Since that day, they had not heard from Mark or Gerard's order. On the one hand, Arya wanted peace and quiet, she had tried to keep the party peaceful with Ayden. He had decided to have breakfast with her, after each hormone injection.He had to make sure she was healthy, the day of the insemination had come and they were both nervous. Likewise, he had had to re-sample to make sure the most feasible sperm were selected.“Everything will be fine, you have nothing to worry about,” assures the doctor, who has Arya already on the gurney with her legs spread wide open. “You will feel only slight discomfort, but it will pass.”Arya nods, she is nervous, her hands are shaking, and she mentally prays to heaven that everything will be all right. She hadn't talked to Ayden about what would happen in case she couldn't get pregnant, would she have to pay back all the money or just a part of it? After all, her mother was out of danger.She had managed to get through to her and although Mirella woul
But it is too late, Ayden has admired what to him is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.“Sorry, sorry” he turns around realizing his imprudence. “I, I was just trying to tell you that I'll go to the pharmacy, I'll wait for you there.”Arya picks up the robe that only covered her front and hides behind the bulkhead.“Okay” she replies flushed with embarrassment.Ayden comes out equally, if not more, embarrassed by such a reckless interruption on her part.“If you'll be an idiot, Ayden” he mutters to himself as he walks to the pharmacy to change the medications.Arya staying feels a pang of emotion, he has seen her naked and blushed.“Perhaps, he finds me attractive after all” he thinks as he dresses.“Don't be silly, he's a millionaire from Central Park, he would never notice you” she whispers to nothing.Once they leave they head straight home, Ayden has had a special caterer prepared to celebrate.“Wow! This is wonderful” she says as she sees the dining room table with differe
“What's wrong?” asks Ayden worriedly.“Nothing, nothing, everything is fine.” He looks at his new pulse watch and notices the time. “We can go now, I'm a little tired.”“It's okay Arya, but if there was something that made you angry, just say so,” he warns. “I'm not a fortune-teller, and if you don't tell me what upset you, I won't be able to help you at all.”Arya, reluctant to speak, decides to keep quiet, for her own and the family's sake.Ayden drives carefully until they reach his house, once there each one retires to their rooms without saying a word to each other. He suspects that something happened, but does not demand more because today has been a very heavy day, and they are both tired. The young woman, for her part, decides to prepare everything to go to work the next day, she is excited to be able to do her internship in one of the best hospitals in New York.“Who knew that after all the bad, at least something good happened,” Arya reasons in the darkness of her room.The n
Arya walks to where the parking lot is supposed to be, annoyed.“I came with one of my drivers,” she explains, pointing to an SUV. “And I don't have to walk around controlling anything, you're the one who should be on the phone, not me.”Ayden walks to his sling and opens the door, waiting for Arya to retrace her steps to leave. However, a car parks right in front of the slingshot and the driver opens the door for him.“Can I give you a ride?” asks Mark.Arya walks quickly to him and climbs in, closing the door quickly.Mark locks the door and starts the car immediately.“I saw you argued,” warns Ayden's brother. “That's why I came over, I thought you needed help.”“Thanks, it's really not an argument.” The ringing of her phone starts to ring. “He's just upset because I didn't answer all day, he should get used to it, since I have to do the internship.”Mark lets out a loud laugh at his only brother's expense, Arya doesn't like that, a shiver runs down her spine as she hears him enjoy
Arya finally falls asleep, Ayden decides not to leave her side, as he is worried about her. Instead, he lies down on the couch that lies by the window.When he wakes up, she lies watching him with eyes swollen from crying.“Have you been able to get any rest?” she asks.Ayden sits up, trying to wake up a little.“No more than you, I think. I was left worried about you” he clarifies, standing up to stretch. “I'd like you to tell me what's been going on, you've been absent for a couple of days. I know something is up, but like I told you…”“I'm not a fortune-teller” completes his sentence, making her smile. “I'll tell you, but promise you won't get mad.”Ayden is already frowning, and Arya knows that's not a good sign.“I haven't told you yet, and you're already getting angry” she warns, pointing to the lines between his eyebrows.“Sorry, it's a habit of mine.&r
When he boards in the back, he looks at her judiciously.“If you keep up that behavior, I'm sure by the end of this contract I'll be full of gray hair and will have aged twenty years, at least,” he remarks sarcastically.Arya, in no mood to argue, ignores him and fixes her eyes on the front, she tries not to cry and succeeds.When she arrives at the clinic she just gets out, the car stops, she doesn't say goodbye or anything, she walks angrily inside.Ayden watches her, but does not go after her.“Let's go, at least I'll rest three days from your dramas,” she says to the driver and he laughs.After blurting that out he regrets it, for he actually feels sorry for the young woman, being so talented and not having the support of her family, living in the situation she was living in must have been very painful for her.“It's business, Ayden, it's business. Don't get attached, she'll go away like they all go away” he reminds himself.☆゚・*:.˛˚ღღ゚~εïз~ ღღ゚・*:。.。.・*.☆Mark watched Arya from a
