Victor’s POVBack in my office, I was lost in thought, staring out at the city lights twinkling below through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. I poured myself another glass of wine, savoring the bitter taste that matched my mood.Aria’s voice broke the silence. “Do you want to talk about it?”I s
Aria’s POVAs I dialed Victor’s driver, I couldn’t help but steal glances at him. The vulnerability in his eyes, the way he was looking at me—it stirred something deep inside. My pulse quickened as I thought about how close we were, and an overwhelming urge to kiss him flashed through my mind.But I
Aria’s POVThe room felt smaller, quieter, as if nothing else existed but the two of us. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My heart pounded in my chest as he leaned in, closer and closer, until our faces were inches apart. His lips hovered near mine, a breath away, and for a moment, I thought he was going
Aria’s POV“Jessica, I’ll be fine,” I assured my best friend, forcing a smile. “I can handle this.”“Are you sure you want to meet with him? All by yourself?” she asked again. “Yes, I’m sure. It’ll be okay.” I gave her shoulder a squeeze before heading back to my office. “Aria, I’ll be right outsi
Victor’s POVAs soon as I saw Pierre standing in Aria’s office, heat flushed through my veins. I could sense the anger rising inside of me. The urge to punch him was almost unbearable. My fists clenched at my sides, knuckles whitening as I imagined breaking his nose.Pierre smiled like he owned the
Aria’s POVAs I listened to his meaningful words, I could feel my cheeks reddening and my heart beating so fast. It seemed like he wasn’t only talking about the smart perfumes. For a while, I was speechless. I cleared my throat, gathering myself. “Thank you, Victor,” I said. “This will do so much f
Victor’s POVArriving at the sprawling suburban house, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. The place was impressive, as I’d heard it would be. I heard that Aria’s parents had bought it years ago, a retirement home that clearly spoke of their success and financial recovery. I parked be
Aria’s POVMy husband Victor was chatting animatedly with his ‘Miss Idea’, Shane, again. Their faces were close as her drooping hair rested on my husband's shoulder.Miss Idea. That was how my husband called Shane, his best partner in business. Whenever he mentioned her, the pride and praise on his