ARIANA'S POV I watched as Rob left the car, his movements purposeful yet calm. My curiosity piqued, I rolled down the window to get a better view. Rob stood by the railing of the bridge, holding something in his hand. His silhouette was strong against the fading light of the evening, the wind tousling his hair. I watched intently as he seemed to hesitate for a moment before letting go of whatever he held. It fluttered down slowly, carried by the breeze, until it disappeared from sight.Rob returned to the car, his face a mixture of relief and resolution. As he slid back into his seat, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. The driver resumed our journey, the hum of the engine fi
ROBERT'S POV I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. Richard couldn’t have done this. There had to be some mistake. How could he forget to include his only daughter in his will when he remembered the housekeeper and his niece? There had to be a logical explanation. Maybe the lawyer made a mistake. Or perhaps there was another will somewhere. Richard was always thorough. He wouldn’t just leave his daughter with nothing. It was preposterous.“Is that all?” I asked, my voice betraying the disbelief and anger simmering within me.Harold adjusted his glasses, looking uncomfortable. “Yes, that’s all. The rest are just bequests of family heirlooms and a
ARIANA'S POV Chills ran down my spine as Sylvia's words hung in the air. A lead on my father's blackmailer. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of hope and dread. Could this be the key to unraveling the mess that had become my life? Yet, an overwhelming sense of despondency washed over me. What was the point? My father didn’t care enough to include me in his will. Not a single pin was left for me. That was how much I was not loved. Yet here was I constantly fighting for the company. A company that wasn't even mine.Save the company. The words felt like a cruel joke. What was there to save? My father had made it clear I was nothing to him, a nobody. The company, the legacy he built—it was all for Flora. I was just a shadow in the background, barely acknowle
ROBERT'S POVThe tension in the room was unmistakable and thick enough to cut with a knife. As I glanced around, the weight of the moment pressed heavily on my shoulders. The air seemed to crackle with unspoken anxieties and hidden fears. Ariana’s question hung in the air, echoing in my mind. What if Odette did know? The possibility cast a shadow over everything. The thought of Odette discovering she was a Vanderbilt added a new layer of complexity to an already precarious situation. How much more driven would she become if she knew she had a legitimate claim to Vanderbilt Holdings? It wasn’t just a business opportunity for her—it could become a birthright, a destiny she felt entitled to seize.&nbs
ARIANA'S POV As Rob read the note aloud, a trickle of sweat ran down the nape of my neck and into my back. Memories of the horrors I had faced washed over me. Sitting there, I could almost feel the hands clamping over my mouth again and the huge blow to my head. I shivered visibly just thinking of it. The moment when my world had gone black. Waking up alone to find I was covered in my own blood. My stomach churned.“Ariana?” Rob's voice seemed distant, muffled by my rising panic. I opened my eyes without realizing I had closed them.Rob’s concerned face came into focus. “Are you okay?”
ROBERT'S POV The revelation from Ariana's lips left me stunned. I hadn't expected her to tell Odette about her family ties, especially given how worried she'd been about Odette discovering her claim to Vanderbilt Holdings. Odette went silent for several minutes, her face changing from anger to a lost, dazed look. The room seemed to hold its breath as she absorbed the information. Her eyes darted between us, finally settling on Ariana.“Are…you…you joking?” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.Aiana, sensing she now had the upper hand, smiled coyly. “No, Odette. Your father
ARIANA'S POV The trial against Reginald Thornton-Frost, was grueling and relentless. Every day, as I sat in the courtroom, memories of my ordeal washed over me. The press attention was overwhelming, cameras flashing incessantly, and reporters bombarding us with questions as we navigated through the courthouse.Reginald sat at the defense table, his expression a mask of calm confidence, his legal team—a squad of high-powered attorneys—whispering strategies and objections. He was an accomplished billionaire, after all. He could afford the best. But so could I.Our legal team was formidable, led by an unflinching young woman named Rachel Stevens. She had a reputation for dismantling even the most airtight defenses. I watched her now as she grilled Reginald's personal assistant, extracting every incriminating detail from his reluctant testimony.The courtroom was packed. Spectators and journalists filled every seat, their eyes fixed on the proceedings. “Ms. Stevens,” the judge said, his
