Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 22

**Aiden’s POV**

As the sun dipped low in the sky, painting the office with hues of orange and gold, I found myself buried under a mountain of quarterly reports. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights above was a stark contrast to the chaos swirling in my mind. Just as I was about to lose myself in another spreadsheet, Lucas burst into my office without so much as a knock.

“Sir, you might want to take a look at this,” he said, his voice laced with urgency as he set his tablet down in front of me. “Miss Jones has just responded to Sophia Clarke’s statement.”

I leaned forward, curiosity piqued. As I scrolled through Sophia’s feeble attempt at damage control—her insincere apologies dripping with crocodile tears—I felt a wave of disdain wash over me. Classic manipulation, I thought, but it was Aria’s response that truly captured my attention: a straightforward audio recording that obliterated Sophia’s meticulously crafted facade.

A grin tugged at the corners of my mouth, an unexpected pleasure blooming within me.

Watching Aria rise from the ashes of Liam’s betrayal was turning out to be far more gratifying than I had anticipated.

“It’s trending, sir,” Lucas continued, pulling up the analytics with a flourish. “Her post is gaining traction at an astonishing rate.”

“Ensure it reaches the top spot,” I commanded, my eyes scanning the numbers with keen interest. “I want everyone to hear this.”

“Already on it. Our media team is working to amplify it across all platforms,” he replied, his enthusiasm infectious.

I nodded in approval, my fingers dancing over the comments that were flooding in. Public sentiment was shifting dramatically, the tide now overwhelmingly in Aria’s favor.

“And keep it trending. If we need to increase the budget, do it. I want this audio to be the first thing people see when they wake up and check their apps tomorrow morning.”

“Understood,” Lucas said, his expression a mix of determination and excitement.

As he turned to leave, a sudden thought struck me like a bolt of lightning. I needed to set boundaries with Aria; things were spiraling out of control. What was I even doing?

“Lucas, wait.”

He paused, turning back with a quizzical look. “Sir?”

I hesitated, the words caught in my throat. This wasn’t about Aria—it was about dismantling Liam White. The fact that it was benefiting her was merely a side effect.

“Nothing. Continue as planned.”

He nodded briefly and turned to leave, but I noticed him linger, a flicker of concern in his eyes as if he sensed something deeper was troubling me.

“Something else?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“Yes, sir. Mr. White’s team has been reaching out to our contacts at the social media platforms. They’re trying to get the audio removed and suppress the trending topic.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it. “Of course they are. And?”

“They were informed that it won’t be possible at this time,” Lucas replied, barely concealing a smirk. “Apparently, there’s… technical difficulty.”

“How unfortunate for them,” I said dryly, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “Make sure those technical difficulties persist.”

Just then, my phone buzzed—a call from our tech department. I switched it to speaker mode.

“Mr. Carter, we’ve detected multiple attempts to access our systems from an IP address traced back to White Industries.”

“Interesting,” I replied, my tone calm and collected. “Fortify our firewalls and document every attempt. We may need this information later.”

“Yes, sir.”

After hanging up, I turned my attention back to Lucas. “It seems Liam is becoming desperate.”

“Very,” Lucas said, his voice tinged with amusement. He hesitated before adding, “There’s something else. We’ve received a request for a meeting from White’s team. They want to discuss ‘mutual public relations concerns.'”

“And Lucas? Relay a message to White’s team. Tell them if they persist in these pathetic attempts to silence Miss Jones, I will personally ensure that every piece of dirt we have on him and his precious Sophia is released to the press.”

Lucas nodded, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “With pleasure, sir.”

Once he left, I picked up my phone and dialed Aria’s number. She answered after a few rings, her voice soft and weary.

“Don’t forget about tomorrow,” I reminded her quietly, referring to our planned visit to my grandmother. “She’s expecting you.”

“I won’t,” she replied, her tone laced with fatigue.

The sound of her voice sent a jolt through my body, dragging my mind back to the dream I’d had earlier. The way her body had fit against mine, her scent enveloping me like a warm embrace.

I craved to hear that sound again—I wanted to be the one to draw it from her.

My grip on the phone tightened as heat pooled low in my abdomen. “Goodnight, Aria,” I managed to say, my voice rougher than I intended.

“Goodnight,” she whispered back, her words wrapping around me like silk.

I hung up abruptly, tossing the phone onto my desk and leaning back in my chair with a frustrated exhale.

My body was responding in ways I hadn’t anticipated—my desire throbbing painfully against my zipper. Christ, just hearing her voice was enough to make me hard. This was becoming pathetic.

Had it genuinely been that long since I’d been with someone?

I retrieved my phone again, scrolling through my contacts until I found her—Victoria, a high-end model I’d shared my penthouse with several months ago. No strings, no complications. Exactly what I needed to purge thoughts of Aria from my mind.

Victoria answered on the second ring, her voice dropping into that practiced seductive purr.

“Aiden… what a delicious surprise.”

“I need you. Tonight.” I wasted no time with pleasantries.

“For you? My legs are already spread.”

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