LOGINAria's POV
Lucien pushed off the counter and came to sit beside me at the table. He sat close, his arm against mine, and looked at the tablet screen over Chen's shoulder.
"You know," he said quietly, just to me, "when I married you I genuinely thought I was getting a wife."
"You got a wife," I said.
"I got a wife
Aria's POVHe turned back to his phone without letting go of my hand.I looked at our hands for a second, then at him. He was reading something on his screen with complete focus, like holding my hand while doing something else was entirely normal. Like he'd decided it was happening and that was the end of the discussion.Which, with Lucien, it usually was.I looked back at the window and said nothing. Outside, Los Angeles was doing its usual loud, indifferent thing. In here the study was quiet except for the occasional sound of him scrolling.After a few minutes he said, without looking up, "Stop thinking so loudly.""I'm not doing anything," I said."You're sitt
Aria's POVHe was already at his desk when I walked in, jacket off, sleeves rolled to the elbow, pulling up something on his screen with the focused efficiency of a man who had already mentally moved on to the next problem.I sat on the sofa across the room without being told to and pulled my knees up.He glanced at me. "Comfortable?" he said."Very," I said. "Thank you for asking."His mouth did that thing. The almost smile that never quite committed. He looked back at his screen."Who are we calling?" I asked."A man named David Park," he said. "He runs a private intelligence firm out of Singapore. He's done work for me before, discreet, thorough, doesn't ask questions he doesn't need answered."
Aria's POVLucien pushed off the counter and came to sit beside me at the table. He sat close, his arm against mine, and looked at the tablet screen over Chen's shoulder."You know," he said quietly, just to me, "when I married you I genuinely thought I was getting a wife.""You got a wife," I said."I got a wife and apparently a full intelligence division," he said."Is that a complaint?" I said.He considered it. "No," he said. "It's more of an observation.""Observe away," I said.He leaned slightly closer. "You have coffee on your shirt," he said.I looked down. There was a small brown spot on
Aria's POV"There are parts of my business that are structured in ways that require a certain level of separation," he said. "Not because anything improper is happening. But because the nature of those investments means information has to be contained. Even from people I trust.""Even from your wife," I said."Even from my wife," he said. He held my gaze. "I know how that sounds.""It sounds like there's a significant part of your life you've decided I don't get access to," I said."It's not a decision I made lightly," he said quietly.I looked at him. He wasn't being cold and he wasn't being dismissive. He was being genuinely, carefully honest about the fact that he wasn't going to tell me, which was somehow both more frus
Aria's POVChen did lecture us about nutrition.For approximately four minutes while he served what turned out to be a very good chicken and vegetable soup, he explained in calm but firm terms that the human body could not sustain itself on coffee and toast and occasional lamb chops, regardless of how busy the schedule was.Lucien listened with the expression of a man enduring something he knew he deserved."He's right," I said."Don't encourage him," Lucien said."I'm always right," Chen said, sitting down with his own bowl. "You're both welcome."We ate. It was comfortable and warm and ordinary in the best possible way. Lucien asked Che
Aria's POVThe meeting wrapped up at twelve thirty.The investor communication strategy got approved, Gerald Portman asked three sharp questions that I answered before the legal team could, and Howard Briggs said nothing else for the remainder of the session. By the end, the energy in the room had shifted from cautious to something closer to steady.As people filed out, Sandra stopped beside me."That was a good read on the filing," she said quietly. Not effusive, just direct. The kind of compliment that meant something because it wasn't trying to mean too much."Thank you," I said.She nodded and left.Gerald was the last one out. He paused at the door and looked back at Lucien. "Smart wo
Aria's POVI headed for the library. I didn't need a nurse, a guard, or a confession. I had the only weapon that mattered, my own mind. And I was going to use it to bring out every truth he was hiding.The heavy oak doors of the library clicked shut behind me, sealing out the
Aria's POVI quietly shook off the skeptism slowly rising in my heart.~~~The morning sun hit the glass walls of the medical suite with a cold, unforgiving brightness. I sa
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







