"I want to break up with you." Those were the first words Nicolas spoke after not seeing Aria Williams for two weeks—the love of her life. The moment he uttered them, they cut through the air like a blade."What!? Are you serious? Why would you say something like that, Nicolas?" Aria cried, her voice trembling with disbelief. But he just stared back at her, his eyes cold and filled with anger."Don't touch me with your disgusting hands." He jerked away from her, refusing her touch. "I don't want to see your face ever again."Three hours earlier.Aria had been anxiously waiting for Nicolas to pick her up for their weekly date. They had been together for a year, inseparable from the day they met at her half-sister’s birthday party. Nicolas had been best friends with her sister, Natalie, long before their relationship began, and though it had made things difficult at times, they had always found a way to make it work.Carefully, she crept down the stairs of her home, trying not to draw at
Two hours passed before there was a knock at Aria's door. She wiped her tears, slowly walking over to open it. Standing on the other side was Natalie, wearing a smirk and holding a plate of food.“I was ready to break you two up, but it looks like I don't have to do anything. Nicolas already hates you and is done with your bullshit,” Natalie sneered, her voice dripping with malice. Aria stared at her, bewildered, still struggling to understand the situation.“You know what just happened downstairs?” Natalie asked with a cruel laugh. “Nicolas specifically asked not to call you for dinner because he couldn’t stand the thought of eating with you.” She laughed, the sound chilling as it echoed in Aria’s ears.Frustrated and heartbroken, Aria’s voice rose. “Why do you have to be so cruel? I’ve never done anything to you!”Natalie’s eyes narrowed with cold fury. “You being born was the worst mistake. You should never have come into our lives, and worse, you stole something that was mine from
Aria was stunned when Nico wrapped his hand around her throat and pushed her against the wall. His voice, once filled with love, was now laced with venom. “I didn’t end us, you did,” he hissed. “You couldn’t keep your legs closed. If all you wanted was someone to fuck, I would have done that. But you were going to Jackson, right? Let me do it instead. Why go somewhere else when I’m right here?”He shoved her roughly onto the bed and climbed on top of her, his once gentle kisses now aggressive as he forced his lips onto her neck. Aria struggled beneath him, her hands pinned above her head. “Nico, no! Stop! Why are you doing this? Let me go!” she screamed, tears streaming down her face.“Did you ask him to let you go while he was fucking you?” Nico growled, his hands roaming over her body despite her desperate pleas. “No, no, no, please stop!” she sobbed, trying with all her strength to push him off. Her voice cracked with fear and desperation, but suddenly, he froze. A flicker of someth
“Nicolas King and his ex, Ava Brown, were spotted together earlier today, walking hand in hand into a restaurant,” the reporter announced. Aria’s heart stopped as footage played on the screen. There was Nico, looking as handsome as ever in a navy blue suit, guiding Ava—his ex—into the restaurant with a hand on her back. Ava looked stunning and effortlessly elegant, her beauty enhanced by her simple black pants and white button-down.Bella gasped. “What the hell? How can he be with her after breaking up with you just last night?”Aria couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen. The reporter continued, “Sources say Nicolas and Ava have been in contact for months, and it seems like they are rekindling their relationship. Is the power couple back together? Only time will tell.”Aria felt like the ground had been pulled out from under her. Nico had never talked about Ava, but from what she’d gathered from his family and close friends, their breakup had devastated him. People had whispered
As if sensing eyes on him, Nicolas turned in Aria’s direction. His gaze was cold, devoid of any warmth or recognition. Aria’s heart clenched, but she couldn’t look away. She watched in silence as he made his way toward her father, completely ignoring her presence.The King family, along with Ava Brown’s family, followed closely behind Nicolas. Peter Williams, Aria’s father, greeted them warmly, while Aria stood on the sidelines, feeling like an outsider in her own world.Rachel, her stepmother, was quick to engage in conversation, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "How are you, Ava? You’ve been gone so long, but now you're back."Ava smiled politely, though her eyes gleamed with confidence. "I'm doing well, Mrs. Williams. It’s good to be back."Aria felt a pit form in her stomach as the conversation shifted toward her. Ava turned her gaze, scanning the crowd. "By the way, where’s your other daughter, Mr. Williams?" she asked innocently, though the question seemed to carry an und
