Aria’s POV

I found myself at the amusement park I had visited as a child, back when it was just me, before Emily came into our lives.

As I walked through the gate, the scene in front of me shifted. I could almost see it—Father, younger then, holding me in his arms, smiling proudly at Mother. “Aria’s so smart. Already finished her math class. I think she’ll be the perfect heir to carry the Moretti name!”

Mother, with that soft smile only she had, looked at me and said, “Our baby must be tired. Let’s not talk about business or school today. Just focus on getting Aria on her favorite carousel!”

I giggled, all my attention was on the ice cream, balloons, and toys around me.

It was happy then, wasn’t it?

When did it change?

I walked to the carousel, handed the staff my ticket, and climbed aboard. The wind picked up my hair, and for a moment, I almost felt the joy of that little girl again.

Well, everything changed the day my father came home with Emily.

Emily was the daughter of my father’s right-hand man, who had died protecting him. My father, feeling indebted, took her in, giving her everything and telling everyone she was a Moretti. She was to be treated no differently than me.

I welcomed her—truly. It had always been my dream to have a sister. I imagined sharing a bed with her, building princess castles, sneaking out on adventures.

I had it all planned.

But I sensed Emily’s distance when I first met her, so I chose to respect her boundaries, waiting if she can accept me one day so that we can actually be sisters by then.

But somehow, it turned into me being the one who isolated and bullied Emily in Father’s eyes. He punished me hard that time, asking if I was spoiled, if I had forgotten how to listen to him.

I thought about finding Emily, clearing things up. But she only hid behind Mother, crying as if I were about to hurt her.

It was the first time Mother used a harsh tone with me. “Aria, I thought you were better than this! How could you be a bully?”

A bully. That word followed me for so long.

When school started, things only got worse. Friends began distancing themselves from me, calling me a monster. Teachers raised their eyebrows at me, labeling me a brat.

And every time, there was Emily, with her too-perfect, watery eyes, staring at me.

“No, it wasn’t me!”

“No, I didn’t do that!”

“No, I really didn’t!”

I had said those words a thousand times. And then I realized—it didn’t matter. No one cared about the truth. They only cared about what they saw.

And they saw me—a girl perfectly capable of taking care of herself, with a family and money to buy almost anything. On the other hand, Emily, who had lost everything, had no one to protect her. She was fragile—an easy target.

Everyone played the hero, and I became the villain.

I had my doubts about Emily stirring the waters. But then again, why would she do this? Why hate me that much?

It wasn’t until one day, when I overheard her talking to Father, that I knew for sure. “Aria made her friends talk bad about me. They all called me an orphan.”

That was it. It had been her all along.

I rushed to confront her when it was just me and her. “Why do you have to do this?”

Emily smiled to herself, a chilling smile that sent a shiver through me. “Because I just don’t want to see you happy. Why do you get to be happy when I was nothing? I lost my father because of yours, didn’t I? It killed me to see you and him all arrogant, tossing money at me like you’re bribing a dog.”

I regretted it. Regretted when Father asked me if I wanted Emily to be my sister, and I smiled, reaching out to hold her hand. I regretted how I welcomed her with open arms, how I tried to love her.

And then, I decided to make everyone see her for who she really was. But that failed too. Why would they believe the villain when they already had their precious heroine in mind?

The sun began to set on the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the park. My phone buzzed incessantly in my pocket.

I pulled it out.

“Miss Moretti, the investigation you requested—about your family’s shipment accident and the missing funds at the casino—it’s finished.”

My pulse spiked, though I kept my voice steady. “Emily Moretti organized the accident, didn’t she?”

There was a pause. Hesitation. “Yes. According to the trail I followed, three days ago your family’s drug shipment resurfaced at the Mexican docks. The person who received it was Emily’s half brother. He sold it almost immediately to a local gang.”

I froze. “She has a half brother?”

“Yes. Her mother remarried years ago and had a son. Emily contacted him about three years back.”

“And let me guess,” I said, my mouth dry, “since then, a few things have gone missing from my family. Only to conveniently reappear in his possession.”

“Yes. And about the casino’s missing fund. Two days ago, I traced a withdrawal—she pulled a large sum from the casino account, then altered the records to make it look like it happened a year ago.”

A silence opened in my chest, heavy and suffocating. “So that’s why Father assumed I was the thief. A year ago I was still managing the casino.” My laugh was humorless. “And her relationship with Damian? When did that start?”

“About two years ago. I dig up some of Emily and her brother’s text messages about seducing Damian and how to exploit him to work for their benefit.” A beat of silence. Then, carefully: “Miss Moretti, I can send you the evidence right now. You knew, before you departure for that Ricci family.”

“No need.” My voice surprised me—it was calmer than I expected, almost detached.

The truth was, I hadn’t hired this investigator to convince my family. Not anymore. I only wanted proof that my instincts had been right all along.

Their regret—if it ever came—didn’t matter to me now. I had spent years trying to help them, trying to hold everything together. If they chose not to believe me, then they could live with the fallout.

It wasn’t me who abandoned them. They abandoned me. And the hostage agreement—that was the final betrayal.

“Send everything,” I said, my tone like steel. “The evidence. The videos. Everything you found on Emily after I leave.”

Let that be my last gift to them. One final attempt to make them see the truth before it’s too late.

As for me… by the time they realized, I would be long gone.