ARIA'S POVBy the time I finally got home, I was completely drained. Every step from the car to the door felt like I was dragging a thousand pounds behind me.My mind was still spinning from the chaos of the banquet, but I didn’t want to think about any of it. Not Agatha, not Dante, and definitely not Finn.All I wanted was to collapse into bed and forget this nightmare of an evening.But the moment I opened the door and stepped into the quiet of the mansion, I saw Adam.He was leaning against the kitchen counter with that signature smirk, like he had been waiting all night just to get under my skin.The second he saw me, his grin widened. I could already see the taunt forming in his head.“Well, well, well,” he drawled, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Look who’s home. If it isn't the belle of the ball herself. I hear you caused quite a stir tonight.”I held up my hand to silence him. "Not now, Adam. I've had a hell of a night and I just want to…”“Is it true your ex-mother-in-law faint
ARIA'S POVI didn’t answer Adam. I couldn’t. Instead, I hurried up the rest of the stairs, leaving his voice echoing behind me like some taunting reminder of all the choices I didn’t want to face.As I entered my bedroom and closed the door behind me, I leaned back against it, pressing my palms flat against the cool wood.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out everything—Adam’s laughter, his teasing words, the way he had tossed Finn and Dante into the same sentence as if choosing between them was something I could do with a snap of my fingers.Who was I going to choose?The question seemed to follow me, like a whisper I couldn’t shake, a burden I wasn’t ready to carry.But what if it did come down to that? What if I really had to choose? Dante, who had been a part of my life for so long, or Finn, who was suddenly there in a way I hadn’t expected, stirring up feelings I wasn’t sure how to handle?I moved towards the bed and collapsed into the soft mattress, feeling the exhaustion
LINDA'S POVI stood in the hallway, my arms crossed, eyes narrowed as I watched Finn pacing with his phone pressed to his ear. He was too engrossed in whatever pathetic conversation he was having to notice me. But I knew who he was talking to.Aria.That bitch.The rage simmered in my chest, coiling tighter with each second he spoke to her, his voice soft, his expression… worried. Anxious, even.Finn, who was always so easygoing, was now suddenly so serious over someone like her, and I couldn’t stand it.I stepped closer, the heels of my shoes clicking loudly against the tile floor. I wanted him to hear me. I wanted to interrupt his little moment of affection.“Finn!” I snapped, my voice sharp enough to cut through the air.He froze mid-sentence, his eyes darting to me, and for a second, he looked like a deer caught in headlights.Good. Let him feel uncomfortable. Let him realize what a fool he’s being, doting on that… thing.“Who the hell are you talking to?” I asked, my voice rising
ARIA'S POVI didn’t want to be here.The moment I stepped out of the car and set foot on the steps of the banquet hall, my stomach twisted into a knot so tight I thought I might be sick.The whole place was lit up like something out of a fairy tale—golden lights twinkling in the trees, the soft murmur of laughter and conversation floating in the air.It should have been beautiful. Magical, even. But all I could feel was the pressure of a hundred eyes that would be on me the moment I walked through those doors.“Aria, you’re overthinking this,” Adam had told me before I left, his voice patient but firm, like he was talking to a child. “You won't be able to hide forever. At some point, they’re going to have to know who you are. And tonight is as good a time as any to make an impression.”“I don't want to make an impression, Adam,” I had argued, standing in front of the mirror, my dress half-zipped. “You’re the Alpha. You’re the one who is supposed to handle things like this.”He had si
ARIA'S POVI blinked, surprised. I hadn’t expected Dante to defend me, not after everything that had happened between us. But there he was, standing up to Linda, his voice laced with frustration.I wanted to say something, to tell him it wasn’t worth it, but I couldn't find the words. My throat suddenly felt tight, like someone had clenched a fist around it.Linda, though, didn’t back down. If anything, her grip on his sleeve tightened. I watched as Dante tried to discreetly pull away, not wanting to cause a scene, but she wasn’t letting go. Her nails were practically digging into the fabric, her possessiveness obvious.“How could Aria possibly be qualified to attend this kind of banquet?” Linda sneered, her voice filled with hate. “I just know she must be here as Adam’s mistress. Doesn’t she have any shame?”The words hit me like a slap, sudden and stinging. My breath caught in my chest, the humiliation overwhelming me. I could feel the eyes of the room now, the whispers that might a
ARIA'S POVI turned and glared at the old fool, my pulse hammering in my ears.A girl like me?The nerve of this man, thinking he could speak to me like that.I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing myself to keep my voice steady, but I wasn’t about to let him intimidate me.“And what will you do if I do?” I shot back. I could feel the weight of his stare, the way he was looking at me like I was something to be conquered.His smile widened, a sick, predatory grin that made my skin crawl. “You really don’t want to find out, honey.”I quickly realized where this was heading, and fear began to rise inside me.This wasn’t just an overconfident man trying to make a pass at me—this was something darker, something far more dangerous. I needed to get away from him, and fast.I took a step back, my heart racing, glancing around the room for an exit, for someone I knew, but the crowd felt distant, like I was trapped in a bubble with him.“Listen,” I said, keeping my voice low, trying to keep t
DANTE'S POVI walked back into the banquet hall, the loud hum of voices and clinking glasses filling the air, but none of it reached me.My mind was still reeling from earlier, from Linda’s stupid remark about Aria being Adam Griffith’s mistress.I had brushed it off at the time, not wanting to show her that she had gotten to me, but now, as I glanced around the room and spotted Aria, that anger flared up again.She was standing near the bar, talking to some old man. At first, I didn’t think much of it. Aria could handle herself—she always had. But as I turned to look away, something about their interaction made me feel… suspicious. The way she held herself, stiff and guarded, her lips pulled into that tight, polite smile she wore when she was uncomfortable.And then Linda’s voice echoed in my head again: Mistress… Griffith’s mistress.The thought made my blood boil. Heck! I felt jealous.The idea of her with anyone else, whether it be Adam or Finn, twisted something inside me I didn’
DANTE'S POVThe old man swallowed nervously, shaking his head. “No, Alpha Dante, I… I didn’t mean any harm. If I had known…”I just stared at him, not sure what to do anymore because I was tired—tired of this night, tired of the lingering tension that had been simmering since the moment Aria walked in. I just wanted this night to end.It was the same old story, a pathetic excuse. The old man was drunk on his own arrogance, now terrified because he realized he had crossed the line. It would be easy to deal with him, to make him leave and forget this whole thing."Fine," I said, my tone flat. "Just go. You've caused more than enough trouble.”But Finn wasn’t ready to let it go. He was vibrating with anger, his eyes locked on the man. His voice came out sharp, cutting through the hum of the room.“He insulted Aria. You don’t just walk away from that.”I could see the rage boiling in Finn, the same sense of protectiveness that had sparked the fight in the first place. His loyalty to Aria