MasukAria's POV
Does he?" I stepped closer to Lucien, linking my arm through his possessively. "That's sweet. He talks about work constantly at home too, I feel like I know everyone here already."
Jennifer's smile became even more forced. "How nice that you're so... interested in his work."
"Oh, I'm interested in everything about my husband," I said, my voice saccharine sweet. "Every. Single. Thing."
Lucien looked down at me, surprise flickering across his features. I tightened my grip on his arm, silently daring him to pull away.
"Well, we should continue the tour," Lucien said, and was that amusement in his voice? "Jennifer, we'll see you at the meeting tomorrow."
As we walked away, I felt Jennifer's eyes burning into my back.
"You have a lot of very... dedicated employees," I said, my tone carefully neutral.
"They're good at their jobs," Lucien replied.
"I'm sure they are. Especially Jennifer, she seems very dedicated to... the work."
Now Lucien definitely smiled. "Are you jealous, Aria?"
"No!" I said too quickly. "Why would I be jealous? I'm just observing that your female employees seem particularly... attentive."
"Attentive?"
"Yes. Very attentive, especially to you."
Lucien stopped walking and turned to face me, his grey eyes dancing with something I hadn't seen in months. Amusement, genuine, unguarded amusement.
"You're jealous," he said, and he sounded delighted.
"I am not jealous! I'm just... concerned about workplace professionalism."
"Concerned about workplace professionalism," he repeated, his lips twitching.
"Yes. That Jennifer woman was practically throwing herself at you. And you didn't even notice!"
"I noticed," he said softly, stepping closer. "But I only have eyes for one woman, even when she's spent five months trying to leave me."
My breath caught. The way he was looking at me now…
"Lucien..." I whispered.
"Come on," he said, taking my hand. "There's one more place I want to show you."
He led me to a small room at the end of the executive floor. It was clearly his private space, comfortable leather furniture, bookshelves lined with business journals, and a small kitchenette.
"This is where I come when I need to think," he said, closing the door behind us. "Or when I need to escape the chaos of running a company."
I walked to the window, taking in the view. "It's so beautiful."
"Yes," he said, but when I turned around, he wasn't looking at the view. He was looking at me. "It is."
Heat flooded my face again. "Stop that."
"Stop what?"
"Looking at me like... like that."
"Like what, Aria?"
"Like you..." I trailed off, unable to finish.
Like you still love me, I thought. Like I haven't spent months destroying us.
Lucien crossed the room in three strides, stopping just inches away from me. Close enough that I could smell his cologne, feel the warmth radiating from him.
"You were jealous," he said, his voice low and intimate.
"Maybe a little," I admitted grudgingly.
"Why?"
"Because..." I looked up at him, my heart hammering. "Because you're mine, and I don't like other women looking at what's mine."
Something blazed in his eyes. "Yours?"
"Yes, mine!" The words burst out before I could stop them. "I know I've been terrible, I know I don't deserve you, but you're still my husband and I don't like those women looking at you like..."
Lucien's phone rang, cutting off my rant.
He ignored it, his eyes still locked on mine.
It rang again… and again.
"You should get that," I said reluctantly.
"It can wait."
"Lucien, it's ringing nonstop. It might be important."
He sighed, pulling the phone from his pocket. Then, I watched all the color drain from his face.
"What?" I asked. "What is it?"
"It's my mother," he said, and the joy from moments ago had completely vanished, replaced by something that looked like dread. "I need to take this."
He answered, stepping away from me. "Mother, this isn't a good time..."
I couldn't hear the other end of the conversation, but I watched Lucien's expression grow more and more tense. His free hand clenched into a fist as his jaw tightened.
The silence in Lucien's office was suffocating.
Helena Blackwood stood in the center of the room like a queen surveying her domain, her steel-grey eyes was so similar to Lucien's yet infinitely colder, fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin prickle.
"Mother," Lucien said again, and I heard the carefully controlled tension in his voice. "As I said, I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow."
"Yes, you've made that abundantly clear." Helena's gaze didn't leave me. "I can see I've interrupted... something."
The way she said 'something' made it sound distasteful and improper.
I felt Lucien's hand tighten slightly on my waist where he'd caught me from falling. He hadn't let go yet, and I could feel the tension radiating through him.
"You've interrupted my lunch," Lucien said evenly. "Aria brought me food from home."
Helena's eyes flicked to the containers on his desk, then back to me. "How... domestic."
It wasn't a compliment.
"Mrs. Blackwood," I tried again, forcing a smile. "It really is wonderful to finally meet you. Lucien has told me so much about you."
