|Aria's POV|“Ughhhh… I can't believe him.”“He doesn't mix business with pleasure.”“I'm marrying her, and that's final?”These men have lost it. They're clearly out of their senses—assuming they had any to begin with.“Aria, calm down. You're letting these people stress you more than they should. You have your own things to look after.”“Bri, you weren't there. That old bastard threatened my kids and said he doesn't give a damn if Penny goes missing.” I reported.“I understand you, and I know how much you care for her. But don’t you think she wouldn’t approve of the stress you're going through now because of something you can both change?”“I thoug—”A sudden knock on the door interrupted me. I exchanged a glance with Brianna, suspicion creeping into my mind.“Are we expecting anyone?” I asked, my gaze locked on the door.Could it be the same person who dropped that letter last week?Without thinking, I strode to the door and yanked it open. My breath hitched when I saw Penny standi
|Ace’s POV|My chair squeaked as I turned it around, my focus shifting from planning my office layout change to Harper, who had just barged in. At first, I assumed it was one of his usual visits, but the way he paced, chewing on his lip, told me otherwise.Then he spoke.I regretted asking what was wrong because this was not the kind of news I expected.“What?!” I yelled, disbelief washing over me.My head tilted slightly, and a smirk tugged at my lips. “She’s marrying Richard Banks? Damn, that’s a bold move.”“But hey, she’s marrying rich. I guess her personality suits her husband—at least she won’t take nonsense from Richard.”Harper’s jaw tightened. “You’re missing the point. It’s not about the marriage. Penny is pregnant—with my baby.”My breath hitched. I whipped my head toward him, blinking. “Wait… are we still talking about Penelope Collins?”His tone was gruff. “No, Alison Herbert.”"hahaha.. funny." I snickered but the expression got wiped when I saw how serious he looked.I
| Aria’s POV |"And who do we have here?""Oh yeah, my step-sister, who also happens to be one of Seattle’s biggest whores.""At least I’m not jumping into a married man’s bed," I retorted sharply.Satisfaction curled at the edges of my lips as her nose flared and her eyes narrowed. But as my gaze swept over her outfit, my brows furrowed. Of course, she was wearing something that barely qualified as a dress—more like lingerie. But I wasn’t surprised. Gabriella would do anything for male attention."What did you sa—""What are you doing here?" Ace’s sharp voice cut through, his irritation clear. "Last time I checked, I told you not to step into any of my office buildings unless you were prepared to face the consequences.""Oh, sweetheart," Gabriella crooned, tilting her head mockingly. "Are you still bothered by my presence? Does Aria know I still affect you this much?"Rolling my eyes, I muttered, "More like repulse." The words slipped out before I could stop myself.She scoffed and s
| Aria’s POV |I wiped my face quickly as the door closed behind Zion. The sound of little footsteps padded across the hallway, and I quickly sniffled, fixing my appearance before my little judges could scrutinize me.“Mama, did you and Uncle Zion have a fight?”I turned to see my daughter standing there, her big, curious eyes studying me carefully.“How did you know about that?” I asked, attempting a casual tone.“Mama, you weren’t exactly quiet… and we had to cover our ears because you said bad words.”I gasped. “Oh my goodness, I’m sorry.” I crouched down and placed my hands on her tiny shoulders. “Yes, we had a little misunderstanding, but it’s normal for adults to argue sometimes.”She pouted, looking unconvinced. “Mama, I think you should forgive Uncle Zion. He apologized to us… and he cried.”A sharp pang hit my chest. I inhaled deeply and forced a smile. “Don’t worry about him, sweetheart. We’ll sort it out.”“How was your day?” I quickly changed the topic.Her face lit up. “I
|Aria’s POV|“Aria!!”“Aria, are you awake?”My eyelids fluttered as my vision slowly adjusted to the brightness of the room. A groan escaped my lips as I forced myself into a sitting position, my head pounding.“Wh-where am I?” I croaked out, my throat dry and scratchy.Penelope quickly passed me a glass of water. I accepted it gratefully, my fingers trembling as I brought it to my lips. The cool liquid eased the hoarseness in my throat, but it did nothing to clear the fog in my mind.The room felt familiar, yet I couldn’t quite place it. White-painted walls. A beeping monitor. An IV tube was connected to my arm. My fingers brushed against the tape securing the needle in place.How did I get here?I looked around, my gaze landing on Penelope, Brianna, and Zion. They sat in the chairs beside my bed, their faces etched with worry.“Penny,” I tried again, firmer this time. “What happened?”Penelope hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “Aria, you passed out. You’re
Aria’s POV |It’s been two days since I was admitted to the hospital, and today, I’m finally being discharged.Yay.As we walked out of the hospital, I kept my head down, ignoring the nurses who waved enthusiastically at me. It felt less like a warm sendoff and more like mockery. My chest tightened with shame, but Zion squeezed my hand gently, his reassuring smile doing little to ease my nerves.My kids were with Mr. Jimmy, and as much as I missed them, I couldn’t risk being around them right now. I didn’t know what to expect. Some deranged people, disguised as anti-fans, had been dragging me online, demanding that I speak up about the scandal unfolding around me.Some even claimed I wouldn’t dare because I was too busy warming Ace’s bed.In the last forty-eight hours, I’d contemplated breaking up with Zion more times than I could count. Every cruel comment made me question why he was even with someone like me. I knew he was acting unbothered, but he was human. These words had to cut
