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Ariana Pov “Adrian.” His head snapped in my direction. Noticing me, he quickly pulled away from the woman and grabbed the towel lying beside the bed, wrapping it around himself. “Ariana, what are you doing here?” “What am I doing here? Isn’t today our anniversary?” He didn’t answer, and I scoffed. “You didn’t remember?” I looked at the woman, who was still lying on the bed, watching us with her hand propped beneath her chin. “And who is she?” I pointed at her. “A friend,” he said flatly. His voice came out quiet, and I almost laughed at the absurdity. “A friend? You call her a friend when you were both naked in the same bed?” Tears welled in my eyes, but I held them back. “You said you dated me because of a bet.” I saw guilt flash across his face before his expression hardened. “Adrian?” A part of me wished he would deny it. Maybe laugh it off and tell me it was all a joke. But his lips pressed into a thin line. “So it’s all true. You dated me becaus

Damian Pov I reached the front of the Cole mansion, and the large gates swung open as I drove in. I pulled to a stop, stepped out, adjusted the cuff of my suit, and headed inside. I made my way straight to Grandpa's study, the place I knew he would be at that hour. When I reached the study, the door was open. I walked in and immediately realized this wasn't an ordinary meeting. My mother sat beside the bookshelf, elegant as always, though concern filled her expression. My younger sister, Victoria, lounged on the sofa with a knowing smile, while Grandpa sat in his armchair, his cane resting beside him as he sipped his coffee. His gaze remained fixed on the television. I slipped my hands into my pockets and took a few steps closer. My gaze shifted to the screen. To my surprise, the news report from earlier was still playing, the same announcement about my marriage filling the room. I stared at it for a moment before looking at Grandpa. "Good afternoon, Grandpa." His hand stilled. He

Ariana Pov The warm water streamed over my skin as I stood beneath the shower, hoping it would wash away the weight pressing against my chest. Outside the bathroom, Serena's voice carried through the door. "Take your time, girl. Wash off all the bad luck from today. Tonight, we're going out to have fun." She paused before adding excitedly, "I bought you a dress. Trust me, you're going to love it." Her voice softened. "It's been so long since I've seen you wearing something that turns heads. Ever since you started dating that jerk, Adrian, you've stopped going out. You quit partying, and even your style changed. You weren't like that before." I switched off the shower and reached for my towel. "That was because…" I wrapped the towel around myself before opening the bathroom door. "He said I dressed too flashy." Serena's eyebrows shot up. "He said he didn't want other men looking at me. He claimed makeup didn't suit me. Every time I wanted to dress up, he always had another excus

Ariana Pov I looked across the club until I finally spotted Serena. She was sitting on a barstool with a shot glass in one hand, completely oblivious to my approach. I wove through the crowd, stopped beside her, and lightly nudged her arm. "Hey, Sere," I said. "What's all the commotion in the club?" She whipped her head toward me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh my gosh, Ari!" she squealed. "You missed him! Damian Cole was here. Unfortunately, you didn't get the chance to see him." I frowned. "Who?" "Damian Cole!" she said excitedly. "He owns this club! Not just this one—luxury penthouses, private jets, five-star hotels, fine-dining restaurants, glamorous gala venues, and casinos across the globe." I listened calmly without interrupting as she rattled off one achievement after another, as though she'd memorized his entire biography. "Calm down," I said with a soft chuckle. "Relax, dear." She rolled her eyes. "And so what if he has all that?" I asked. From everythin

Ariana Pov I was still asleep in bed when the sound of my alarm kept disturbing me. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. With a groan, I grabbed my pillow and pressed it over my ear, hoping it would muffle the noise. It didn't. Letting out a tired sigh, I stretched out my hand until my fingers found the alarm clock. I fumbled for a second before finally hitting the button and turning it off. I wasn't ready to get out of bed yet. I needed more rest. I was still exhausted from Emma's birthday party. We danced for hours, sang karaoke, laughed until our stomachs hurt, and, for the first time in a long while, I had forgotten about stress, unpaid bills, and everything else that came with being an adult. My head still felt a little dizzy, which probably meant I had drunk more than I should have. Which was unlike me. With another sigh, I reluctantly climbed out of bed and sat up. I rubbed my forehead, wincing as a sharp headache pulsed behind my temples. It was probably from the loud musi