Author’s POV
Aria opened her eyes only to realise that she was not in the penthouse. As her eyes ran across the room, she was back in the mansion.
Her hand tightened around the bedsheet as the last night’s memories came rushing inside her mind one after one, with vivid images.
One by one, the events played out inside her mind, making her eyes fill with tears. Those memories are a cruel reminder of what she has stepped into.
It is so overwhelming for her. In his eyes, her existence holds no value, the thought crossed her mind when she recalled the incident where he had played with her life.
It was all getting too much for her; emotions were flowing like waves, burning through her throat.
She pulled her legs up to her chest. She wrapped her hands around herself as she hugged herself