Aria stood in the corner, her eyes locked on Nicolas, who was laughing and talking with Ava. She wanted nothing more than to leave, to escape the suffocating environment, but she couldn’t. If she left, there would be consequences. So she remained rooted in place, watching Nicolas with a mixture of pain and longing. Suddenly, Aria felt a presence next to her. When she glanced over, she noticed a man she didn’t recognize. “Hello, Aria, how are you?” he greeted her with a friendly smile.“Do I know you?” Aria asked, frowning at the stranger.“No, you don’t,” the man admitted, extending his hand, “but I know you.”Hesitant, Aria reluctantly shook his hand, her movements tense. As she did, she felt a fierce gaze upon her. Turning slightly, she saw Nicolas glaring at her with an intensity that made her stomach twist. Quickly, she withdrew her hand from the man’s grasp, unsettled by the cold, hard look on Nicolas’s face.“I’m Eric Johnson, by the way,” the man introduced himself with a che
A week after the anniversary party, Aria found herself in her office bathroom, trying to control her breathing after throwing up for the fourth time that morning. She leaned against the sink, her face pale and her hands trembling slightly. Concerned, her friend Bella knocked on the bathroom door.“Aria, are you okay in there?” Bella’s voice was laced with worry.Aria splashed cold water on her face before stepping out. Bella immediately approached, placing a hand on her forehead.“You’ve been like this for a week. You need to see a doctor, and I’m not taking no for an answer. You’re going today,” Bella insisted firmly.Aria sighed, realizing she could no longer ignore her symptoms. “I think you’re right. I need to go before my meeting with Mr. Lorenzo tomorrow. I can’t keep going like this.”Relieved that Aria had finally agreed, Bella nodded. “Good! Let’s go now, we’re not busy anyway.”They gathered their belongings, informed their manager, and headed to the hospital. In the waiting
Aria's head was spinning as the doctor gave her instructions about her pregnancy—what to eat, what to avoid, and the importance of prenatal vitamins. But she barely registered the words. The overwhelming reality of carrying twins consumed her thoughts. How could she possibly handle this? And worse, how could she do it alone, especially while living under her father’s roof?As she and Bella exited the hospital, Aria froze at the sight of Nicolas and Ava standing outside. She instinctively halted, her heart racing. Their conversation ceased the moment Nicolas spotted her, and Ava’s eyes immediately narrowed in disgust.“Well, look who it is. The cheating whore,” Ava sneered, crossing her arms as she stepped closer. The venom in her voice was palpable.Aria clenched her fists, glaring back at Ava. “You don’t know anything about me. I suggest you stay the hell out of my life.”Ava’s eyes widened with mock offense, her lips curling into a malicious smile. “Oh, you think you’re still in any
I tried to pick up the pregnancy report before anyone could see it. But before I could take it, Stella snatched it. She looked at the report with wide eyes and turned to Ava, who was still glaring at me. "Ava, look at this, " she said."Stella please, give it back." I pleaded as I tried to snatch it away from her. But before I could take to she gave it to Ava. Ava read the report carefully and turned her attention to me with so much hatred in her eyes that if looks could kill I would be dead. "You bitch, how dare you try to trap Nicolas with bastard children." She raised her hand and struck me hard. I gasped at the impact and held my throbbing cheek. They think I was trapping Nico with a bastard. The babies in my are the result of our love."Ava these babies are the fruits of Nico and I's love. How dare you insult them." I snapped as I placed a hand protectively over my belly. She smirked and walked up to me."And you think that Nicolas will believe you? Aria how naive are you?" Ava l
I just came back from my doctor's appointment I tried calling Nicolas so many times so he could accompany me but he never answered and the one time he answered he snapped at me telling me not to call him again. With a heavy heart and feeling lonely I completed my check-up.The doctor told me that I was fragile and that if don’t start taking care of myself then I might lose my babies. I wanted Nicolas there with me so I could have someone to lean on and share my worries with but I was all alone in the hospital. I cried the whole home thinking about my babies. As I stepped into the living room, the sound of laughter from Ava and her friends—Stella and Rose—echoed through the space. They were sitting comfortably, sipping wine and chatting as if they didn’t have a care in the world. The stark contrast between their lightheartedness and the heaviness in my chest made my throat tighten.I wiped away the tears that threatened to spill over, forcing myself to stay composed. I didn’t want to
The week flew by in a blur of heartache and frustration. Every attempt I made to speak with Nicolas, to tell him about the pregnancy, was met with cold indifference or outright dismissal. Each time I approached him, hoping to bridge the growing chasm between us, he shut me out, refusing to even look at me.Adding to the pain was Ava’s presence in the house. She was still living with us, her recovery progressing under Nico’s attentive care. Watching them together, seeing the way Nico doted on her, broke my heart into pieces. Every affectionate gesture, every shared smile, felt like a knife twisting in my chest.Ava didn’t miss a single opportunity to mock me, her words dripping with spite. She made it clear that she believed she was the only one who truly belonged by Nico’s side, and she took pleasure in reminding me of that every chance she got.At first, I tried to stand up for myself, to defend my place in Nico’s life and in this house. But after the second time Nico took her side,
