Aria’s POV“This is not happening,” I breathed, feeling as if I was suddenly trapped in some nightmare. My hands trembled as I tried to grasp the full extent of the damage.Emma’s breathing grew rapid and shallow, her face getting drained of color. I moved to her side, gently placing a hand on her s
Aria’s POVI paced back and forth, racking my brain for something more that we could possibly do. The exhibition was supposed to be our big break, a chance to show what we were capable of. Now, it felt like everything was slipping through our fingers.Emma was already on the phone again, her voice
Aria’s POVFiona took a deep breath, her gaze drifting to the damaged photos as if they could somehow lessen the weight of what she was about to reveal. “I only found out about this after getting to know Farah better,” she began, her voice low, almost reluctant. I noticed the way her fingers tighten
Aria’s POV“Now this is raw and real,” I whispered, stepping back to check our work. “There’s no bigger message about resilience and empowerment.”As we gathered around the small section where we’d moved the vandalized pieces, there was a sense of quiet triumph in the air. The damaged photos, now di
Aria’s POV“This is incredible,” Jessica whispered, brimming with excitement as she scrolled through her phone. “People are really talking about the exhibition. It’s blowing up all over social media.”“I know,” I replied, my own screen filled with posts, reviews, and vlogs. “The buzz is insane. It’s
Aria’s POVIt’s been a really busy day, and I was eager to see my daughter Jasmine, who was home with a temporary babysitter. As Jessica and I stepped outside, I thought about what Fiona had shared with me. It was certainly unexpected, but I was glad that she’d trusted me enough to confide. Fiona
Aria’s POVI blinked, taken aback. “Me?” I asked, pointing to myself in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding.”“No, I’m dead serious,” Emma insisted, her voice brimming with conviction. “You’re everything we just talked about—authentic, strong, confident. You embody all of that. And you’re beautiful
Aria’s POVMy daughter skipped happily between Jessica and me, her excitement written all over her face. “Today, I get to be a real model!” she exclaimed happily, her eyes sparkling with excitement.I smiled at her. But inside, my heart was palpitating. “We’re really doing this,” I muttered under m
Victor’s POVI stood outside my mother’s door, holding Jasmine’s hand as I knocked twice. She shifted beside me, her fingers fidgeting with her sweater.The door opened, and Alicia stood there, surprise flickering in her sharp blue eyes as she took in the sight of us.“Victor,” she said, then her ga
Aria’s POVI swirled the glass vial in my hand, watching as the pale amber liquid coated the sides before settling again. The scent profile still wasn’t quite right, but I was close—so close I could almost taste it.The Velvet Vibe lab was quiet except for the soft hum of the air filtration system a
Aria’s POVI watched Victor, his face an impenetrable mask, his hand still holding mine. My heart ached for him, but to my own surprise, I felt something else too—pity for Alicia. For years, I had harbored resentment toward her, believing she had always looked down on me, dismissed me as unworthy o
Victor’s POVConfusion, anger, and apprehension swirled inside me, an unyielding force I couldn’t contain. I had no idea what I was walking into, but I knew one thing—I needed answers.As we pulled up in front of my mother’s house, I saw the glow of light through the living room window. She was stil
Aria’s POVThe revelation settled over us like a looming storm cloud, dense and unrelenting. Antonio Greco wasn’t just some powerful mafia boss—he had been the one controlling Shane. That alone was unsettling enough. My mind spun as I connected the dots. Shane had spent years trying to tear down Th
Victor’s POVThe moment we stepped into The Mirage, the air seemed to constrict around us. It felt as if we were being watched every step of the way.Overhead chandeliers sputtered in their golden glow, illuminating the velvet walls in fractured patterns, as if the very light was hesitant to linger
Victor’s POVWhen I arrived home, I found Aria in the garden, staring off into space, her arms wrapped around herself as a cool evening breeze swept through. The soft rustling of leaves was the only sound, the usual laughter of Jasmine absent. I knew she was in the playroom with the nanny, giving Ar
Victor’s POVI wasn’t going to let Aria face this alone.The moment I left our last conversation, I knew I had to take action. If there was a leak in my company, I needed to root it out myself. I refused to let this drive a wedge between us. She had to see that I was on her side, that there was no r
Aria’s POVI paced the length of the lab, arms crossed tightly over my chest, while Jessica sat on the stool near the counter, watching me with concern. The vials of stolen work still sat between us, a silent testament to the treachery lurking in our midst, waiting to be exposed.“We need a plan,” J