ARIA’S POVAs I sit back in my office and replay the last conversation I had with Adam when Tony was sentenced, I feel a wave of emotions crashing over me. Adam had tried to catch me at the courthouse steps, and the memory of that moment stirs a complex mix of feelings within me.“Aria.”“Yes?”“We need to talk.”“About?”“Us.”My thoughts drift to what Stella mentioned the other day. She had overheard Adam telling his mother that he didn’t want me back. It stung to hear that, a sharp reminder of our past and the painful end of our relationship. So why does he want to speak to me now over a cup of coffee? What game is he playing?The pieces of this puzzling situation fall into place, and the conclusion I reach is disheartening. Adam knows I'm the richest woman in the country now, a revelation that has undoubtedly changed his perspective. Is he reaching out for financial or business reasons? Maybe he fears I hold a grudge and wants to smooth things over for his own benefit.I sit back,
ARIA’S POVThe shift in how people treated me was palpable. Almost overnight, I went from being just another face in the crowd to someone who commanded attention and respect—or at least the appearance of it. It was astonishing and, frankly, a little disconcerting. The same individuals who had once looked down on me, questioned my abilities, or outright dismissed me were now flocking to me, eager to curry favor with someone they now perceived as powerful.Walking through the corridors of my father’s company, Wilson Paragon, was a surreal experience. People who had once sneered or ignored me were now all smiles and politeness. Their sudden change in behavior was so transparent, and while it was flattering in a way, it also felt disingenuous. The whispers of "she's here because of her father" echoed around me, similar to the skepticism I had faced when I first arrived at Neal’s company. Back then, they had assumed I was there because of a romantic relationship, not because of my capabili
ARIA’S POVOne evening, as I walk through the bustling office, I overhear a conversation between two employees. They are discussing a project I have led, praising the innovative solutions I have implemented. It is a small moment, but it fills me with immense pride. Slowly but surely, I am earning their respect.My father’s pride in me is a constant source of motivation. His belief in my abilities has never wavered, and it pushes me to strive for excellence every day.The journey is far from over, but with each step, I feel more confident in my abilities and my place within Wilson Paragon. The respect I am earning is hard-won and deeply valued, a proof of my resilience and determination.I throw myself into work, letting the familiar rush of deadlines and meetings distract me from the swirling emotions underneath. It’s hectic, but the routine offers a comforting escape—until Stella suggests rock climbing. At first, the idea feels like an interruption, a disruption to my carefully contr
ARIA’S POVAs Adam and I navigate through the bustling corridors of Neal’s company, our focus on the joint project at hand, murmurs of a new opportunity ripple through the office. It’s a project shrouded in exclusivity, whispered invitations extended to a select few—Adam among them. I catch wind of this development just as the day’s tasks begin to settle into a rhythm, the promise of a new challenge beckoning from the periphery.The realization hits me with a pang of disappointment. This project isn’t just another assignment; it’s a chance to showcase my capabilities, to carve out a niche beyond the shadows of past perceptions. Yet, my name isn’t on the coveted list. It’s a setback that weighs heavily, a reminder of the uphill climb in proving my worth in a competitive arena.“After working so much to bring our companies to the next level, I’ve not gotten any invite!”Adam, sensing my quiet turmoil, offers a lifeline with a casualness that pricks at my pride. But what he suggests shoc
ADAM’S POVAfter the dinner with Aria yesterday, the realization hits me hard—she’s difficult to impress and even harder to win back. Despite this, I find myself resolute, unwilling to give up on my ex-wife. I have never needed to pursue anyone before, and the concept is foreign and daunting. Seeking guidance, I turn to my assistant, hoping for some insight on how to navigate this unfamiliar territory.“Women love small gestures of love and care.”My assistant, ever efficient, listens patiently to my dilemma. He offers practical advice—small gestures, thoughtful gifts, and genuine expressions of care. It’s a start, but I know it will take more than material tokens to win back Aria’s trust and affection. In an attempt to understand her better, I approach the butler, hoping he might shed some light on Aria’s preferences and interests.“No one has ever treated Miss Aria the way she deserved. Such a shame.”The butler’s response is sobering. Aria rarely receives anything from the househol
ARIA’S POVReturning to the rock climbing spot feels like a breath of fresh air. This time, Adam is nowhere in sight, and I can fully immerse myself in the climb. The last time he appeared before us, I knew maybe he would have thought that now I was dating Ethan and stuff like that would come to his mind.“Hi, Aria.”“Adam?”“I didn’t know you were here. I just saw you and thought I would come to say hi.”First of all, I was shocked to see him. I had no idea how he landed here, while I do know that he also had.s an interest in rock climbing. When I was in love with him, I had wished we could go together, but the barrier between us was too thick.Thankfully, we had just greeted each other and chatted over the thrill of the experience and nothing else. Then Adam had left.Today, the rugged terrain, the challenge of each ascent, and the exhilaration of reaching new heights consume me. Ethan is by my side, his presence comforting and encouraging. Without the awkwardness of Adam’s unexpect
ARIA’S POVBack at the company, the days are filled with a tension. I’ve been tirelessly working to secure an invitation for the upcoming high-profile work event which Adam has gotten. It’s a crucial opportunity, one that could solidify my standing and prove my worth beyond the shadow of my father’s influence. However, every avenue I pursue seems to hit a dead end.It is my first project at the Wilson Paragon and I just don’t want to lose it. The news of some other companies secured a place reached us and frankly, it’s a shame we didn’t.I’ve tried everything—networking with colleagues, reaching out to connections, and even attempting to contact the event host directly. But this event is shrouded in secrecy, its exclusivity frustratingly impenetrable. Each unanswered call and ignored message heightens my desperation. I know I need this event to prove myself, to show that I am not just riding on my father’s coattails.Despite the mounting frustration, I throw myself into preparation. I
ARIA’S POVUltimately, I decide against calling Adam or pleading for his assistance to gain entry to The Venture Vista business party as his plus-one. The last thing I want is for Adam to think I am using him as a stepping stone for my success at Wilson Paragon.There's always the risk that, one day, he might accuse me of exploiting our connection or demand repayment in ways I find unacceptable. I've carefully weighed all the pros and cons before arriving at this decision. The potential complications and future repercussions simply aren't worth it. This way, I can maintain my integrity and pursue my goals on my own terms.With heavy thoughts weighing on my mind, I decide to go climbing again, hoping to find some solace amidst the rugged terrain. The physical exertion and the focus required to climb often help clear my head, but today my mind is a whirlwind of anxiety and uncertainty. The looming decision about whether to ask Adam for help is gnawing at me, and I can’t seem to shake it