ROBERT'S POVThe courtroom buzzed with an electric tension as we sat through the final moments of Reginald Thornton-Frost’s trial. Watching him snap “this isn't over” sent a surge of anger through me, and I had to resist the strong urge to punch him in the face. The judge had adjourned the sentencing to the next day, and we could only wait.The next day, the air was thick with anticipation. The judge's gavel fell, and Reginald was sentenced to fifteen years in prison without parole. He was also ordered to compensate our family for all the trouble we had endured. Relief washed over me as I squeezed Ariana’s hand.Outside the courthouse, reporters swarmed us, shouting questions and snapping photos. Our security detail guided us safely to our vehicle. At home, the reality of our victory finally hit us. I pulled Ariana into my arms, kissing her over and over, rejoicing in the success of the trial.Josh, Sylvia, and Barbara soon joined us, bringing with them a sense of normalcy and camarad
ROBERT'S POVAriana's words hung in the air, their weight sinking into me. Pregnant. She was pregnant. I couldn't help it; I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly as joy bubbled up inside me.“I can't believe it,” I whispered, kissing the top of her head. “I'm so happy, Ari.”As I held her, memories of the past rushed back. The day we lost our baby still haunted me. It was my fault. I had been reckless, and she had paid the price. I had never been able to forgive myself for what happened that day.The pain and guilt I felt back then came flooding back, but I pushed them aside. This was a new chance. I had to focus on the future, not the past. I had another chance to do it right now and I was going to seize it.“I promise I’ll do everything to protect you and our baby,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “You won't go through that pain again.”Ariana pulled back slightly, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes of hers. “I know, Rob,” she said softly. “I believe you.”Her t
ARIANA'S POVAs the reception wound down, Josh's words echoed in my mind. My mother was here. I felt a mix of surprise and anxiety. Robert, sensing my unease, offered to come with me.“I'll go with you, Ari,” he said, his hand warm on my shoulder.I shook my head gently. “No, Rob. I need to do this on my own.”He nodded, his eyes full of understanding. “I'll be right here if you need me.”I took a deep breath and walked outside, my heart pounding in my chest. My mother stood by a water fountain, looking as elegant as ever. She wore a stunning dress that shimmered in the evening light, her hair perfectly styled. She turned as I approached, a hint of a smile on her face.“Ariana,” she said, her voice cool but not unkind. “Why wasn't I invited to your wedding? Or did my invitation get lost?”I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. “I didn't think you would want to come after everything.”She sighed softly, her eyes studying me. “I was only trying to honor my husband's will, Ari
ARIANA'S POV Rob knelt before me, holding out his grandmother’s ring. It sparkled in the light, reflecting the warmth in his eyes. My heart pounded in my chest as the reality of the moment hit me. Rob was asking me to marry him, not out of necessity or convenience, but out of love.“Ariana,” he said, his voice steady and filled with emotion, “I never formally asked you to marry me. Our marriage was one of convenience. But now, I want to ask you properly. This ring belonged to my grandmother. Will you marry me, this time in the right way?”For a moment, I was too stunned to speak. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. It felt like the universe was finally looking upon me with kindness. How long had I longed for Rob to want me, to love me? Now, here he was, making my dreams come true. Overwhelmed, I started to sob, unable to contain the avalanche of emotions.“Yes,” I whispered, my voice choking with tears. “Yes, Rob, I will marry you.”I stretched out my hand, and he gently
ROBERT'S POV The judge’s words echoed through the courtroom, but the specifics blurred in my mind. All I heard was the end result: Nate would be ours. A rush of joy surged through me, and it took every ounce of my self-control not to jump up and shout with happiness. I squeezed Ariana's hand, feeling her warmth and strength beside me. This victory was beyond anything I had dared to hope for. Josh’s character witness had been the tipping point. His words had painted a picture of me that even I hadn’t fully seen. We left the courtroom, the heavy doors closing behind us with a finality that signaled the end of a long, hard journey. Outside, Sylvia and Josh were waiting. Ariana and I exchanged a glance, and she broke the news.“Nate's ours,” she said, her voice choked with emotion. Nate’s reaction was instantaneous. He ran toward us, his little face lighting up with pure joy.“Dad!” he shouted, launching himself into my arms. I caught him, hugging him tightly. His small arms around my
