Victor’s POVI stared at my phone screen, Dr. Levine’s message lighting up in bold letters. The moment between Aria and me hung suspended in the air, and I could feel her watching me. “It’s Dr. Levine,” I said, glancing back up to meet her gaze. “He’s asking where I am.”“Oh!” Aria let out a small,
Victor’s POVThe officer excused himself, and as he walked away, I felt Aria’s hand slip into mine. Her fingers laced through mine instinctively, and I gave her hand a gentle squeeze, feeling that calm, anchoring warmth that only she seemed to bring.Dr. Levine watched us, his eyes softening. “Tonig
Aria’s POVA deep sense of sympathy filled me as I thought about Samantha’s story. Her life had taken a dark turn, yet now, thanks to Dr. Levine’s dedication, she was finally being given the support she needed. It was hard not to be moved by his kindness and determination to help her, even after eve
Victor’s POV“What’s next?” I asked, eager to find out what will happen to move this forward. Harris sighed, his gaze steady. “Because it’s our only lead right now, we can’t risk busting it too soon. If we blow this, we may never get another chance. So we’re taking it slowly, one step at a time. We
Aria’s POV“Fiona! Farah!” I called out, smiling as I stepped into the gallery. The warm, earthy tones and vibrant photos on the walls welcomed me, each frame a stunning portrayal of Amsterdam. The last few days had been a whirl of stress and unease, and I needed this—a night to escape into art and
Aria’s POVSamuel looked at the photograph with me, and his gaze softened. “Do you remember that bridge?” he asked quietly. “The morning you broke down and I didn’t know what to do…”I swallowed, a small smile tugging at my lips as I nodded. “How could I forget? I was… barely hanging on then.” I let
Aria’s POV“Oh, I can’t believe she’s giving birth already!” I practically sprinted into the hospital lobby, nearly skidding to a halt as I spotted Victor leaning casually against the reception desk. My heart skipped a beat—part surprise, part… something else I didn’t want to admit.“Victor?” I bli
Victor’s POVI stood there, hands tucked into my pockets, trying to hold onto the warmth of the moment. Arnold and Emma looked at their newborn son with a kind of happiness, a glow of pride and love I couldn’t remember experiencing ever. At first, I was genuinely happy for them. Arnold, a man who’d
Victor’s POVThe laughter started the moment we arrived at the theme park and never seemed to stop. Jasmine darted ahead, pulling us toward the entrance with uncontainable energy, her small hand gripping mine tightly. The park was a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds—twinkling lights, cheerful music
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