Arya had gone back to the hospital every day without speaking to any of the staff, not even John, the driver. Mark tried to approach her, but work was so busy that it was impossible.The young woman was grateful for that; she wanted to avoid talking to anyone. She felt discouraged, devastated and demoralized. During those days, she barely ate anything. She stopped answering Ayden and forwarded her calls to her mailbox.Ayden wanted to get in touch with her, she thought about talking to her through Mark, asking him to put her through, but that was grounds for them to have to talk, and she didn't want that. She feared that her brother would cajole her and turn her against him.By the third day, Arya was resigned to the fact that she was going to have to face him. When John arrived, she almost expected him to get off to scold her, but he didn't.“Good evening, miss,” greets the chauffeur, as he does every day.“Good evening, John,” she replies, trying to force a smile, but it doesn't rea
When she gets to the apartment, the phone keeps ringing. Fed up with it, she angrily answers.“Now what the hell do you want!” she asks without looking at the calling number.“Hey sis…”“Jeff…” she mumbles, plopping down on the couch.“I'm just talking to you for two things, the first, to thank you for the financial services you've provided me” he says sarcastically and mockingly. “My girlfriend is deeply grateful that you cared about us. But guess what…”Arya feels a lump in her throat, sets the phone down in front of her on the coffee table and activates the speakerphone.“Now what happened?” she asks her brother as she puts her hands on her head in despair.“My imaginary girlfriend had a miscarriage and I occupy another twenty… stop it already; otherwise you know I'll talk to mom telling her you didn't pay me, and you still owe me.”“How is it possible that you have such a cold heart, what did I do to you to make you treat me like this?” she inquires in despair.“Ask your father, b
"Mom, I'm ready!" Aryehn shouts from somewhere in the house."Get in the car, Henry is already waiting for us," Arya replies.Aryehn grabs his phone and heads out of the mansion to the front entrance. Before leaving, he checks his notifications and reads a message from his father saying that he's already waiting for them at the main venue."Mom, Dad is already waiting for us!" Aryehn exclaims, making sure his suit is properly adjusted.Arya comes down in her burgundy dress, fitted at the bust and loose at the waist down to the knees."Mom, you look gorgeous!" Aryehn says, approaching her to kiss her on the cheek. "Are we ready to go?""Yes, everyone is waiting for us there," she affirms, taking the arm her son offers.Aryehn has grown into a handsome seventeen-year-old, chivalrous and formal, just like his father. Arya watches him with pride, happy to see him so content.Henry opens the limousine's door, and they get in. The escorts follow them in another car behind, but they ignore t
"He escaped last night, but we didn't realize it until this morning," the detective says. "We were following him, and he left clues, as if he knew this was going to happen."Arya remembers her brother telling her that he would take care of it, and seeing him lifeless is something she never wanted to happen."Jeff, no!" Arya screams, throwing herself onto his lifeless body. The officers try to pull her away, but it's impossible; she holds onto her brother tightly.Jeff groans, and she hears him clearly."He's alive!" she shouts to no one in particular. Paramedics arrive and approach him to provide assistance.Mark takes advantage of the distraction and elbows the police officer who is about to handcuff him. He grabs the gun lying at his feet and aims it at Arya. Ayden watches in a blur as Mark raises the gun.The police officer, wiping his nose, Mark with the gun aimed at Arya, and Ayden firing at him in the chest, right in the heart, his half-brother.Mark falls to the ground like a d
Five days earlier"What's on your mind?" Daniel asks when he sees his friend lost in thought."Mark's mother had a necklace with a ruby. I have no idea what happened to it," Ayden says, frowning, and as soon as the words leave the millionaire's mouth, Daniel feels a chill run down his spine. "Now, more than ever, I suppose Mark has something to do with this.""You're giving him too much credit; he's an idiot," the lawyer says disdainfully, not trying to imagine what he thinks he's imagining. "You know, he can hardly run that hospital. If it weren't for his assistant, it would collapse."Daniel can't pay attention to what's happening; he urgently needs to leave and check if the necklace his wife has is the same one his friend is talking about."Gabriel, it's Daniel, something urgent has come up, can you go for Arya and let her know what's going on? Ayden doesn't want her to find out through the media or let their son know what's happening," he informs while using the hands”free functio