"Has he?" One perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched. "How curious. He's told me remarkably little about you." She moved closer, her heels clicking against the marble floor with military precision. "In fact, for the first three months of your marriage, I wasn't even aware of your existence."
I felt the words land like a slap. Lucien's jaw clenched beside me.
"That was my decision, Mother," he said quietly. "Not Aria's."
"Yes, I'm sure it was." Helena's tone suggested she believed otherwise. "You've always been... protective of your private affairs." She said before she turned her full attention to me, and I fought the urge to step back. "Stand up straight, girl. Let me look at you properly."
I straightened instinctively, hating myself for the automatic obedience but unable to stop it. There was something about her presence that demanded compliance.
Aria's POVGeneva was cold. A sharp, biting wind blew off the lake, and the city felt gray and institutional. We checked into a hotel that didn't have a name on the outside, just a discreet black door and a concierge who recognized Lucien on sight."David Park is in the suite," Lucien said as we stepped into the elevator. "He’s found the address. Mercer is staying in a villa in Cologny. High security, private docks, the works.""It’s a fortress," I said, checking the feed on my phone. "But every fortress has a weak point. Usually, it’s the people who work there.""Park is already working on the staff," Lucien said. "But we need to move fast. If Mercer sees the jet on the tarmac, he’ll know we’re here."&
Aria's POVHe stayed behind me for a long moment, the heat of his presence grounding me even as the data on the screen tried to pull me into a vortex of paranoia. I could feel the slight tension in his posture. He was looking at the graphs, but I knew he was really looking at me."The jet is fueled," he said, his voice regaining its usual steady cadence. "But before we go, I want to know exactly what you’re planning to do with that information. You’re not just going to hand it to David Park, are you?"I turned the chair around, looking up at him. "Park is good for finding people, Lucien. But he doesn't understand the nuance of behavioral economics. He sees a target, I see a pattern. If we just go to Geneva and try to
Aria's POVI sighed and took a bite. "Fine. But you're paying for this.""I always pay, Aria. It’s part of the contract."We ate in a comfortable, loaded silence for a few minutes. Lucien watched me with that steady, unhurried attention that always made me feel like he was reading my thoughts in real-time. He wasn't the "Dark Lord" right now, he was just a man enjoying a meal with his wife, but the authority was still there, woven into the way he sat and the way he held his glass."Mercer isn't just a consultant," I said, setting my fork down after the required three bites. "I went back through the LSE alumni records while you were on that call with David Park. He did
Aria's POV"Always," he replied.He didn’t move. He stayed right there, looming over me in the confined space of the elevator, his hand still firm on the back of my neck. The elevator began its smooth, silent descent, and for a few seconds, the only sound was the faint hum of the machinery and the steady rhythm of his breathing.I looked up at him, my heart still doing that strange, fluttering thing. "You didn’t tell me Halloway was on the list. You let me walk into that room thinking we were just fishing.""I told you I had the beginning of an idea," Lucien said, his voice dropping into that low, resonant tone that always seemed to vibrate right through me. "I didn't want you overthinking your performance. If you kne
~Aria's POV~The boardroom of the Blackwood building felt like a courtroom. Twelve men and women sat around the long glass table, their faces masks of professional indifference. At the head of the table, Lucien sat with his jacket unbuttoned, looking bored, his fingers drumming a slow, rhythmic beat on the surface.I sat to his right. I’d chosen a sharp, emerald-green suit, a color Lucien had once called 'dangerous.' I had my tablet open, but I wasn't looking at spreadsheets. I was looking at the people in the room."The Victor Hale situation has been handled," Lucien said, his voice flat and unhurried. "The police have him. The acquisition strategy he was pursuing is dead.""And the Mercer connection
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Aria's POVLucien was still standing by the darkened television, his silhouette cast in jagged red by the emergency lights. He looked like a king standing amidst the ruins of his palace. His chest was heaving, his hand still white-knuckled around the grip of his gun."Lucien?" I
Aria's POV I didn't waste a second. I grabbed a trench coat to cover my disheveled state and followed Marcus and Chen down the private elevator. The air in the garage felt different, it was thicker and charged with the kind of static that precedes a storm."We take the armored SUV," Mar
Aria's POV.Helena circled me slowly, like a jeweler examining a stone for flaws. I felt her gaze catalog every detail, my casual clothes, my minimal makeup, my simple ponytail."Hmm," she said finally, and the sound conveyed volumes of disapproval."Mother," Lucien's voice held a warn
“This is an agreement I've had my lawyers draft. It's quite simple, really. You have six months to conceive an heir to the Blackwood fortune. If you succeed, you'll continue as Lucien's wife with all the privileges that entails." She paused, letting that sink in. "If you fail, yo







