LOGINAlexander's POV I shouldn't have called Aria “babe” or "sweetheart".I had no choice.I only said then to keep Avie far away from me. But this stubborn woman is not ready to give up.Aria might have Isabella's face, but deep down I knew she's not the one.I tried to convince myself.But my heart couldn't stop what it was doing. When I found out about the mysterious man, Aria wasn't eating because of it. For one day I couldn't stop thinking about her. I slept over in Williams’ house and monitored her on my system when she went in and out of her bedroom.When I called Mila, she told me everything, and I asked for her favourite food, which she told me.I took the opportunity and made all the dishes in Williams’ house and delivered them to the Estate.Cooking wasn't unfamiliar to me. I'd done it countless times for Isabella. She had always loved homemade meals more than expensive restaurants
Aria's POV Mila and I joined the elderly gentleman in the living room while the maid served us snacks and three glasses of juice. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, filling the elegant space with warmth.For some reason I felt safe and comfortable around him. His eyes felt like home."Isabella, my dear, next week is my birthday,” the old man announced warmly.“Really? A very happy birthday in advance, Grandpa.” I replied, the affection in my voice unforced. Beside me, Mila smiled too. “Happy birthday in advance, Grandpa.”The old man chuckled happily. “Thank you, both of you.” His expression gradually became hopeful. “My only birthday wish…” he looked directly at me, “is for you to attend the celebration at the Sterling Mansion.” He stated this while his weathered hands rested on his walking cane. “You haven’t been to the family home since you came back.”I swallowed hard, and a lump su
Aria's POV A soft laugh escaped my lips as I stared at the feast spread across the table.I looked back at Williams in disbelief.“So you are telling me the almighty Alexander Sterling stepped into the kitchen to cook all this food?”The image simply refused to fit inside my head.The ruthless billionaire I knew was always dressed in tailored suits, issuing commands from luxurious offices and boardrooms.Not standing over a stove with an apron around his neck and waist.It felt absurd.Why would he go to such lengths?He knew perfectly well that I wasn't Isabella. I was merely a stranger wearing his wife's face.So…Was this kindness meant for me? Or was he simply loving Isabella through the body I happened to possess?"Yes, he did,” Williams replied, a gentle warmth illuminating his features. “He was at my private residence throughout the morning, preparing all these me
Aria's POV He pulled out his mobile phone quickly and dialed a number, placing it on his ear.“James.”“Look into the footage of the day my wife saw the man. I need results before the end of today.” He ended the call.“What's wrong? Do you know him too?” I questioned, my pulse spiking at his reaction. “I'm not sure, Aria. But he might be the person I'm suspecting.”“And who exactly is this person?”“The Boss.” A sudden, paralyzing chill invaded my veins, freezing the very air in my lungs. He stood up, and Williams came in.“Alex.”“Williams, I'm glad you're here; I was about to call you. I need your help?He frowned. “What's happened? Did the boss attack again"“No,” his eyes darkened. “But he revealed himself to Aria.”“What?”“Send your men to James to investigate the location where they met. I'm heading somewhere; stay here with
Aria's POV “No, ma’am.”“Ohh…” I lowered my eyes. “I see.”Ever since our disagreement regarding me not working in his company, I haven't seen him till now.Had he been deliberately avoiding me?Is he angry with me?How is any of this my fault? He forced me to stay in this country, and now because of his beloved wife, my family is in trouble too. And he expects me to work in his company. I can't even work at any place of my choice because of this face.If anyone in this place had a right to be angry, it should be me.Why am I wasting my energy questioning his whereabouts? I muttered under my breath. “I’d like to be alone for a while. Please leave.” I placed my palm on my head.“Are you certain you want to be alone?”My head snapped upward instantly, a gasp escaping my lips.Alexander was standing mere inches from the balcony threshold, his hands tucked loosely
Aria's POV“Aria!”Mila's voice cut sharply through the fog clouding my mind.I flinched and turned towards her.The concern etched across her face made my stomach tighten.“Aria, are you okay? She asked, searching my face. “I've called you more than three times now. What on earth are you staring at?” She raised her neck, trying to peer directly out the glass window."N-nothing." I took a glass of ice water to drink and forced a large swallow down my throat, attempting to cool the heat in my body. Who was that man? I'm 100 percent certain he knows me too well. What if he's one of the boss’s men?No…Something about that didn't feel right.“C’mon, Aria." She rested her elbows on the table, studying me carefully. “You’ve been somewhere else ever since we sat down on this table.”“Tell me, what's going on? I've noticed you look more quiet than ever. I thought this outing would simpl
Alexander's POV The four men froze, when they saw my men. They were outnumbered and outgunned. The leader looked around, his eyes wide behind his mask. He realised he had walked into a trap. One by one, the intruders let their weapons clatter onto the marble floor. My men rushed in, pinning them d
Alexander’s POV I leaned my head back against the chair, closing my eyes. Inside this room, I had spent the last four hours staring at both Isabella Grey file records, a spy who once worked for a syndicate and Aria Bennett file records, a top-tier architect from New York. The dates didn't make
Aria's POV Where did that memory come from? I remember when I grew up in the United States. I remembered my fifth birthday party with the lopsided cake; my graduation; my dad's burial; and every detail of my life in New York from the time I was a little girl until now. So why was my brain showing
Aria's POV My life in New York was simple. I worked hard day and night to become the woman I am now. I was good at my job because I believed in facts and logic. But looking at that wedding photo, logic was dead. I raised my trembling hand, trying to touch the portrait. But stop in mid-air, foldi







