LOGINBut all I saw was him. And suddenly, everything began to feel right. I began to relax as I approached nearer. Each step brought me closer to the man who once broke my heart—and the man who had spent every moment since then stitching it back together with patience and love.When I reached him, he re
Aria’s POVThe island was even more beautiful than I remembered.The air smelled of salt and flowers. Music drifted faintly on the breeze. Laughter and excited voices echoed from somewhere down the beach, where our guests—friends, family, people we loved—were being ushered into their seats beneath t
Victor’s POVI stayed on one knee longer than I should have, but I couldn’t move.She hadn’t said anything.Aria just stared at me, her eyes wide and wet with tears, her lips parted—but no words. The wind shifted slightly, and I could hear the distant hum of the ocean behind us, soft music still pla
Aria’s POVVictor stepped in front of me like a shield. I barely had time to react, heart pounding from the loud boom that had shattered the quiet.Then came the drums.Deep, steady, powerful. They vibrated in my chest like thunder softened into rhythm.From beyond the trees, music rose—flutes and h
Aria’s POVI adjusted my sunglasses and tugged the strap of my duffel bag higher on my shoulder, squinting against the glare bouncing off the water. The sea breeze should’ve felt relaxing, but there was a knot sitting stubbornly in my chest.Victor stood a few feet away, facing the docked boat, his
Aria’s POVIt felt like I could finally breathe again.Weeks had passed since the chaos. The shadows that had loomed over Velvet Vibe, over our family, had slowly lifted. And today, sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the office like a quiet blessing.I stood near the glass, coffee in hand
Aria’s POVA low, familiar voice called my name from behind. I turned, my heart skipping a beat when I saw Victor. He stood there with a warm smile, his eyes deeply gazing into mine. “Aria,” he said, leaning in slightly. “Congratulations on the opening. I’m really proud of you… And, uh, I have some
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
Victor’s POVI paced the dimly lit room, the tension coiling in my chest like a snake ready to strike. The clock on the wall ticked with an unforgiving rhythm, each second a reminder of how little time I had left to expose Shane. She was smart—too smart. Every time I thought I had a lead, it slipped
Aria’s POV"These bottles are gorgeous, Jess! I knew you'd nail it," I exclaimed, admiring the elegant, curvy glass bottles lined up on the table. These were the super final designs for the various perfumes we’d created for the upcoming photography exhibition. They were all even better than I’d ima







