ARIA’S POVAfter what felt like an eternity of tension and uncertainty, I finally met with Adam. The atmosphere between us was thick with unspoken emotions, but we both knew that this meeting wasn't about our personal grievances.“Thanks for seeing me, Adam.”“I’m here for you any time, Aria and you know it.”It was about something much larger—something that could destroy everything we had worked for if we didn't act quickly. We sat across from each other, not as former lovers or even friends, but as two individuals united by a common enemy.Adam wasted no time in getting straight to the point. He warned me about the Mitchells, his voice carrying the weight of experience and caution. His expression was grave as he explained that the Mitchells were relentless in their pursuit of vengeance, driven by the belief that we were responsible for Ethan's disappearance at sea.It was a belief so deeply ingrained in them that no amount of reasoning could sway them. They were convinced that we ha
ADAM’S POVWhen Aria calls me, it is as if the world pauses for a moment. The sound of her voice, though formal and distant, still carries the weight of all the emotions I have been suppressing. I can tell she is trying to keep things strictly business, but even so, I am overwhelmed.This is the first time we have spoken since everything fell apart, and it takes all my strength to keep my composure. She has figured out what is happening. The sudden and brutal drop in the stock market value isn’t just a random fluctuation—it is sabotage. Aria has always been sharp, and I am not surprised she has connected the dots.“I have to come because matters are getting worse.”We arrange to meet at my office, and the atmosphere is painfully formal when she arrives. Her posture is stiff, her words carefully measured. She thanks me for “accepting to meet her,” as if we are nothing more than business associates.The barrier between us is evident; a thick and impenetrable wall that keeps any semblanc
ADAM’S POVWhen I receive the latest update about the Mitchells' plans, a cold wave of anger surges through me. They are digging deeper, trying to unearth any piece of dirt they can find on Aria. Their goal is clear; to destroy her reputation, drag her name through the mud, and make her life unbearable.This isn't just about business anymore; it's personal, a vindictive attempt to break her spirit and leave her with nothing.The news is disturbing. They plan to paint Aria as a gold digger, someone who has manipulated her way from nothing to becoming a billionaire. According to their twisted narrative, she has used men as stepping stones to climb the ladder of success, deceiving and discarding them once they have served their purpose. The thought of Aria being portrayed this way, of her hard work and integrity being twisted into something so vile, fills me with rage.But that isn’t the worst of it. The Mitchells are also looking into her relationship with Ethan, insinuating that she ha
ARIA’S POVAfter what Adam tells me, I keep reflecting on it. The Mitchells are blaming me for Ethan's loss. Perhaps they’re right. I shouldn’t have gone to Hawaii with him. I should have gone alone, and no one would have gotten hurt. The weight of guilt presses on me, and I can’t shake the feeling that I made the wrong decisions.Suddenly, my phone rings. It’s Adam calling again. This time, I think I should pick it up. However, to my astonishment, it’s not Adam on the line but someone else. A bartender.“Miss… Can you come over as soon as possible?”He claims that Adam is at the bar, completely drunk. Since they had no one else to call and found my number in his favorite contact list, they called me.“He’s muttering ‘Aria’ a lot and can’t even stand on his feet.”The bartender’s voice is filled with concern as he describes Adam's state. He’s in a really dilapidated condition, barely able to stand. The news hits me hard, and I can’t ignore it.“Thanks for calling me. I’ll be there soo
ARIA’S POVAdam pulls me into his arms, his grip tight yet tender, filled with a yearning that mirrors my own. The sudden closeness stirs something deep within me, awakening emotions I’ve been trying so hard to suppress. They rush to the surface, overwhelming me. His breath, warm and slightly unsteady, brushes against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.“I need you, Aria… I love you.”Adam mutters, his voice laced with a raw vulnerability that tugs at my heartstrings. Hearing those words from him, words that I have longed to hear and feared in equal measure, I realize just how much I’ve missed him—missed his touch, his presence, the way he always made me feel safe and cherished.I look into his eyes, those familiar eyes that have seen me through so much, and the walls I’ve built around myself begin to crumble. Despite everything that has happened, despite the chaos and the pain that have surrounded us, here in this moment, it’s just the two of us. Nothing else matters.I lean in,
ARIA’S POVWaking up to the soft light of morning, I feel a rare sense of peace. The tension from the past few days has eased, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I’m happy. As I stretch lazily, something catches my eye—a folded piece of paper on the nightstand. A note, from Adam.Intrigued, I reach for it, my mind racing with thoughts of what it could say. Maybe it’s a sweet message or a casual reminder. But as I unfold the paper and read the words, my heart skips a beat."You need not worry, my love. I’m meeting the Mitchells and telling them that I’m the only culprit in their son’s loss at sea. I want them to leave you alone… I’ll be back soon."A wave of shock floods through me. I reread the note, trying to process what Adam is saying. He’s planning to meet the Mitchells, to confess to something he didn’t do, just to protect me. The enormity of it hits me all at once—he’s willing to risk everything, his own safety, his reputation, our future, all to shield me from t
ARIA’S POVAs soon as I reach the parking lot, I spot Adam stepping out of his car, his eyes fixed on the imposing entrance of the Mitchells’ house. He looks determined, but there’s a storm brewing behind his expression. Before he can make his way inside, I shout his name, desperate to stop him before he makes a move he’ll regret. I call out, my voice echoing through the otherwise quiet lot.“Adam, stop!”He halts in his tracks and turns, clearly taken aback to see me. His brow furrows, his lips pressed into a thin line, as if trying to figure out why I’m here. There is tension between us, but I know this isn’t about us—this is about something much bigger.He asks me what I am doing here, his tone laced with frustration.“I need to deal with them, Aria. This has gone too far.”I step closer, my heart pounding in my chest.“Adam, this is a mistake. You can’t just storm in there like this.”I explain to him that he is letting his emotions driving him, and it’s only going to make things
ARIA’S POVAfter hearing what Adam has told me about the Mitchells’ plans, I find myself reflecting on the weight of it all. They are determined to ruin my reputation, twisting every aspect of my past and manipulating it into something ugly.Allegations of using men to climb the corporate ladder, false accusations about my relationship with Ethan—all of it designed to tarnish my name. The thought of them going so far as to link me to the crash that perhaps took Ethan’s life is both disturbing and absurd. They are pushing for a police investigation, questioning how I survived while others didn’t, and insinuating that there is something more sinister at play.Despite the gravity of the situation, I remain oddly calm. I’ve seen this before. Throughout my career, people have always tried to tear me down, scrutinizing my every move, twisting the truth to suit their narratives. This attack from the Mitchells, while vicious and calculated, feels familiar in a way. I’ve dealt with similar blo