ARIA’S POVTony tries to impress me with a series of extravagant dates, each one more lavish than the last. He takes me to the finest restaurants, where we dine on gourmet dishes prepared by renowned chefs. He arranges for private concerts, hiring famous musicians to serenade us under the stars. He even takes me on a spontaneous trip on helicopter rides and I think it’s kind of funny; all the money he has extorted from rich ladies has to be lavished solely on me now.He thinks that these grand gestures and displays of wealth will sweep me off my feet, but I am not impressed. I've seen through his façade, and every attempt he makes to seduce me only strengthens my resolve. Still, I keep the act going, pretending to be charmed and flattered by his efforts. I smile and laugh at his jokes, feigning admiration for his supposed generosity.Tony believes that I am letting my guard down, that his plan is working perfectly. He sees my feigned affection as a sign of victory, thinking he is gett
TONY’S POVMy thoughts race with frustration and confusion. Aria seems genuinely touched by my grand gestures, but she still resists any intimacy. It's maddening. I’ve pulled out all the stops, yet she remains distant, her warmth never crossing the threshold into desire. What am I missing? Why isn’t she falling for me completely?I call Harry, desperate for advice. He suggests a bold, almost reckless move; drugs.“Harry, isn’t that too much?”“She is delaying our plan, so we have no other options.”Furthermore, Harry suggests that we give Aria something to lower her inhibitions, then seize the moment to propose once we've crossed that intimate barrier. It’s a risky plan, but the idea takes root in my mind. I just need to secure the right substance.Harry and I rack our brains for a source. Neither of us has connections in that shadowy world. Then, a thought strikes me—Tommy. He’s the one who made my previous scandals disappear. If he could handle that, surely he can handle this. I rea
ADAM’S POVI am so upset that Aria continues to date Tony. Every time I think about it, a knot tightens in my stomach. My frustration and helplessness gnaw at me constantly, leaving me restless and agitated. My friend George, sensing my turmoil, invites me to a bar. He knows I need a distraction, something to take my mind off Aria and Tony. I reluctantly agree, hoping the noise and bustle of the bar might offer some temporary relief from my thoughts.Fortunately, the bar isn't too crowded. It's a cozy place with dim lighting and a warm ambiance. Soft jazz music plays in the background, creating a relaxing atmosphere. The wooden tables and leather booths give it a rustic charm, and the bar itself is lined with an impressive array of bottles. A few patrons are scattered around, engaged in quiet conversations, which makes it easy to find a comfortable spot to sit and unwind.As I sit nursing my drink, trying to lose myself in the dim lights and music, I spot Aria and Tony across the room
ARIA’S POVI am fuming with irritation as Adam disrupts my plan. My pulse quickens, and my mind races as I try to process the sudden chaos unfolding before me. Tony's face twists into a mask of panic, his eyes darting between Adam and me."What is he doing here?" he asks, his voice trembling.“Adam! What do you think you are doing?”Adam, calm and resolute, stands his ground."I saw Tony drugging your drink, Aria."The accusation hangs heavy in the air, and I can feel the eyes of the bar patrons turning towards us, curious and judgemental. Adam's voice is unwavering as he continues."I'm going to the hospital to test my blood for roofies, and then I'm calling the police."My heart skips a beat. I can't let Adam derail everything I've meticulously planned. Despite my anger and frustration, I force myself to stay composed. I turn to Adam, my expression earnest."Adam, you don't need to call the police."I explain to Adam that since no one is hurt, we can handle this without involving th
ARIA’S POVI know after this incident Tony wouldn’t dare try anything again. And indeed, Tony keeps a low profile for a while, which nearly makes me lose my patience. The waiting gnaws at me, consuming my thoughts and emotions.I need to see him make a move so I can set my plan in motion. Each day that passes without him making any overt attempts feels like an eternity, and I can feel my grip on the situation slipping.The anticipation is unbearable, filling me with a mix of frustration, anxiety, and desperation. The tension builds with every hour of inaction, leaving me on edge and increasingly desperate to regain control. The uncertainty is maddening, and I am constantly battling the fear that I may never get the chance to expose him.Ultimately, Tony invites me to dinner, and despite my reservations, I agree. It's crucial to maintain a façade of normalcy and composure, especially in light of Adam's recent actions. I need Tony to remain unsuspecting while I carefully strategize my n
ARIA’S POVTony takes me to the proposal venue, a breathtakingly beautiful garden illuminated by twinkling fairy lights. The pathway is lined with rose petals, leading to a gazebo adorned with lush flowers in full bloom.The soft glow from lanterns hanging from the trees casts a romantic ambiance, and a small fountain nearby adds the soothing sound of trickling water. Hidden among the foliage, I spot the strategically placed cameras, their lenses glinting in the low light. The setting is picturesque, almost surreal, designed to be the perfect backdrop for a grand romantic gesture.The hidden cameras strategically placed around us, confirming my suspicion that Tony is live broadcasting this event. A quick check of his Instagram confirms it; he’s posted, “I’m proposing to Aria!”The realization that our private moment is being exploited for public attention fuels my anger, but I maintain my composure, determined to see this through and execute my plan.I smile inwardly, sending a quick
ARIA’S POVTony's face pales as he realizes the gravity of the situation. He must have assumed I was angry about Mrs. Katarina's sudden appearance, and now he scrambles to explain himself. His words tumble out in a desperate attempt to assure me that there's nothing between him and the widow, that her appearance was unexpected and unwelcome. But I cut through his stammering with a calm assertion."I invited her here."The tension in the room is palpable, heightened by the live broadcast streaming to countless viewers. Tony, usually composed and confident, now appears flustered, his eyes darting between me and the camera. I hold up my phone, scrolling through the incriminating messages. Each swipe brings forth another piece of evidence, another damning revelation of his intentions."You tried to pressure me into marriage by doing all of this."I continue, my voice steady but laced with accusation, then telling him that I was one step ahead of him. I display a text where I ask Tommy to
ADAM’S POVAs the soft glow of the screen illuminates my face, I sit alone in my living room, replaying the video from that fateful evening. The viral live feed captures everything; the glittering lights, Tony, an old lady and Aria. My heart tightens as I watch her, every movement exuding a confidence and strength that I hadn't fully appreciated before. She moves gracefully, her eyes scanning the room with a sharp, calculating gaze. It's in these moments, frozen in time, that I realize just how capable she is of protecting herself. There's a sense of pride that wells up inside me, mingled with an almost painful admiration. Aria doesn't need anyone to shield her from the dangers of the world; she’s more than equipped to handle them on her own. And yet, the thought of her being put in such a position in the first place stirs a protective instinct within me. I can’t help but feel relieved that Tony never had the chance to scam her, that his schemes were thwarted before they could cause