Aria’s POVMy heart skipped a beat, sensing the gravity in his voice. My mind raced, anticipating and anxious about what Samuel was going to say.However, just as Samuel was about to speak, someone came over and interrupted him. It was Shane's friend, Pierre. I remembered the last time he’d tried to
Victor’s POVOh, damn. Why am I back here? The evening sun cast a golden hue across the cityscape outside my office window as I sat behind my desk, the clock ticking away the seconds to 7 PM. I had flown back to the United States from the Netherlands earlier than planned, just two days ago, cutting
Aria’s POVWeeks had passed, and I still hadn’t found out what Samuel had wanted to tell me that last time. He'd made up some excuse and brushed it off, saying we’d talk about it when the right time came. I found it odd, but I didn’t push it. Now, as I headed to the maternity clinic for a checkup,
Victor’s POVI can’t believe it. The baby’s not mine. I’m not the father. These thoughts kept running through my head as I made my way back to my hotel. I felt as if I’d been punched hard on the face, like life had been drained out of me. All day long I couldn’t eat or sleep, and I felt so restless
Aria’s POVWalking through the hallway of the Elixir office, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and accomplishment. The meeting with the research team had gone exceptionally well. We had thoroughly evaluated the latest products, and the feedback was overwhelmingly positive. I was in high spir
Aria’s POVI glanced at my reflection in the mirror one last time, smoothing down the simple, navy-blue dress that clung just right to my figure. It wasn’t anything extravagant, but somehow, I felt like a queen. The soft fabric and modest cut seemed to do their job well enough. I grabbed my clutch a
Samuel’s POVAs I watched Aria’s stunned reaction to the gift, my heart pounded harder than ever. I knew this was the right time to share something more profound. My hands felt clammy, and I struggled to steady my voice.“Aria,” I began, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. “There’s something I
Aria’s POVFive Years LaterThe soft light filtered through the large, floor-to-ceiling windows of my perfume studio, Velvet Vibe, casting a warm glow on the shelves lined with glass bottles of essential oils and extracts. The air was filled with the delicate, intoxicating scents of rose, sandalwood