I had always known Mia to be impulsive, but her actions that night surpassed even my wildest expectations. Dragged to Kamran's opulent mansion against my will, I found myself ensnared in what looked like yet another trap. "Mom," I growled, clawing at her hand as her nails dug into my wrist, "you'v
Just as Mia’s tirade about my supposed interference in her plans came to a conclusion, the doors flew open and a maid entered, holding them just long enough for Kamran to stroll in casually. He seemed content to find Mia at first, his offering a small smile, but it quickly deflated upon seeing me.
The tension in the room was palpable, thick with unspoken accusations and simmering anger. I stood frozen, caught in the crossfire of a confrontation I never saw coming. "Evie, get out of here," Kamran's voice cut through the air like a knife, his tone sharp with frustration and disbelief. I bli
"I want to do what I can for my son," Kamran's voice drifted through the door, low but stern. Mia's response was sharp and dismissive, her distaste evident even from where I stood. "And you have, but there’s only so much you can do to help that boy," she said coldly, her tone dripping with disdain
TIMOTHY POV In the cold, stark interrogation room, Timothy sat with clenched fists beneath the table, his resolve tested by the accusing glares of the two officers towering over him. Desperation gnawed at him, urging him to withstand their abuse and accusations as he yearned to reach Evie. "Wher
ARIA POV Aria blinked, her vision blurry as she slowly emerged from the depths of unconsciousness. The sterile scent of the hospital assaulted her senses, mingling with the faint hum of machinery and the soft murmurs of distant voices. She groaned softly, her head pounding with the dull ache of a
Lucas's expression darkened with concern as he listened to Aria's words, the weight of their shared unease settling heavily on his shoulders. "Do you think she had something to do with the fire?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Aria shook her head, her mind racing with possibilities.
My heart hammered in my chest as I stood before Mia, her words ringing in my ears like a twisted melody. Maid of honor… "Evie, darling," Mia cooed, her voice sickly sweet as she presented the bridesmaid dress to me, her eyes gleaming with false sincerity. "I'd want my daughter to be there at my