Her Face, My Wife's Shadow のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Aria’s POV I stepped cautiously out of my quarter, my eyes roaming around the hallway, spotting red lights on the CCTV cameras that flickered like watchful eyes, and the maids moved through the corridors with an eerie, quiet efficiency. Outside the windows, the security men stood like statues. This is going to be difficult. I went back to my room, taking my passport and my phone. I had already booked an 8:30 PM flight to New York. Looking at my heavy suitcase, I realised it was a distraction. I couldn't afford to let anything stop me. I abandoned it, stuffing only my essentials into a small bag, and hurried toward Mila’s room. I pushed her door open, my breath instantly caught in my lungs, my feet rooting on the floor. "Mila! " I screamed out, the bag slipping from my fingers as I rushed to her. She was sprawled on the floor, her body surrounded by a pool of blood. Her eyes were shut, her face unnervingly still. Within seconds, the room was filled with guards and maids. The

Aria's POV I turned my head for a split second and saw him standing at the hospital entrance. Ignoring him, I clutched Mila's arm toward a taxi that happened to pass by. I blocked the car, giving the driver a deadly look. "Mila, get in!" She climbed into the back seat. The driver hesitated as he saw the guards running towards us. "I can't…" "Drive!" I commanded, slamming the door and locking it just as a guard’s hand hit against the glass. I pulled a wad of cash from my pocket and threw it at the dashboard. ‘Now!” The engine roared as we moved away, the tyres screeching against the asphalt. I turned back looking through the glass window to see if they were following us, but there was no sign of pursuit. I slumped against the seat, staring at my hands. They were shaking uncontrollably, the skin on my knuckles split and bleeding. Mila ripped her face mask off, her breathing ragged. "Aria... are you okay?” “Yeah,” I breathed, removing my mask as well to draw in fresh

Alexander’s POV I walked out of the entrance of the estate, raising my left hand to check my wristwatch. 7:10 AM James was already waiting outside for me, the engine of the black sedan idling like a low growl in the driveway. I climbed into the back seat. "Sir," James began, adjusting the rearview mirror to lock eyes with me. "The doctor and the two nurses. They are in the basement of the secondary site. What are your orders?" I rested the back of my head against the headrest, closing my eyes for a moment. In the dark of my mind, Aria’s face flashed; it wasn't the familiar soft compliance of Isabella but a fierce defiance of a woman who would rather burn the world down than yield. When did she change so much? Or am I still clinging to the belief that she's Isabella? "Release them," I said flatly, opening my eyes. James shifted slightly in his seat, surprised. "Give them a final warning. Tell them if they ever facilitate a disappearance under my roof again, I cannot guar

Alexander's POV After spending an hour having drinks with Williams at the bar owned by Sterling Holdings. I headed straight to the headquarters to catch up on the mountain of work I had neglected since the day I found Aria. Reaching the towering glass of the Sterling Holdings building, I was met with a wall of dozens of reporters swarming the entrance of the gate, thrusting microphones and cameras, shouting Isabella's name in a relentless chant. The moment they spotted my car, they rushed the hood like a pack of starving wolves, throwing numerous questions at me. “Mr Alexander Sterling, can we have a word with you? Can you please tell us how your wife survived?” “Mr Sterling, can you kindly bring your wife for an interview?" “Who do you think was behind her accident five years ago?” “The body you buried, do you still believe it belongs to your wife?” My security team immediately moved in, using their bodies to clear a secure path so I could drive down into the gate, leading

Aria's POV “I sent my team to thoroughly investigate your background in New York.” He said smoothly, half of the anger gone as he carefully removed his suit jacket. “I discovered that the boss already knew about your family, and he's actively planning to use them against you.” “Who the hell is he?” I screamed, entirely losing my composure as I threw the pictures away. “I can handle whatever comes my way, but the people I care about…. I will never allow anyone to mess with them.” My vision blurred with protective rage. “I will burn that person alive if anyone dares. “That's why you need to work with me.” He said, sitting on the long sofa in the corner of the room. “I cancelled an important meeting with a client and drove here just to share news with you.” I let out a bitter laugh. "Don't try to confuse me by playing the hero here. I fully know you came here because of Mrs. Clara. And I wouldn't be surprised if you knew about her presence. If you hadn't arrived at that perfect