REGIS’ POV “I regret even stepping into this company and into Adam’s life,” I hear Aria saying. I understand how she feels but if she had not stepped into that company, I would not have been introduced to such a lovely lady as Aria. How could I forget that day when for the first time, I saw Aria? Walking in her black pencil skirt, mid-heel pumps, dark grey blouse and hair done in a ponytail, I went completely head over heels for her. Those lovely large eyes, her lovely smile, her melodious voice and her slender frame turned my world upside down. “Welcome to the Miller Corporation,” Aria had said in the lobby and shook hands with me. I just could not control myself at that time and I felt so drawn to her. She was so polite to me, especially when she asked me what I would like to drink. I requested for a Cappuccino, but her beauty continued to mesmerize me. However, as she handed me the cup of coffee, it accidentally spilled on my black suit. Aria was horrified and she kept apol
ARIA’S POV Regis invited me to a party. Actually, I did not feel like it, but he said that now was the right time for me to focus on my career. In a way, he was right. These days, to forget everything that Adam has done to me, I need a distraction or rather, to be more selfish and take myself more seriously. Part of me wants to stay indoors and reflect on the events that have affected my life. But looking at the bright side, I am now free. I was alone in this relationship all along. I have shed blood, sweat and tears, yet what have I gotten in return? Lies, betrayals, ill-treatment and my freedom being taken away from me. Thinking about my dad angers me further. I have never felt safe around any men; not Adam and now my Dad. I wonder how my brothers will be. The only man who is my backbone is Regis. It seems that Grandpa and he understand me the most. I feel lazy to get ready for a party and the way Regis puts it, it is a big event. He is making sure every business tycoon in the U
ARIA’S POVWhen Regis and I reach the event, I can’t fail to notice that Regis' team has truly outdone themselves, meticulously crafting every detail to perfection.The air is alive with an electric energy, pulsating with anticipation and excitement. The venue itself is an architectural marvel; a seamless blend of modern elegance and timeless charm. As I enter, I am greeted by the soft glow of twinkling fairy lights, casting a warm and inviting aura over the space. The room is bathed in a soft, golden hue, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and luxury.My eyes sweep across the room, taking in the exquisite décor that surrounds us. Lush floral arrangements adorn every corner, their vibrant colors adding a touch of natural beauty to the elegant surroundings. The tables are adorned with delicate linens and sparkling crystal ware, reflecting the light in a dazzling display of opulence.Frankly speaking, I am in awe. However, there is mixed emotions coursing through me. I have never been
EVA’S POVI see Aria clicking on her Instagram from her phone, going to Stella Newton’s official account and tapping on her profile. In Stella's recent post, the latter is showing how she is creating her latest dress which to my utter horror; what Aria is currently wearing.The ladies who are gathered around us gasp as they see the video. I start to hear them say all kind of things.“Wow! She’s so lucky to get her dress made from Stella Newton,”“Do you even know how difficult it is to even get an appointment from her boutique?“I tried to get her to design my dress for this event, but I was on the waiting list,”As I watch Aria strut in her Stella Newton dress, a surge of rage flooded my senses, burning hotter with every step she takes. How dare she flaunt her undeserved privilege? The sight of her confidence and pride only fuels the fire within me, igniting a primal urge to lash out.Her smirk, so smug and self-assured, taunts me like a red rag to a bull. I clench my fists, feelin
ARIA’S POV As the wine soaks into my dress, a surge of shock and disbelief course through me. How could they stoop so low? But as I glance at their faces, twisted in a mix of horror and surprise, a smirk tug at the corners of my lips. They had expected anger, outrage, perhaps even tears, but instead, they found me revelling in the chaos they had wrought. I refuse the offered tissues from the other ladies nearby, my resolve steeling as I meet Eva and Sophia’s gazes with defiance. I am not going to let them see me falter, not now, not ever. This is my moment, my special day, and nothing—not even a splash of wine—is going to ruin it. But beneath the surface, a simmering anger bubbles, not at their attempt to sabotage me, but at the audacity of their actions. How dare they try to tarnish this day, this moment that I have worked so hard for? In that instant, the laughter and applause of the crowd fade into the background, replaced by the pounding of my heart and the rush of adrenaline
ARIA’S POV Adam is appalled at my guts. Before, what used to be said to me in public, I used to be very submissive. Now, things have changed. As he puts it, I have changed. It is a total transformation and the breaking of the shackles. The woman who stands before him is more adamant and resilient. “We’re in public and you can’t keep quiet, Aria?!” I see it in Adam's eyes—the expectation for me to conform, to play the role of the submissive one while Eva emerges victorious. It is a script he is all too familiar with, one where I remain silent and compliant, allowing others to dictate the terms of my existence. “Do I care what you think about me or expect from me?” Adam seems frustrated, arguing with me. He is giving up and I am loving it. I shall do my best to hurt him at each and every occasion I get. I am sparing no one. At that moment, Regis approaches me, removes his jacket and covers the stain on my dress. Yes, the dress is black, but the marks are already showing. It is lik
ARIA’S POV Leaving the party amidst stunned silence, I can't shake the sense of satisfaction knowing that Eva is finally getting what she deserves. Adam's silence in the aftermath of my confrontation with her speaks volumes, a tacit acknowledgement of his inability to defend me against his own family. With Regis by my side, we leave it all behind us, not once looking back. But today, as I face a new day, the weight of my circumstances bears down on me. Despite my desire for independence, I am tethered to a reality where my autonomy is limited by the terms of my marriage. Adam's decree regarding my salary serves as a constant reminder of the power dynamics at play, a stark contrast to the illusion of equality we are meant to uphold. As much as I yearn to break free from these constraints, I am ensnared by the tangled web of obligation and expectation that surrounds me. I am completely absorbed in my thoughts, when Regis enters my room. Lately, he has been coming all the time, to ch
ARIA’S POV Stella's happiness at having me join her company is palpable, and her suggestion to meet later at her shop fills me with a sense of excitement. It is not just about discussing work—it is about embracing this new chapter in my life with style and confidence. The prospect of buying new clothes adds an extra layer of anticipation to our meeting, symbolizing a fresh start and a chance to reinvent myself. I eagerly agree, looking forward to the opportunity to not only talk business with Stella but also to explore the possibilities of my new wardrobe. With a renewed sense of purpose, I make a mental note to prepare for our meeting, eager to make the most of this opportunity to align my professional aspirations with my personal style. As I hang up the call, a surge of excitement runs through me. It is midday, and there is still so much potential in the day ahead. Without wasting a moment, I grab my bag, keys, and head straight to Stella Newton's boutique. The anticipation of