All Chapters of Who Did I Marry : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Adrian's POV***I shut the door behind me harder than I meant to. The sound echoed through my room. I stood there for a moment, staring at the door. Then I dragged a hand down my face. I was angry. No. Angry wasn't even the right word. I was frustrated. Completely frustrated and somehow, Aria had managed to get under my skin again. She asked too many questions. Too many. Why? Who? What happened? What does this mean? What are you hiding? What does your father know? What happened to my mother?I understood why she asked. I really did. If I were in her position, I would probably be asking the same questions. But that didn't make it easier. Because every question she asked dragged me closer to answers I wasn't ready to face myself. I walked toward the window and looked outside. The garden was almost empty now. The decorations from yesterday were still scattered around the mansion. Flowers. Chairs. A few abandoned glasses. Reminders of the ceremony my father had somehow managed to turn in

Aria's POV***“No. ”I shook my head. “No, no, no…” My whole body started shaking. I couldn't breathe properly. I couldn't even think.“Nora…”Her name came out of my mouth like a broken whisper. Then I screamed.“No!”I didn't care who heard me. I didn't care what anyone thought. I couldn't believe it. Nora couldn't be dead. She couldn't. Not my Nora. She was the only person who had stayed. The only person who knew me before everything became complicated. Before my mother's death. Before my father's secrets. Before Adrian. Before this stupid marriage. Before everything. Nora had been there. She was my friend, but honestly, that word never felt big enough. She was my sister. My family. Infact, my safe place. And now her mom was telling me she was dead?I started crying harder. “No, she can't be dead.” My hands went to my head. “She just can't.”“Aria.”I heard Adrian's voice, but I barely registered it. I couldn't look at him. I couldn't look at anyone. My chest hurt. It felt like som

Aria’s POV***I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the closed door. Adrian and Ethan had left so quickly. One second they were standing in my room, and the next they were gone. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Why did Adrian look so serious? Why did Ethan look worried? And what were they going to do?I wiped my face with the back of my hand. My eyes still burned from crying. Nora was dead. Even thinking about it made my chest hurt all over again.My Nora.The girl who had been beside me since we were kids. The girl who knew all my embarrassing stories. The girl I could call at two in the morning just because I couldn't sleep. She was gone And the worst part? She had been trying to tell me something. Something about my mother. Something important. And now she couldn't tell me anymore.I looked at the door again. Maybe I should go after Adrian. Maybe I should ask him what was happening. But the thought alone annoyed me. I didn't trust him. I didn't even know if I should. Before I

Third Person POV***The Blackwood Tower stood in the heart of Manhattan, surrounded by some of the most expensive buildings in the city. It was impossible to miss.The thirty eight story glass building carried the name Blackwood International Group of Industries across the front in large silver letters. The company had been in the Blackwood family for decades, and under Victor Blackwood's leadership, it had grown into one of the most powerful private corporations in New York.People knew the name. Investors knew the name. Businessmen respected the name and competitors feared it.Inside the building, everything moved with quiet precision. Employees walked quickly through the wide marble halls, carrying tablets, files, and coffee. Phones rang from different offices. Assistants moved from one meeting to another. Executives spoke in low voices as they discussed deals worth millions of dollars.But there was one floor where everything seemed even quieter. The top floor.Victor Blackwood's

Aria’s POV***I looked at my father again. His face was turned toward the window, and he kept staring outside as if the road was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. But I knew what he was doing. He was avoiding me. A few minutes ago, I asked him a simple question.Where were you the night Mom died?He had looked at me, and for the first time in a long time, I saw something strange in his eyes. Fear.I waited for him to answer but he didn't. Instead, he had looked away and remained quiet. At first, I wanted to ask again. I wanted to force him to tell me the truth. But I was tired. I was tired of asking questions and getting silence. I was tired of people looking at me like I was getting too close to something I wasn't supposed to know. So I gave up.I turned my face toward the window and let the journey continue. The car was quiet. I could hear the sound of the tires moving against the road, but my father didn't say anything. Neither did I. My mind kept going back to Nor