expected it to change everything overnight.Aiden looked up from where he was adjusting something in the closet, one brow arching slightly."Where else would my wife's things go?"The way he said "wife" so casually made something flutter in my chest. Still, I tried to stay grounded."I just assumed I'd be in the guest room," I said, my voice quieter now.He turned to face me fully, his expression unreadable. "After last night, I thought it was obvious."My cheeks flamed. Images from the night before rushed back—his touch, the way he'd looked at me, how he made me feel like I was the only thing in the wo

Author's POVLiam was stunned to see Aria at The Celestial. He'd been avoiding any place they might run into each other, but fate seemed determined to throw them together."Aria!" he called out instinctively, her name slipping from his lips before he could stop himself.But his voice fell on deaf ears as Aiden had already ushered her into the restaurant, the door closing firmly behind them.Liam's expression darkened as he turned to his companion—Madison Reynolds, daughter of the Reynolds family, whose business dealings with the Whites went back years."Miss Reynolds, perhaps we should reschedule for another evening?" he suggested, suddenly finding the idea of dinner unbearable.But Madison wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away. She had been trying to secure a private dinner with Liam White for months. Now that she finally had him here, she wouldn't let his ex-fiancée ruin it."Mr. White," she said, her voice laced with a carefully crafted softness, "we're already here. Surel

Aiden's POVThe air conditioning in the car was on full blast, yet Aria's cheeks grew redder by the minute,clearly affected by the alcohol.When the car stopped at a red light, I noticed she hadn't spoken a word since we'd left the restaurant, and the silence in the car felt unusually oppressive.For once, I found myself craving conversation.I stole a glance at her.She was doing something strange—her left hand pressed against the window, making small grabbing motions at nothing.When the light turned green and the car lurched forward, she lost her balance momentarily, her head bumping against the glass.She winced, her hand flying to her forehead, rubbing the spot with clumsy fingers."Let me see," I said, reaching over to move her hand away. Her skin was warm beneath my touch—too warm.Her eyes, those captivating eyes, were glazed over with alcohol and something else I couldn't quite name. "Aiden?" she whispered, her voice soft and uncertain.There was no visible mark on her forehea

I woke up with a pounding headache, my mouth dry as sandpaper. Sunlight streamed through a gap in the curtains, piercing my eyes like needles.Groaning, I rolled over, seeking the comfort of darkness—only to freeze when my hand bumped against something solid and warm.My eyes flew open despite the pain. There, less than a foot away, lay Aiden Carter. In the same bed. With me.Holy. Shit.I jerked upright, immediately regretting the sudden movement as my head throbbed in protest. The room spun sickeningly, forcing me to close my eyes and take several deep breaths.When I dared to look again, he was still there—sleeping peacefully, his dark hair tousled against the pillow, bare chest rising and falling with each breath.What happened last night? My mind raced, desperately trying to piece together fragmented memories. Dinner. Wine—lots of wine. Aiden carrying me... and then what?I glanced down at myself. I was wearing a nightgown I didn't recognize. Who changed me? Did we...? No, surely