Jason’s POV
As the night deepened and shadows stretched across the walls, sleep slipped further from my grasp. I lay in bed, motionless, staring up at the ceiling as if it held the answers I had been searching for. My mind was a storm, a constant flood of thoughts and emotions that refused to quiet. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face. Not Helena’s. Amara’s. The woman I had loved. The woman I had lost.
I could still hear her laugh, soft and musical, like a melody I had memorized but could no longer play. And now, my father expected me to erase it all. He wanted me to forget, to move on, to marry a stranger as if love was something that could be manufactured by convenience and signed in ink. He wanted to bind me to Helena for the sake of business, for the sake of power.
It was su