|Zion’s POV|Pacing around the restroom, I glared at my reflection in the mirror. My jaw was tight, the fury bubbling under my skin like lava ready to erupt.“You weren’t able to take the video down?” I barked into the phone, my voice echoing off the tiled walls. “Our reputation is hanging by a thread, and you’re telling me you couldn’t manage one job?”Matt stammered on the other end, but I didn’t let him speak.“You’ve got five hours,” I snapped. “Get those accounts down, or I’ll cut your paycheck in half. No reason to keep paying you for work you’re clearly not doing. And considering how fat that check is, you better get moving.”“Yes, boss. I’m sorry, we’ll handle it,” Matt muttered.“You better,” I hissed. “Because if you don’t, you’ll be the next name trending—for all the wrong reasons.”I hung up and slammed my fist into the wall. Pain exploded through my hand, but it barely cut through the rage clouding my mind. I stared down at my bruised knuckles, breathing hard.“Hey man, y
|Penelope’s POV|I've always wanted to be a mom, for as long as I can remember. But not at the cost of my child growing up without a father. I know what it means to raise a kid alone—it’s not for the fainthearted. Watching Aria handle two children on her own, with little to no help, made me admire her strength even more. She made it look possible, but I knew better than to think it was easy.Honestly, my fear of marriage stems from what I saw growing up. My mother nearly lost her mind in hers. My dad made her life hell, always blaming her, causing drama, and then expecting her to clean up his mess like it was her job.And his worst quality? He was a misogynist to the core.My mom only had me before she was diagnosed with severe womb complications. Doctors said she couldn’t have any more children. I suspect I might’ve inherited those complications, but that’s not even the worst part.My father never accepted me. He never saw me as his. He’d proudly tell people, "I don't have a child,"
|Aria’s POV|I shouldn’t have brought her back here…My knees buckled, and I gripped the window bars to steady myself, barely stopping myself from collapsing. My chest rose and fell in shallow gasps as panic crept up my throat. The room felt too small like the walls were folding in on me, stealing the air from my lungs.How did I end up leading the lions to the monkeys’ safe haven?“Aria.”Brianna and Penny flanked my sides and supported my weight, but all I could see were my dreams shattering in real time. The children I’ve struggled to keep off social media and away from public hate—are now exposed because of my foolishness.“No—no, please,” I choked out, shaking my head frantically. “Keep them away from my kids.”“They can do anything they want to me, but they can’t harass my kids,” I whimpered.“Ria, please calm down. Ace’s security is already working to get the fans away from the house,” Penny reassured.“H–how? How did they get to know my house?” I asked, fearing the answer I al
|Aria’s POV|Ace balanced Zoe on his hip, and she grinned toothily. Her cheeks had slightly thinned over the few days spent at the hospital, but her skin was slowly regaining its tint, and she no longer complained of her stomach pinching her.“Miss Aria!”We all turned, and my smile widened when I saw Dr. Alexander standing outside his office, his door slightly ajar. I wouldn’t lie—he’s been a remarkable help to us these past few days.Walking toward him, I gave a small nod. “Yes, Dr?” I answered politely.“I just wanted to remind you—make sure she takes her meds regularly. Make it compulsory, until I say otherwise,” he advised with a firm but kind tone.I bobbed my head, feeling my chest warm with gratitude. “Of course, trust me. I will do just that,” I assured him with a soft smile.He gave a curt nod and turned to step back into his office.I turned back to Ace and Zoe, and we all walked outside together. My feet froze for a moment when I spotted nearly fifty burly men and women in
|Aria’s POV|“Richard, I don’t give a fuck about what your selfish self says. I am not getting married when my best friend’s life is falling apart!” Penny’s voice exploded through the thin bathroom door.I winced and pressed my ear tighter against the wall. Her tone was wild with fury, her anger like a pulse you could feel through the drywall. I had followed her when I noticed her mood shift after that call. She’d been dodging the number for hours.Ace was with the baby. His personal doctor was almost here—despite me telling him it wasn’t necessary. But, being Ace, he had waved me off and declared, “These rookies shouldn’t even have their licenses if they can’t fix a sick child instantly.”Inside the bathroom, Penny raged on.“I’m telling you now—don’t call my bluff,” she warned darkly. “If you go through with this stupid arrangement, I swear I’ll crash your net worth in the first month alone.”A pause. Then a cold scoff.“Oh, that’s not all. I could name ten thousand other ways to ru
