|Aria's POV|The thumping sound of my heartbeat echoed in the silent room, but what was more overbearing to me was the text echoing in my head like a bell in a church on a Sunday morning.‘You are with your ex-husband’‘You are with your ex-husband.’I shouldn't have ignored the nagging feeling I felt when I noticed that he had similar features to Zachary, but how did Penelope not think of telling me about that?He raised a brow, a smug grin displayed perfectly on his lips. “Can I help you?” ‘Asshole!’That must be why he kept asking if I knew him, but he didn't say anything. “I am sorry to inconvenience you. I will make sure it never happens again,” I muttered, wishing the ground would open and swallow me.“I was happy to be of service. It felt like we were best friends again,” He smiled.A nervous chuckle escaped me. ‘My life is miserable. I don't even know if I was best friends with him, but I doubt we were on good terms.’So I coughed out an awkward “Sure.”He stood up from the
|Aria's POV|What perfect timing, don't you think?“A-Aria?” Zion looked at me for a fleeting moment and returned to the cell phone. “Aria, why did you do it?”I faced him squarely. He had no reason to accuse me. My memories may not be intact, but I'm pretty sure that I screamed to the whole world that I had a partner and shouldn't be touched.“Do what? Zion, do what?” I asked calmly, but I was anything but calm.With each passing second, I can feel my hands trembling and my breathing becoming more labored with my teeth pressed against each other like they would break.A hollow laugh escaped me and my brows hiked up in question. “So you think I'm sleeping around? No. I'm not that cheap…unlike you, I know I had a partner and have just stormed off to enjoy a company that isn't yours and Penelope.”His face softened and he heaved out a sigh. “I realize how wrong I am and give you my deepest apologies. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry for being ignorant about how you feel.” he apologized.My n
|Aria’s POV|Now, I don't think anyone can loathe the idea of a stalker more than I do.Isn't it suspicious that I keep on running into Ace every freaking time?Although, today it was pretty obvious that he came here because of me. A little voice in my head kept whispering that I hurt his manly ego by going on a date with another man after barely spending time with him.But, of course, he should have known that it was a privilege that would never come to pass again. “It seems you want me to do it my way. No problem, let's officially reintroduce your ex-husband to your boyfriend.” Ace threatened.My hand clutched the doorknob and I twisted it open, dragging him by the wrist inside the restroom.‘What if you get caught by Zion again with this dangerous game you're playing?’I pushed that thought aside before looking at Ace with a cold gaze. “What do you want from me again?”He cocked his head to the side and scoffed, maybe in belief or irritation, I truly don't care, but he began “What
|Ace's POV|You can call me an opportunist. I would not mind as long as it made the woman I love return to me.My hands dug into my palm as I looked at Aria laughing heartily at whatever ‘not-so-funny’ joke Zion made.The only time I was privileged to get a hint of that smile was when she came home to my house two days ago.The fact that I had almost lost her without my knowledge made me contact the Private Investigator again. But when she lost her memory, why didn't she lose the part that she knew Zion was her fiancée?The corner of my lips curled into a smile when I remembered how she had snuggled into my arms.‘Oh, fuck.’It was the best feeling on earth. I can't believe I was married to that beautiful woman for more than three years and I didn't know how pretty she was when she slept. However, memories of when we had just gotten married were etched into my head.Especially the ones where she would crave cuddles, and wake me up at midnight to prepare pancakes because the baby was cr
My hands are clammy and my heart would not stop beating erratically. What would the result be?As we stepped into the hospital and passed through the hospital corridor, the scent of disinfectant and fresh flowers filled the air and was a reminder of what I had gone through a few weeks ago.The unease in my chest kept expanding as we got closer to my doctor’s office. Three sharp rasps on the door were made by Zion who had accompanied me. His grip on my hand became tighter as the door opened and we were faced with a strange face.‘Who the heck is this?’ I reasoned as I stepped back to see if we were at the right office.With a narrowed gaze, Zion extended his hands forward to the smiling doctor “Good day, I believe we have an appointment with Dr. Richards,” Zion muttered.“Good day. It’s nice to meet you also, I believe you are Aria Winchester and Zion Greggor. Apologies for being the one delivering this not-so-good news to you, but Dr. Richards was transferred and I will be handling hi
|Aria's POV|If you were asked to make a tragic decision, what decision would you make?Mine is going on the set to act that role despite the nagging fear of failure bugging me.The silence stretched and I looked around, my heart racing. I didn't care if they felt like Mia was still better than me, the only thing I cared about was overcoming the stage phobia and impostor syndrome that attached itself to me since the unfortunate incident.‘Why are they not saying anything?’‘Is it that bad that they have no comment on it?’‘I must be very bad at this and maybe I made a decision.’“Wow……. That was incredible.”“Why have we been wasting our time on Barbie bitch then? I was praying that she wouldn't provoke me to throw the camera at her.”Of course, y'all know who that is, right? That's Richard, the videographer, the guy who never talks but when he opened his mouth to say something, it was always a disaster.“Ari, I could have sworn that you didn't lose your memory.”“Wait, is it possible
|Penelope’s POV|What other profession would you excel in aside from the profession you chose?Well, mine was a Private Investigator or Professional stalker.My mind was an internal battle between me trying to think that I was suddenly being paranoid and being suspicious of someone who I shouldn’t be. But I pushed them away, once bitten twice shy.I refuse to let Aria be bitten again. Which is what led me to tiptoeing and acting like a ghost while trailing Zion.My trust in him had begun to waver after I was told that he had allowed Mia Collins to be all over him. I have paid attention to Zion enough to know that he is generally nonchalant, so if he allowed someone to be so close to him, then it was suspicious.He got a box of chocolates and some stuff that looked like a period care package.‘Aria never said anything about being on her period, so who the hell is he giving that to?’I’ll just assume it’s his sister or aunt, but that is just an assumption and I don’t do well with them,
|Aria’s POV|It’s finally the most anticipated day for me and my loved ones.Yes, it was my engagement party and the butterflies in my stomach doubled as we journeyed to the garden where it would be held.Something nagged at me for not bringing my children along to the party, but that meant they would be exposed to people I really didn’t want them to know.Celebrities' lives were hard enough because they had to do things according to what society deemed right, or else they would be criticized by the same society.My skin tingled with excitement as we drove into the garden. My gaze flickered towards Zion’s, and his reassuring smile slackened my hunched shoulders.‘I am doing this with Zion, nothing would go wrong.’But despite the reassurance, I can’t help but worry and feel the knot in my stomach growing within me that something might go wrong today. Something big, but maybe I was overthinking it.My memories had been returning in fold, so I didn’t bother rehearsing how to react to gu
|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