ARIA’S POVTo my shock, Sophia suddenly bursts into laughter. The sudden shift in her demeanor catches me off guard, and I can't help but feel a surge of confusion and disbelief. Her laughter echoes through the room, a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the air just moments before. Unable to comprehend the sudden change, I watch in bewilderment as Sophia continues to laugh, her amusement seeming out of place given the circumstances.“Aria, dear… We’re not together. He is just accompanying me, that’s all.”I make a conscious effort to remain unfazed in Sophia's eyes, refusing to let her see any sign of weakness or vulnerability. Despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me, I maintain a calm exterior, determined not to give her the satisfaction of knowing she's rattled me.“I don’t need to know anything about it. Just think what explanation you’ll give to Adam.”Sophia's expression shifts instantly, her demeanor betraying a hint of fear as she realizes the potential
ARIA’S POVThe room I've been thrust into is enveloped in pitch darkness, leaving me disoriented and vulnerable. With my heart racing, I struggle to make sense of my surroundings, feeling a sense of unease creep over me in the blackness.I attempt to open the door, but it's firmly locked, sealing me inside. Panic surges through me as I hear the unmistakable sound of sinister laughter behind me. Dread washes over me, and I realize with a sinking feeling that I'm trapped in this dark and ominous room with no means of escape.As I feel the arms of that man around my waist, instinct takes over and I lash out, striking him with all the force I can muster. My actions are fueled by fear and desperation, driven by the primal need to defend myself against this unknown threat.“You bitch! I should have drugged you first!”Now it's confirmed— the host— is indeed either Sophia or Brad, and their plan was to drug me and trap me in this room. The realization solidifies my resolve, and I brace mysel
ARIA’S POVI leave the party immediately, and no one dares to stop me, knowing full well the trouble they’d face if they did. Sophia is nowhere to be seen, which only confirms my suspicions. She likely assumed that with me trapped inside the hotel room, I would already be sexually assaulted, allowing her to wash her hands of the whole ordeal. The thought of her cold calculation fills me with a mix of disgust and determination to ensure she faces justice for her actions.It's truly disturbing how someone like Sophia could be so selfish and morally corrupt. Her actions demonstrate a complete lack of empathy and regard for others, reducing people to mere pawns in her twisted games.I can't help but ponder what would happen if Adam were to discover Sophia's true nature, especially her behavior around other men. Given how she's deceived him in the past, I fear it would shatter his perception of her.Sophia has managed to deceive Adam before, but if he were to witness this side of her, I'm
ARIA’S POVAs promised to Adam, I made him a partner in the Spanos Group of Companies’ project as a gesture of gratitude for saving my life. But he is still so clingy, and it's becoming too much for me to endure at this time.“I didn’t ask for this Aria. Remember, you’re the one who dragged me into this project.”“This is better than having to remarry you! After all, didn’t you ask for a return favor?”What does he think of himself? Does he truly believe I would consider remarrying him? The very thought is laughable and infuriating. Even in his wildest dreams, nothing of that sort would ever happen.Adam's delusion and clinginess are becoming unbearable, and it's maddening to see how out of touch with reality he is. His persistence only heightens my frustration and disbelief, making me question how he could ever imagine there being a future between us.“Never mind, it’s good that I get to meet you often then.”The overconfidence and smirk on his face make me roll my eyes in exasperat
ADAM’S POVAs Aria shows her disinterest in everything I shared, she turns her back and disappears down the hallway, leaving me utterly puzzled. How I wished that Aria could pay more attention to what I said and that she would forgive me and come back to me. It was too much to expect I believe.“Your Sophia is still doing her best to get even with me, so keep your bitch on leash!”Her words resonate in my mind, making me wonder what Sophia has done to her this time to make her so bitter towards me. Then, I decide to call my assistant and ask him to retrieve some information for me. I ask him to check why is Sophia still in the country when she was supposed to leave the States.“I’ll check it, boss.”“Can you also check what has she been up to lately? Especially when she left my house?”“Certainly, boss.”I keep pondering over Sophia and the latest stunts she might have pulled to try to get even with Aria. Frustration and concern gnaw at me, knowing that Sophia’s manipulative nature is
ARIA’S POVAll the things that Adam had disclosed to me come rushing back to my mind, haunting me like ghosts from the past. His revelations about Sophia's manipulations and deceit weigh heavily on my conscience, reminding me of the tangled web of lies and betrayal that surrounds us. It's a relentless barrage of memories and emotions, each one a sharp reminder of the pain and turmoil that Sophia has caused.However, I can't help but blame Adam for allowing Sophia to wield such power over him, even after our marriage. I struggle to forgive him for his infidelity. The wounds he inflicted run deep, and the scars they've left behind make it difficult for me to move past the hurt and resentment I still feel towards him.I've never been his priority, whereas Sophia always has. Now that Sophia has betrayed him so badly, he thinks he can come running back to me? The audacity of his actions is infuriating, and I refuse to be his fallback option after everything he's put me through.Consequentl
ARIA’S POVWhen I think about Brad Johnson, I wonder how he can even introduce himself under his real name at that disgusting party. Any person with sound reasoning will never do such a thing. Then an idea struck me—I need to investigate the name and find out who it really belongs to.Therefore, I go on Google, open the search bar, and carefully type in the name, hoping to uncover any information about its true owner. My fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment, my mind racing with possibilities. As I hit 'Enter,' I feel a mix of anticipation and anxiety, eager to see what the search results would reveal.The information on the website reads:Brad Johnson, born on April 15, 1980, in a small town in Ohio, is a businessman who has navigated the ups and downs of the corporate world with resilience and perseverance. Raised in a middle-class family, Brad was instilled with values of hard work and determination from a young age.Brad Johnson's story is not one of fame or fortune, but ra
ARIA’S POVI hear the ringing tone on the other line and finally he picks up.“Hello, yes?”“It’s me, Aria Cook!”There's silence on the other end of the line, followed by a contemptuous sneer. How utterly outrageous.“You want to be fucked by me, huh?”“In your dreams, Brad!”What a narcissist! I roll my eyes in frustration at his demeanor. Does he seriously think I regret not sleeping with him?!He laughs again, and honestly, it's grating. His arrogance is infuriating. But soon enough, I'm certain he'll be silenced.“I’m giving you one chance… Only one.”My tone turns severe, cutting through the air like a blade. His laughter abruptly ceases, leaving a tense silence in its wake. I'm certain his smirk has faded by now, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. He must be wondering what's coming his way.Immediately, I sternly demand that he confess to his actions and provide compensation to all the young women he has assaulted. Furthermore, I insist that he should personally apologize to