ARIA’S POV“No, it’s okay. I can do it myself.”“But, I can help you. I am getting bored doing nothing.”Adam insists on helping me unpack, even though he’s barely strong enough to stand for long. I laugh and shoo him back to bed, where he reluctantly complies. His stubbornness is both endearing and frustrating, a reminder of the man I had once fallen in love with and the complexities that come with it.Connor shadows me as I settle in, his presence both a comfort and a constant reminder of the danger that still looms. I try to make the best of the situation, arranging my things and finding space in Adam’s home. It feels strange, like slipping into a life I once knew but that has changed in subtle, profound ways.Adam and I fall into a routine, navigating this new chapter together. There are moments of tension, of old wounds reopening, but also moments of connection, of rediscovering the bond that brought us together in the first place. The bodyguard remains ever-present, a silent sen
ARIA’S POVConnor’s presence is a barrier between Aria and me. His constant vigilance feels like a wall, impenetrable and unyielding. I understand the necessity of his presence, especially after everything that has happened, but it’s frustratingly restrictive. I try to find ways to connect with Aria without any third party involved, but it’s impossible to have a bodyguard around us 24/7. Each time I attempt to speak with her, to share a moment of intimacy or genuine conversation, Connor’s shadow looms, a silent reminder of the ever-present danger and the barriers between us.I know that Connor will report every single matter to Dave Wilson. The thought of my every move being scrutinized and reported back is suffocating. If Dave Wilson gets to know that I am doing my best to get Aria back, he might oppose. The gratitude in his eyes for saving his daughter is unmistakable, but it doesn’t erase the skepticism and lack of trust he still holds toward me.I can see it in the way he watches
ARIA’S POVAdam has been trying to connect with me ever since I stepped into his house. His attempts are relentless, each gesture and glance heavy with unspoken desires. I can see the hope flickering in his eyes, the belief that there is a chance for us to be together again—or to start anew. But I am here only until he fully recovers and can return to work. I remind myself of this constantly, even as the days stretch into weeks, and his recovery, although gradual, seems to take forever. Sometimes, I wonder if he is faking it, prolonging his convalescence just to keep me close.His frustration is apparent, especially with my father’s appointment of Connor as my bodyguard. Connor’s constant presence is a silent but powerful reminder of the dangers that still lurk and of my father’s unwavering protectiveness. I know Adam wishes he could be the one protecting me, a role he would have gladly taken on. I roll my eyes, exasperated by Adam's determination to win me back. His persistence is b
ADAM’S POVThe family dinner was surprisingly successful. At first, Aria's family was noticeably uncomfortable, their guarded expressions betraying their skepticism. The atmosphere was tense, each moment fraught with the unspoken history between us. But gradually, the tension began to dissipate. The conversation flowed more naturally, touching on business and light-hearted topics. They asked me about my well-being, their concern genuine yet tinged with wariness.Truthfully, I’m not entirely alright. The physical pain is bearable, but the frustration of being confined at home, while Connor hovers protectively over Aria, is almost too much to endure. Connor, with his commanding presence and chiseled features, exudes an air of confidence and strength that I find both impressive and intimidating. He is everything I once was and more—a paragon of protection and reliability.I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy whenever I see him with Aria and around her. His easy rapport with her, his
ADAM’S POVThe problem isn’t with the plan itself but with Connor’s constant presence. He shadows Aria everywhere, his vigilance making it almost impossible for me to spend any time alone with her. Connor’s distrust of me is evident, and it’s a barrier I can’t seem to break through.Enter Blake, my wingman. Blake, with his boundless energy and knack for the theatrical, assures me he can distract Connor. I’m in doubt, but desperate times call for desperate measures, so I decide to trust him.Blake’s plan is as unconventional as he is. He suggests staging a minor emergency at the house—a situation that requires Connor’s immediate attention. His idea is to create a distraction elaborate enough to lure Connor away but harmless enough not to cause real concern. I reluctantly agree, though I have my doubts.“Just trust me, boss!”“If I didn’t I wouldn’t have allowed you in.”The day of the plan, Blake arrives at the house wearing an outfit that screams eccentricity—a bright red suit with ma
ARIA’S POVI really can’t understand why there is a new person in Adam’s house with his assistant. God knows what kind of business he is getting himself involved in. After the accident, Adam seems to have changed a lot, and I can’t quite put my finger on it.Moreover, I’ve also noticed changes in myself—my attitude and anger towards him have decreased over time. I hope I’m not falling for him again, or perhaps his charm still has some effect on me. Despite my best efforts to remain unaffected, I sometimes catch myself softening in his presence.This new guy, Blake, irritates me to no end. He looks like one of those jesters appointed to entertain royals in the old days. If Shakespeare were alive, he’d probably write a sonnet about this guy. The name Blake doesn’t even suit him.Today, Blake he came, dressed up like a joker and had the audacity to pull Connor into the garden for some kind of emergency situation.“Aria, come with me.”“But, Adam—”I thought about going to the garden to s
ARIA’S POVI believe Blake is here as Adam’s wingman. He is doing his utmost best to patch things up between Adam and me. Now I get it. I am somewhat irritated when he comes to the living room one day, talking about Adam, praising him in every possible way. I am not buying it.Needless to say, Connor is around and listening to him. For the first time, I see Connor stepping in, telling Blake that his time with me is up. Connor’s stern expression and firm tone leave no room for argument.“Your time is up! You got to leave Miss alone, now.”“Time up, means?”“You’re not authorized to speak to Miss too frequently… You’re crossing your limits.”I believe Connor has discovered Blake’s game and now he is more alert. I just hope that Connor doesn’t report this to my father and brothers.While the situation is amusing, it’s equally frustrating. I have many things to handle and no mind to always be having Blake fooling around with us. I need to focus on more important matters, like ensuring the
ARIA’S POVFrom now on, I do my best to stay a bit away from Adam. Blake is out of the picture, and I believe Adam has realized by now that there is no use hiring or taking help from other men to try and win me. I may seem difficult, but my walls are still strong and high for him to jump. It’s the same wall he has built, but I have maintained it for him.I see that he is getting better and perhaps soon he will start going back to work, which is quite a relief. Then I could go back home. The thought of returning to my own space brings a sense of peace and anticipation. I miss the familiarity and the autonomy of my own surroundings.We haven’t had a proper conversation about the amount of time I’ll reside in his home and I shall do so only when he is completely on his feet. I am afraid if I bring this conversation up now, then he may fake his condition, for right now I believe Adam can go to any lengths to get me to stay in his house forever.Despite the distance I try to maintain, ther