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
Aria’s POVThe ride home was quiet, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Victor’s hand rested on the gearshift, his fingers brushing mine occasionally. Each accidental touch sent a warm ripple through me, leaving me feeling both nervous and giddy. My heart was still dancing from the events of the night befo
The next morning, The sunlight streaming through the curtains was the first thing I noticed as I stirred awake. As I blinked against the light, memories of the previous night surged back like a wave, crashing over me with startling clarity. My breath hitched, and I sat up quickly, clutching the blan
Aria’s POV"Victor," I murmured breathlessly, barely recognizing my own voice. "Aria," he whispered back, his tone filled with a hunger that matched my own. His lips found mine again, urgent and unrelenting.We stumbled together through the hallway, his hands sliding beneath my blouse, fingertips s
Aria’s POVI jumped from the table, my heart still pounding in my chest, and headed toward the studio door. “Stay here,” I said softly, though my voice wavered with some nervousness and the remaining heat. The air between us still sizzled, making it almost impossible to think clearly.Carefully, I o
When we finally pulled apart, both of us were breathless. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly swollen, and her eyes—God, those eyes—shone with an emotion I didn’t dare put a name to just yet.I rested my forehead against hers, trying to catch my breath as I spoke. “Aria… you’re everything to
Victor’s POVThe entire evening had been a cascade of emotions—love, happiness, nostalgia—and now, standing here, my heart felt like it might burst. I looked at Aria, her expression a mix of hope and nerves as she waited for my reaction. The painting, the bottles, the thought behind it all—it was ov
Aria’s POV“Still thinking of work at this hour?” he teased, his tone light and playful. “Should I be worried you’re pulling me into a midnight brainstorming session?”I glanced back at him, rolling my eyes with a laugh. “Trust me, it’s not that. Just wait. You’ll see.”We reached the entrance of my
Aria’s POVThe party was everything I didn’t know I needed. Laughter rang out like music, echoing through the beautifully decorated terrace. Friends and family filled the space, their joy infectious as they mingled, shared stories, and celebrated together. Even Jessica, who normally claimed she hate
Aria’s POVMy heart pounded as I reached for the door handle. With a shaky breath, I turned it, bracing myself for whatever lay on the other side.The cool night air greeted me as the door creaked open, and I stepped cautiously onto the terrace. My flashlight’s beam darted around the space, but ever