ARIA’S POVI gather my dad, brothers, and Adam for a meeting, knowing that we need to unite now more than ever. Dad's expression is stern, his frustration barely concealed. Neal and Nathan sit with arms crossed, eyes flashing with anger, but I can tell there’s also fear and confusion mixed in.They’ve been hit hard by the crash, by the chaos that’s followed, and now, by the constant attacks from the Mitchells. It’s not just the business they’re worried about—it’s everything we’ve worked for, everything we’ve built. But more than that, it’s the personal toll the Mitchells' accusations have taken on us all.Adam sits beside me, his face calm but weary. I can feel the weight of the last few days pressing on him as much as it has on me. My family still hates him.“We all are. But the past is the past, and we need to put it aside.I glance at Adam, acknowledging his efforts.“Adam has been working from his side to help us, and I think we all know how crucial it is that we stay united.”He’
ARIA’S POVStaying at my dad’s place feels like the right decision, even though part of me longs to return to Adam. The complications between us, though smoothed over for the moment, seem to demand some space. Adam understands why I’ve decided to stay here, and while he’s been incredibly supportive, it still feels strange not being with him. Maybe it’s for the best—being back at the family home brings a kind of comfort I didn’t realize I needed.Nathan and Neal are hard at work trying to find out more about Connor, my missing bodyguard. The whole situation with him baffles me. He was with me during the crash, and now he’s disappeared without a trace.“I can’t believe Connor was this much low-key.”“Yeah, Neal and we also never tried to find out more about him.”“No family members have even approached us.”It’s like he vanished into thin air. Still, I can’t shake the feeling that we owe something to Connor’s family, if they exist. But, if I ever find them, we will compensate them for t
ADAM’S POVJust when I thought we could finally breathe and get some distance from the chaos, everything takes a turn for the worse. This morning, I wake up to headlines that completely blow my mind: "Aria Wilson and Adam Miller Responsible for Bodyguard and Ethan Mitchell's Death in Hawaii Crash."My stomach twists as I scroll through the news article, each line more ridiculous and infuriating than the last. They’ve spun a story so convoluted and vile that it reads like some sort of twisted fiction, a desperate attempt to bring us down.The article goes into detail about an alleged affair between Aria and Ethan. There are photographs—photos of them rock climbing, sitting in a car together, eating at restaurants, and laughing at bars. To anyone who doesn’t know the truth, it would look like a romantic relationship. The way they’ve framed these moments is sickening, twisting innocent interactions into something malicious.It doesn’t stop there. My name is dragged into the mess, labeled
ARIA’S POVAs I scroll through the article, my eyes take in every word, but I don’t feel shocked. I had expected something like this—a vicious attack aimed at discrediting me and dragging Adam through the mud. The Mitchells are determined to make us the scapegoats for Ethan’s death, and they’ve done everything in their power to ensure the media runs with that narrative. But I know the truth, and more importantly, I know that there’s no actual evidence linking us to the crash. That knowledge alone gives me a sense of calm, a certainty that we can weather this storm.Still, the situation is messy. Adam and my family are probably in a state of panic right now, and I can already imagine the whirlwind of calls and meetings that are about to take place. I know they’ll be worried about me, about the fallout from this article, but I’m not going to lose my head over it. If anything, this strengthens my resolve to push back against the Mitchells and whoever else might be behind this smear campa
ARIA’S POVI’m overwhelmed by guilt as I sit here, thinking about Ethan. Ever since I regained my memory, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him, the way he tried to comfort me during the crash, his calm words, his strength. He didn’t deserve this—none of them did. I miss him so much, and the thought that he might still be out there, somewhere, torments me. I can’t give up on the search, not now, not ever. Ethan was more than a friend; he was there when I needed him most, and now it’s my turn to be there for him.“Ethan… Where are you, buddy?”And Connor… he was more than just a bodyguard to me. He was reliable, protective, always looking out for me. I trusted him with my life, and now he’s gone, too. I keep replaying those final moments on the jet, wishing I had made a different choice. Maybe if I hadn’t gone with them to Hawaii, none of this would have happened. Maybe they would still be alive. The guilt weighs heavily on me, crushing my chest with every breath.“It’s my fau
ARIA’S POVWhen I arrive at Adam’s house, I’m greeted by the soft glow of candles and the warm, intimate ambiance of a perfectly set dinner table. I pause, staring at the scene, my mind racing. A candlelit dinner? Adam called me for a date? I had been under the impression this was a crisis meeting—a chance for us to get on the same page after everything that has happened.The articles, the accusations, the chaos swirling around us—this is not the time for romance. I had reassured Adam and my family earlier, telling them not to worry about our image or the baseless claims linking us to the crash. With no real proof, I wanted everyone to relax, to let the noise pass without feeding into it. But this—Adam’s too-relaxed demeanor, despite the storm we’re still in—feels like too much.I’m caught between frustration and disbelief as I walk further into the room. Adam’s there, looking calm and collected, ready for what seems to be a romantic evening. I’m not sure how he thinks this is the rig
ADAM’S POV“I’m not here to get fucked, Adam!”I can’t believe I misread the situation so badly. The sour look on Aria's face, the frustration in her voice—it’s all my fault. I thought that in the middle of this storm we’re caught in, maybe we could steal a moment for ourselves, reconnect over a candlelit dinner.But she took it completely differently. She thought I wanted to have sex tonight, as if that was the reason I called her urgently to my place. It wasn’t about that at all. I just wanted to find a way to make her feel a little lighter, to give us both a break from the madness swirling around us. However now, seeing her reaction, I realize I’ve made things worse.To make matters worse, she thought I called her here to discuss Ethan Mitchell and Connor. She has been so focused on finding closure about Ethan, desperate to know what happened to him. I get that. I really do. I want answers too—I'm tired of being painted as the villain in this twisted narrative.We’re battling so ma
ARIA’S POVI came here expecting a discussion, nothing more.“Adam, I’m leaving now.”“Let’s have a quick bite and then you leave, please.”His voice is hesitant at first, then determined, as if he’s been holding back all these thoughts for too long. He blurts out what has been weighing on his heart, and it catches me off guard. He reminds me of the island, of what we shared before the pirates showed up, and the way things felt between us back then. It was just the two of us in that moment—no chaos, no external pressure, no past to haunt us. It was raw, it was real, and we were so close to something... different. Adam asks, his voice low but steady.“If you hadn’t lost your memory... if none of that had happened, do you think things would have turned out differently?”His question hangs in the air, and I don’t answer right away. Of course, I’ve thought about it before. Those moments on the island felt like a new beginning, a chance for us to reconnect, maybe even rekindle something th