Aria’s POV|These past few months, I might’ve gotten used to the white walls and the ever-present antiseptic scent clinging to every corner of this hospital.But nothing could ever prepare me for this—my baby lying there, pale and unmoving in a loose blue hospital gown she’s never worn, her usual glow gone.I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time and resumed pacing the cold tiles. I couldn’t sit still. My eyes were locked on her through the transparent door as the nurses and doctors worked around her. Despite all their efforts, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was failing as a mother.I didn’t know what had happened to her, but it should’ve been me. Not her. She doesn’t even know how to express pain, let alone endure it.My chest clenched painfully at the sight of the tubes hooked to her tiny arms. The doctor had already started speculating it might be poison. Poison. But who could hate my baby enough to do something so vile? What could an innocent child possibly have done t
|Aria’s POV|It’s been three days since the chase on the bridge. I still can’t explain how Zion managed to get us out of that hellish situation and lose the tail, but somehow he did. And for that, I couldn’t be more grateful.I sighed — again. I’d lost count of how many times I’d done that today. My arms wrapped around my knees as I curled up on the sofa, trying to find some sort of comfort in my own embrace. But there was none. Not really.Over the past few days, I’ve cried more than I ever did when Ace divorced me. That was heartbreak. This? This is suffocation. Zion warned me to stay off social media while he and Penelope worked behind the scenes to handle the mess, but I couldn’t help it. I kept scrolling, kept reading the lies people were conjuring up like some twisted fairytale.Do they even realize that celebrities have lives outside of their screens? That we’re just as human as they are? I asked myself for the hundredth time.The house felt too empty. Too quiet. Brianna and Pe
| Gabriella’s POV |“Are you out of your goddamn mind? Haven’t you done enough already? She’s your step-sister, for crying out loud!” Hannah’s voice shrieked through the speaker.I tapped the speaker icon and set the phone on the marble counter beside me, barely sparing it a glance as I applied a final swipe of my Fenty gloss. The golden tone shimmered under the bathroom lights. I admired the effect for a moment before speaking.“I’m just answering their questions, Han. That’s all,” I said coolly, brushing an invisible speck from my sundress.“You know, I’ve been meaning to say this for a while now.”“Oh God, please don’t tell me this is the moment you finally confess your undying love for me,” I deadpanned, smirking at my reflection.“Far from it. You’re a selfish narcissist who never sees herself as wrong. And this latest stunt of yours? It’s going to backfire. You’ll be dragged through the mud, worse than Aria ever was.”I rolled my eyes. “You do realize being nice to her won’t ear
|Penelope’s POV|I've always wanted to be a mom, for as long as I can remember. But not at the cost of my child growing up without a father. I know what it means to raise a kid alone—it’s not for the fainthearted. Watching Aria handle two children on her own, with little to no help, made me admire her strength even more. She made it look possible, but I knew better than to think it was easy.Honestly, my fear of marriage stems from what I saw growing up. My mother nearly lost her mind in hers. My dad made her life hell, always blaming her, causing drama, and then expecting her to clean up his mess like it was her job.And his worst quality? He was a misogynist to the core.My mom only had me before she was diagnosed with severe womb complications. Doctors said she couldn’t have any more children. I suspect I might’ve inherited those complications, but that’s not even the worst part.My father never accepted me. He never saw me as his. He’d proudly tell people, "I don't have a child,"
|Zion’s POV|Pacing around the restroom, I glared at my reflection in the mirror. My jaw was tight, the fury bubbling under my skin like lava ready to erupt.“You weren’t able to take the video down?” I barked into the phone, my voice echoing off the tiled walls. “Our reputation is hanging by a thread, and you’re telling me you couldn’t manage one job?”Matt stammered on the other end, but I didn’t let him speak.“You’ve got five hours,” I snapped. “Get those accounts down, or I’ll cut your paycheck in half. No reason to keep paying you for work you’re clearly not doing. And considering how fat that check is, you better get moving.”“Yes, boss. I’m sorry, we’ll handle it,” Matt muttered.“You better,” I hissed. “Because if you don’t, you’ll be the next name trending—for all the wrong reasons.”I hung up and slammed my fist into the wall. Pain exploded through my hand, but it barely cut through the rage clouding my mind. I stared down at my bruised knuckles, breathing hard.“Hey man, y
Aria’s POV |It’s been two days since I was admitted to the hospital, and today, I’m finally being discharged.Yay.As we walked out of the hospital, I kept my head down, ignoring the nurses who waved enthusiastically at me. It felt less like a warm sendoff and more like mockery. My chest tightened with shame, but Zion squeezed my hand gently, his reassuring smile doing little to ease my nerves.My kids were with Mr. Jimmy, and as much as I missed them, I couldn’t risk being around them right now. I didn’t know what to expect. Some deranged people, disguised as anti-fans, had been dragging me online, demanding that I speak up about the scandal unfolding around me.Some even claimed I wouldn’t dare because I was too busy warming Ace’s bed.In the last forty-eight hours, I’d contemplated breaking up with Zion more times than I could count. Every cruel comment made me question why he was even with someone like me. I knew he was acting unbothered, but he was human. These words had to cut