It had been two long days since I last saw Nico, and during that time, he had spent every moment at the hospital with Ava. I tried calling and texting him, but each message went unanswered, leaving me to grapple with the silence and the growing fear that I was losing him completely.But now, as I walked into the living room and saw him standing there, talking to Shawn, a flicker of hope ignited in my chest. He was finally home.“Nico, you’re here,” I said, smiling as I approached him. But as soon as he turned to face me, I saw the familiar glower on his face. He looked at me with an expression so cold and detached that it made my heart sink, but I pushed the feeling aside, determined to reach him. “I missed you, Nico.”He didn’t respond
It was almost 11 at night, and I was still waiting for Nico to come home. The hours had dragged by, each minute adding to the knot of anxiety tightening in my chest. I had spent the evening preparing all his favorite dishes, hoping that tonight we could finally sit down and talk—really talk—about everything that had happened, about us.I had sent all the servants back to their quarters so that we could have some privacy. Everyone left except Shawn, who, as usual, stayed to wait for Nico, no matter how late it got. I didn’t have the heart to send him away, so I let him be, finding some comfort in knowing I wasn’t the only one waiting.With a sigh, I glanced at the clock again. Where are you, Nico? I drummed my fingers on the dining table, the unease gnawing at me. Just as I was about to lose hope, I heard the front door creak open. My hea
With two suitcases in hand, which I had packed as soon as I came home from the hospital this morning, I walked out of my room and made my way to the living room. My father, Peter, his wife, Rachel, and her daughter, Natalie, were sitting there, enjoying their morning coffee. As soon as they noticed me, my father lowered his newspaper, looking at me with a raised brow, suspicion, and curiosity mingling in his gaze."Where do you think you’re going?" he asked, his voice sharp and demanding. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I steeled myself for whatever would come next, knowing that what I was about to say would set off a storm.Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and spoke, "I’m moving in with Nicolas." The words came out steady, but inside, I was holding my breath, bracing myself for their reactions.
Nicolas’s eyes narrowed, the shock quickly replaced by a cold, calculating look. For a moment, he said nothing, his jaw clenched as he processed my demand. I could almost see the wheels turning in his mind as he weighed his options.Finally, he took a step back, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "You’re out of your mind, Aria," he muttered, his voice low and dangerous. "You think I’d marry you? After everything?"I held my ground, even though my heart was racing. "You don’t have a choice, Nico. If you want to save her, this is the only way. I know how much Ava means to you. So, what’s it going to be?"This was my one shot at escaping the hell my life had become, to seize back some control before it all spiraled completely out of my hands. And more than that, this was my ch
I took a deep, shaky breath and followed him, my heart pounding in my chest. "Nico, wait," I called out, quickening my pace to catch up to him. He didn't respond, his strides long and purposeful as we exited the station and headed toward his sleek black car parked outside.He opened the passenger door and looked at me expectantly, his expression hard and impatient. I offered him a tentative smile, clinging to the hope that this was his way of making amends, of believing in me after all. I settled into the seat, the leather cool beneath me as he closed the door and walked around to the driver's side."Thank you, Nico. I was so scared," I said softly once he was behind the wheel, my voice barely above a whisper. He remained silent, not even sparing me a glance as he started the engine and pulled away from the curb.As
I stood there, frozen in shock as the police officer approached me, his expression stern. "Ma’am, we have to take you into custody," he said, holding up the handcuffs. Panic surged through me, and I shook my head desperately."No! Please, believe me, I didn’t do anything," I sobbed, but my pleas fell on deaf ears as he turned me around and secured my hands behind my back with the cold metal cuffs. The reality of the situation was suffocating, and I felt utterly helpless.Just as the officer was about to lead me out, Nicolas stormed into the room, his face twisted with fury. My heart dropped when I saw the raw anger in his eyes. Without a moment's hesitation, he strode up to me and slapped me hard across the face. The force of the blow sent a shockwave of pain through my cheek, leaving it throbbing."How