LOGINThey say the perfect crime leaves no witnesses. But what happens when the victim refuses to stay dead? On the happiest day of her life, she was betrayed by the only person she trusted. He took her fortune. He erased her name. He watched her burn and toasted to her memory. He thinks he is safe. He thinks the past is buried six feet under. But what if the grave was empty? Three years later, a mysterious woman walks into his life. She is everything he desires: powerful, beautiful, and dangerous. She knows his secrets before he speaks them. She knows his weaknesses before he shows them. He is drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unaware that she is the very fire he tried to extinguish. He thinks he’s found a new partner. He has no idea he is shaking hands with his own executioner. She is standing right in front of him, wearing a stranger’s face but holding a dead woman’s grudge. How long can a murderer look into the eyes of his victim without realizing who she is? And when the mask finally slips... will he have time to scream?
View MoreARIA "Hmmmm, Mark."I spoke to the empty space where he had just been standing, my voice barely a whisper in the silent office."What level of stupidity do you grade me on? Do you really think I bought those lies?" The door was closed, but I could still feel the residue of his desperation in the room. Hamburg. Customs issues. A "facilitation fee." It was laughable. He had stuttered through the explanation like a schoolboy caught with a cheat sheet. He thought he was a master manipulator, but he was just a drowning man flailing in the water, pulling everyone down with him."I have to play along, Mr. Miller," I murmured, leaning back in my leather chair. "For now. But don't worry. It won't end well from here." I looked at the banking screen one last time. Eighteen million dollars gone. Handed over to a hacker to cover up a failed heist. It made my blood boil to see my hard-earned money thrown away on criminals, but I forced myself to close the tab.Let it go, Aria. It’s the pr
MARK I stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut.I didn't wait for the driver to pull away. I walked straight toward the entrance of the Vance Logistics tower, muttering under my breath."It was an emergency. The Hamburg port. Customs impounded the fleet."I repeated the lines over and over, testing the rhythm, making sure I sounded stressed but authoritative. I needed to sell this. I needed Aria to believe that I was a CEO making a tough call, not a desperate man paying off a hitman."It was eighteen million or we lose the European market," I whispered to the glass doors as I pushed through them. "I had to act fast." I took the elevator up to the executive floor. I tapped my foot against the metal floor the whole way up, checking my reflection. I loosened my tie just a bit and messed up my hair. I needed to look like I had been through hell.I got to her office door and waited a minute before knocking just to recite the lies I was about to spit out.Aria was sitting in
Mark"Just keep driving."My voice was a croak, barely audible over the hum of the engine."Sir?" the driver asked, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror. "We’ve circled Central Park three times. Do you have a destination in mind?""I said keep driving!" I snapped, the anger flaring up and dying just as quickly, leaving me hollow. "Drive until the gas runs out. I don't care."The driver nodded silently and merged back into the grey, slushy traffic of midtown Manhattan.I slumped against the cold leather of the backseat, staring out the tinted window. The city passed by in a blur of steel and concrete, a monument to money and power. Yesterday, I thought I'd own this city, I thought I was hours away from buying a private island and disappearing into the sun.Today, I was a corpse that just hadn't stopped moving yet.I closed my eyes, but the image was burned into my retinas. The green text on the black screen.$0.00.It was a joke. It had to be a sick, cosmic joke. I had lived in
ARIAMy finger hovered over the RECALL FUNDS button.Every instinct I had—the survival instinct that had kept me alive for the past three years, the logical part of my brain that Maya had trained—was screaming at me to take it back. To drain the account dry right now.Should I beat him at his own game? I wondered. Should I remove the money from the account?If I did, the account would hit zero. Mark wouldn't be able to pay the next installment to Adrian. The hacker would come for him. Mark would disappear into a black bag, and I would never have to look at his face again.It was tempting. It was so incredibly tempting to let a monster eat a monster.But then, my hand froze.No, I thought, pulling my hand back from the keyboard. He is my prey and my prey alone.If Adrian kills him, it would be quick and would be messy. Mark would die thinking he was just unlucky, a victim of a bad deal. He wouldn't know it was me. He wouldn't know that Elara Vance had come back from the dead to strip
MARK The elevator doors slid shut, taking Aria away, and the silence rushed back into the penthouse.I stood there for a moment, listening to the hum of the city outside the glass. Then, I let out a breath that was half-laugh, half-shudder. I walked back to the coffee table and picked up t
ARIA I didn't bother trying to figure out who Zane was talking to in the stairwell.Honestly, it was the least of my problems. Whoever was on the other end of that line—a creditor, a family friend, a lover—it didn't matter to me. Zane was unraveling, and a desperate woman makes messy mistakes.
ARIA"I have to go." The words rushed out of my mouth before I could stop them. I stood up from the sofa, my legs feeling like jelly. The air in the penthouse suddenly felt too thin, suffocating me with the truth I had just learned.Stepbrothers.Mark and Jason were brothers.Mark stared at me,
ARIA I have been inside Vance Logistics for fourteen days, and it was worse than I thought. It wasn't just a sinking ship; it was a rotting carcass.I stood in the center of what used to be my father’s office. For the last three years, Mark had turned it into a frat house. There were whiskey st












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