Ayden and John take refuge in George's apartment, unable to maintain communication with the outside world."Sir, it's on all the news channels," John comments while continuously flipping through channels."I know, now it will be almost impossible for me to go out. No one can see us," Ayden affirms with an idea forming in his mind. "Besides, the fact that Daniel is missing. We should go look for him.""Not right now, sir, we need to hide," John explains, standing up. "It's best if we don't go back to your house, at least not until it gets dark.""You can stay here as long as you like," George says, taking out a couple of waters and snacks from the fridge. "I live alone, so no one will know you're here."Both John and Ayden exchange glances and accept. After all, they need some rest before venturing out again."Alright, after all, we've hardly slept. A little sleep will do us good," Ayden says, sinking into the sofa."At the end of the hallway, the door on the right is the guest bedroom
Mark's voice echoed loudly in Arya's ear, and she felt disgusted just hearing it."Is something wrong? You don't seem to want to answer," he inquired, feigning concern."Hello, Mark, it's not that. You caught me at a busy time," she lied, hoping he would hang up."I'm sorry; I just wanted to talk and see how you're doing. I heard about the attack and the blame on Ayden; it's all over the news now," he explained in a tone that almost convinced her. "Turn on the TV; it's on every news channel."Arya felt her heart start pounding in her chest. She felt anxious for Ayden, rushed to the living room, and turned on the television, desperately searching for a news channel. The anchor had a photo of her husband on the screen."I told you; it's all over the news," Mark repeated. "Please, tell my brother to be careful. I'll try to keep track of you, but you know I'm short-staffed and can't be in two places at once. Nevertheless... we have a pending conversation, remember?"Arya was taken by surp
Arya woke up with her son on her mind, an unhealthy concern gripping her as she rushed to Aryehn's room to check on her little one. She opened the door to find him curled up in the middle of his bed. Cautiously, she approached and settled beside him to give him a hug.Aryehn, sensing her presence, turned and nestled against her side."Mommy, I love you," the half-asleep boy murmured, hugging his mother."I love you too, my beautiful boy," Arya replied, holding him close. Over the years, the fear of not seeing him again had been overwhelming. But now that they were together, the fear of losing him paled in comparison to what she had felt before.While Arya contemplated what her husband might be doing at that moment, she allowed herself to enjoy this precious moment with her son. It wasn't until an hour later that Aryehn woke up fully, and they headed downstairs for breakfast."Good morning, Miss Harley," Tim greeted, emerging from his hiding spot and catching Arya off guard."You start
After such a shocking confession, Arya, with her heart equally heavy for her husband, hugged and comforted him until he fell asleep in her arms. Feeling him so vulnerable only fueled her irritation towards Mark.She thought about all the times she had been alone with Mark and regretted every moment of it. Deep within her soul, she lamented her stubbornness. Lost in thought, she fell into a deep sleep, unaware when Ayden woke up in the early morning to leave.He watched her in amazement, observing how she clung to the pillow, burying her nose to catch his scent on the fabric. Ayden couldn't quantify the love he felt for her, but he knew he would do anything for their son and Arya.Silently, he left the room, making his way downstairs to his office before exiting through the secret door into the hallway that led to the bunker."Hello, John," he greeted his bodyguard when he saw him leaning against the wall, finishing a cigarette. "Do you know anything about our escape?"John took out on
Ayden Emory was concerned about Arya's safety. He had provided a lot of security for her, yet the feeling of unease wouldn't leave his body. He feared for her and their son."Sir, everything is ready for us to leave whenever you order," John reported over the phone."We'll leave before four in the morning; we need to be in her building before she wakes up and have everything set up," Ayden declared, following the plan."Understood. I'll make some final arrangements for our fake flight tonight," John said before saying goodbye and hanging up.Ayden Emory was worried about the safety of his now wife and son. He knew Arya didn't adhere to the recommended security measures because she didn't care much about her own safety."Sir, everything is ready for tonight," John informed over the phone. "The van is loaded with everything we need to install the cameras in Mark's building.""Great, we'll leave in the early morning. We need to enter the building before my brother leaves so we can verify
The morning was very cold. Aryehn was still asleep, so they brought the baby monitor to the living room to hear in case he woke up.Gabriel was at the front door early in the morning, waiting for someone to open it. Henry, in charge of house security, now had to report the arrival of visitors to Arya first, to see if she authorized them or not."Miss Arya, Mr. Specter is already at the entrance. Should I let him in?" he asked with great formality as she descended the stairs."Yes, please, have him come to the kitchen, Henry," she replied, walking directly to the coffee maker to prepare coffee. Ayden joined her a few minutes later, just as Gabriel arrived."Good morning, sir, Mrs. Emory," the lawyer greeted with formality, shaking hands with the millionaire."Good morning, Gabriel, come in," Ayden indicated the chair in front of him in the dining room."Would you like coffee?" Arya asked, pouring a cup for herself and another for Ayden."Yes, please," he said, taking a few folders from