ARIANA'S POV The judge’s voice echoed in the courtroom as she read out Josh's character witness statement. My heart swelled with gratitude for Josh. I had never known he thought so highly of Rob or that Rob had been so tormented when I had gone missing. Our relationship had seen many ups and downs, and there were times I could hardly believe we had arrived here, together and happy.As the judge adjourned the case, Rob and I walked out of the courtroom. Outside, Sylvia and Josh were waiting for us. Without warning, Rob enveloped Josh in an embrace, thanking him profusely. I stood there watching, admiration shining in my eyes.Sylvia rolled her eyes and said, “Alright, break it off, you two. How did it go?” she asked.“The judge will give her decision tomorrow,” I replied.Sylvia then turned to Rob. “It seems you have a chance of winning. With so much against you, it was supposed to be an open and shut case. But if the judge is taking time to make a decision, she’s surely considering e
ROBERT'S POV As we stepped out of the courtroom, I felt like I could finally breathe again. The whole process had been suffocating. My life, with all its mistakes and regrets, laid bare for everyone to see. The fact that I had been about to marry one sister but ended up sleeping with the other still made me cringe.Jason caught up with us, looking serious. “Rob, we need to talk. The judge will need that character witness now more than ever. You also need to decide if you’re willing to share custody with Margaret or if you want to go for full custody. With your history, it might be wise to accept partial custody if it’s offered.”Jason’s words hung heavy in the air as he left us alone. Sylvia, ever pragmatic, sighed. “I hate to agree with Jason, but he’s right.”Ariana stepped closer to me, her eyes filled with regret. “I wish I could write the character witness, Rob. I should be the one doing it, but given everything that’s happened…”Before she could finish, Josh spoke up quietly. “
ARIANA'S POV Seeing everyone smiling again, my heart swelled with happiness. A year ago, I never would have believed that life could turn out this way. I never would have imagined myself as friends with someone like Sylvia. I sighed contentedly, not at all unhappy about the change. I was happy.Rob filled Sylvia in on the custody case, explaining the complexities of the situation. Sylvia, her fierce determination back in full force, insisted she needed to meet Rob’s lawyer, Jason. She scoffed, “He sounds like a sorry excuse for a lawyer. We need someone who can actually fight for you.”As the night wore on, fatigue eventually took over. I woke up the next morning to find myself lying on Rob's chest. His steady breathing was soothing, and I could hear the soft snores of Sylvia and Josh nearby. Sitting up carefully, I looked around and smiled. Despite everything, we were together.The next two days passed in a blur of preparation and anxiety. Sylvia grilled Jason over the phone, deman
ROBERT'S POV As Ariana's words sank in, a wave of relief washed over me. She might know where Josh was. But another emotion tugged at my gut, something more unsettling. Ariana had been sitting beside me, her mind clearly elsewhere—thinking about Josh. That was the only explanation.For a heartbeat, I thought back to the time when Ariana had no memories. When I had made her fall in love with me all over again. Things had been better between us then, without the shadows of Flora and Josh hanging over us. It was like starting on a clean slate. But as soon as the thought crossed my mind, I shook it off. Ariana loved me. That was all that mattered.“Ari,” I said, keeping my vo
ARIANA'S POV A sickening feeling gnawed at my stomach. I didn’t know why, but the sense of dread was overwhelming. The memory of Josh grabbing hold of me and then letting go as he drunkenly declared he didn’t love me flashed through my mind. He had been drunk and unstable. Where could he have gone? Sylvia's round eyes looked up at me, filled with anticipation, as if she believed I had the solution. She seemed to think I knew Josh better than anyone else. I didn’t want to disappoint her. Desperately, I glanced at Rob for help, but his expression was unreadable.“Everyone, calm down,” Rob said firmly. “Josh is probably not in any danger. All our known enemies are behind bars. Reginald and Detective James are serving time, and Odette i