ARIA’S POVOn my way to the hospital, I can't stop thinking about Regis. How could he choose Tanya over me? Moreover, he never came back for me. What kind of game is this? Did he actually believe that I would kidnap Tanya and stage everything, trapping him in this twisted plot?Doubts and questions swirl in my mind, and I struggle to understand how everything could have gone so wrong.Those thoughts make my heart grow cold.I am still wondering how Adam reached the place to save me. All these questions are bugging my mind so much. How did he know where to find me? Why was he there? The confusion and uncertainty gnaw at me, adding to the turmoil already brewing within.“How did Adam reach there on time to save me?”I finally ask Neal and all he says is that I should take rest and not to think about all these things for now.“But, tell me, how did you track me?”“Regis informed me.”“What? Regis?”I can't believe my ears when Neal tells me it was Regis who discovered my whereabouts from
ARIA’S POVJust then, I hear Adam’s voice.“I’m fine, Aria… Thanks for asking about me.”I blush, unsure of why, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on me. Neal remains silent, his expression unreadable, though it seems he isn't pleased either with Adam’s presence or maybe because of some other issue.If Adam hadn’t reached me in time, I might have ended up in the ICU. However, when I opened my eyes and saw him performing artificial respiration, I felt a strange mix of emotions.We hadn’t been this close in a very long time. As he worked to save my life, I couldn’t help but wonder if he felt a certain satisfaction in that moment, a rekindling of something from our past. The intimacy of the situation, despite its urgency, brought back a flood of memories and complicated feelings.At that same time, Regis barges in, looking panicked.“Aria! Oh, thank God you’re alright. I got so scared!”Without giving me a chance to speak, Regis rushes to explain himself. His words tumble out in a mi
ARIA’S POVAfter I shouted at Adam and Regis, even Neal exited the room. I think I must have been too irritated and loud for them to handle, prompting them to leave me alone. But their behavior was too much. I can't believe they would argue like children in a hospital room.I expected more from Regis, at least. His composure and maturity usually set him apart, but today he was just as heated and impulsive as Adam. The scene left me feeling exasperated and disappointed. I needed peace and support, not bickering and drama.As the silence settles around me, I feel a mix of relief and exhaustion. Maybe now I can gather my thoughts and find some clarity amidst the chaos they've left behind. I ask myself where Tanya is. This kind of woman shouldn’t escape, because based on past experience, she'll surely try another stunt.I don't have the energy for all this drama anymore. Tanya's manipulative schemes have put me through enough, and I can’t afford to let her continue wreaking havoc in my li
ARIA’S POVI sigh, relieved that this episode is finally over. However, I have another issue now.“Neal, I don’t want to stay here. Can you take me home?”I ask, my voice weary but determined. Since I am alright now, there’s no use for me to sleep in the hospital when I can enjoy the comfort of my home and be with my family. The sterile environment of the hospital only reminds me of the ordeal I've been through, and I long for the warmth and familiarity of home.“I’ll make the arrangements right away.”“Thanks.”Neal kisses me on the forehead and hugs me tightly, his relief palpable, as he whispers, his voice filled with emotion."I'm so glad you're safe and sound."As we prepare to leave, I feel a sense of calm wash over me, ready to go home and leave this harrowing experience behind.As we exit the hospital and settle into the car, I find it strange that neither Adam nor Regis are around. Their absence feels oddly conspicuous, given the intensity of the events that just unfolded. A
ARIA’S POVAfter my conversation with Neal the previous night, I've been thinking a lot about him and Stella. I've always found them to be a great match. They are two of my favorite people, and I would do anything for them.The thought of them being together fills me with joy, and I hope their relationship blossoms into something beautiful.Neal requested me to discreetly find out what kind of dates and events Stella likes, without making her suspicious. I need to keep the conversation casual and natural.The next day, I meet up with Stella for coffee. As we chat, I steer the conversation toward fun activities and favorite outings. At first, I have to make it look like I am the one who will go on a date.“I’ve been thinking of going on a date or something.”“What?! Are you serious? With who?”Stella is very excited for me and her face glows.“What’s the most ideal date to you?”"Outdoor adventures, cozy dinners, hiking, parties, or a day at the beach or maybe something artsy or cultur
ARIA’S POVHelping Neal set everything up for Stella feels like a mission filled with purpose. As soon as he asks for my assistance, I throw myself into the planning with enthusiasm. We need a venue that’s both intimate and elegant, somewhere that will make Stella feel special and cherished.After a bit of searching and a few phone calls, we settle on a charming boutique hotel with a beautiful private dining room. The staff are more than happy to accommodate our request for a private party, promising to keep the real purpose a secret.The next few days are a whirlwind of preparations. Neal and I coordinate everything down to the smallest detail. We order roses—red, pink, and white—to decorate the room. I know Stella loves roses; they’re her favorite flower.The florist understands our vision perfectly, promising a breathtaking arrangement that will set the perfect romantic tone. Neal and I also choose delicate fairy lights to add a touch of magic to the setting, making the room glow s
ARIA’S POVOn the day of the event, I arrive early at the hotel to oversee the setup. The staff have done a fantastic job arranging the room. It looks stunning with the soft glow of candles and the floral arrangements we've chosen.Neal arrives shortly after, looking a mix of nervous and excited. He's dressed sharply for the occasion, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Together, we go over the final details.“Do you think she'll like it?”Neal asks, his voice filled with uncertainty and I assure him, squeezing his hand.“She'll love it.You've put so much thought into this. Stella will see how much you care.”Suddenly, Stella arrives at the venue, elegantly dressed. She believes she’s here for a casual get-together with me and some close friends, completely unaware that it’s a special date. Her presence lights up the room, and the surprise waiting for her is bound to make this night unforgettable. She’s accompanied by a gentleman who looks absolutely breathtaking.“Hey, Aria! Meet T
ARIA’S POVI'm grateful to Adam for saving my life, and that gratitude runs deep. When I offer him a lucrative business opportunity as thanks, he surprises me by declining, insisting instead on a painting.“What? A painting? By who?”I am stunned at his request. His reasoning? It seems Regis has been boasting about the painting I gifted him, igniting a subtle rivalry in Adam's mind.“By you… My uncle Regis can’t stop bragging about the one you made for him. So now I want one too.”“That’s insane, Adam.”“I don’t want anything else, except your artwork.”As much as I find Adam's competitive streak somewhat childish, there's a sense of obligation to fulfill his request. It's not just about painting; it's about meeting his expectations and perhaps soothing his ego. Frankly speaking, I’ve never seen Adam so adamant and bent on to compete with his uncle. It’s getting harder and harder day by day to handle both of them and I can’t believe that I’m still stuck with the Millers despite the di