LOGINSo Lucien didn't trust her either. Smart man.
"That's fine," I said.
Twenty minutes later, the elevator doors opened and Lydia swept in like she owned the place.
She was stunning as always, designer dress, perfect hair and flawless makeup. The kind of beauty that came from having endless time and money to maintain it.
She rushed toward me, her arms outstretched.
"Aria! Oh my God, I was so worried!"
She wrapped me in a hug as I forced myself not to stiffen.
"I'm fine," I said, pulling back reluctantly. "Really."
Lydia's eyes went to my bandaged wrists as I saw something flash across her face. It was a flicker of satisfaction, quickly hidden behind concern.
"Fine? You tried to kill yourself!"
"I didn't try to kill myself," I said carefully, injecting just the right amount of weariness into my voice. "I just... I had a moment of weakness. I'm so tired, Lydia. So tired of all of this."
Perfect! Let her think I'm still broken and still desperate.
"I know, sweetheart. I know." Lydia grabbed my hands, her grip just a little too tight. "That's why you need to get out of here. Away from him."
"It's not that simple," I said, playing my part. "You know it's not. His security is everywhere, I can't just leave."
"That's why Ethan and I have been planning something." Lydia's eyes gleamed with barely concealed excitement. "We can get you out, Aria. But we need your help."
Here it comes, I thought. The trap.
"What kind of help?"
"There are some papers. Legal documents that would give Ethan power of attorney over your affairs. Just temporarily," she added quickly, seeing my hesitation. "Just until we can get you away from Lucien safely. That way, Lucien can't freeze your accounts or cut you off financially when you leave."
My stomach turned.
In my previous timeline, I'd signed those papers, signing away everything.
"I don't know, Lydia. That sounds risky."
"Risky? What's risky is staying here with a man who's clearly unstable! He has isolated you, Aria. He is clearly controlling you. Last night you were so desperate that you had to hurt yourself!" She squeezed my hands tighter. "Please. Trust me and trust Ethan. We only want to help you."
I let doubt and fear show on my face. "Can I think about it?"
Lydia's expression tightened with frustration, but she still forced a smile. "Of course. Of course you can think about it. But don't take too long, okay? Ethan is waiting. He wants to see you so badly."
"I know," I said softly. "Tell him... tell him I miss him too."
The lie tasted bitter on my tongue, Lydia's face lit up instantly.
"Really? Oh, Aria, that makes him so happy. He's been planning something special for you. A surprise." She leaned closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "He wants to take you away, just for a weekend. Somewhere Lucien can't find you, somewhere you can finally be free."
Somewhere they could finish what they started, I thought coldly.
"That sounds wonderful," I said, letting hope creep into my voice. "But how? Lucien watches me constantly."
"Leave that to us," Lydia said confidently. "Just be ready. And in the meantime, think about those papers, okay? It's really important."
She stood up, smoothing her dress as I caught the subtle calculation in her eyes as she happily thought she was winning.
"I should go," she said. "But I'll text you later. And Aria?" She touched my cheek with false tenderness. "Everything will be okay, I promise. You'll be with Ethan soon, and all of this will just be a bad memory."
The elevator doors closed on her satisfied smile.
I stood there, my hands clenched into fists.
Soon after, Marcus appeared in the doorway. "Mrs. Blackwood?"
"I'm fine," I said. "Is Lucien monitoring the apartment?"
Marcus hesitated, then nodded. "Audio only. He'll review the recording when he returns."
“He would think I'm playing him… again.“ I thought as I sighed heavily.
My phone buzzed.
Lydia: I'm so glad you're finally seeing reason! Ethan is thrilled. He says he loves you and can't wait to see you. I'll send you the papers tomorrow. Just sign them and we can start planning your escape!
I stared at the message, then typed a response.
Me: Okay. I'll look at them. Thank you for being such a good friend, Lydia.
Another message came through, this time, it was from Ethan.
Ethan: Lydia told me the good news. I knew you'd come around, beautiful. I've been patient, but it's been killing me being apart from you. Soon, very soon, you'll be mine, where you belong.
The possessiveness in his message would have thrilled me once, but now it just made me sick.
But I needed to keep up the act.
Me: I've missed you too. I'm sorry for making you wait.
Ethan: You're worth the wait. But don't make me wait much longer, Aria. My patience has limits.
And there it was, the subtle threat underneath the romance.
I set down my phone and went to the window, looking out at the city.
Seven months. I had seven months to turn the tables on them and seven months to somehow earn back Lucien's trust.
Though after he heard today's recording, I know that trust would be even more shattered.
The front door opened and my heart leaped involuntarily.
Lucien was back earlier than expected.
He strode into the living room as I gasped at his impeccable physique accentuated by his long legs. But there was something darker in his expression now.
Marcus approached him immediately, speaking in low tones.
Instantly, I saw Lucien's jaw clench as his hands curled into fists at his sides.
Then he started moving toward me with that predatory grace as I shivered at the fury laced in his grey eyes.
"To my office," he said, his voice deadly calm. "Now!"
I followed him, my heart pounding hard.
As soon as we entered the office, he stop abruptly in his track and turned to face me making me hit his sturdy and firm chest with my little face.
~Aria's POV~I didn't wait to see if the man in the shadows would reappear. The roar of the SUV’s engine was getting closer, the tires screaming as they banked the curve toward the park. If I was caught here, in the middle of the night, blocks away from the safe house Lucien had built, there would be no explaining it away.I ran.I didn't head for the main road. I cut through the dense line of trees, my heart hammering against my ribs. I reached the back alley of a row of shops just as the black SUV pulled up to the spot where I had been standing. The headlights cut through the dark like searchlights, sweeping over the oak tree.I didn't look back. I found a parked delivery van and crouched behind it, my breath c
~Aria's POV~My fingers flew across the keyboard. I didn’t have much time. Lucien’s encryption was a beast, but the Axiom folder Hayes had mentioned was the key. I bypassed the biometric wall by using a localized server loop, a trick that felt so natural to my hands it was frightening.Buried in a sub-file labeled Legacy Logistics, I found it. It wasn't a dossier or a blueprint. It was a residential deed for a small townhouse in the Echo Park district. It was registered to a holding company, but the primary contact listed was a name I recognized from my hazy, fractured memories, Vane.I stared at the address. 1412 Willow Lane.I looked at the clock. 1:00 AM. Lucien would be at the office for at l
~Aria's POV~I stood in the kitchen for a moment, the silence of the penthouse ringing in my ears. Lucien thought those glass walls were impenetrable, but he’d forgotten that I was the one who had insisted on the smart-home upgrades last month. Or rather, I was the one who had helped the technicians while they were installing the internal intercom system.I moved quickly, my bare feet silent on the hardwood. I didn't go toward the conservatory. Instead, I ducked into the pantry and pulled out my phone. I opened the baby monitor app we’d installed just in case for the guest wing, but I’d synced it to the ambient noise sensors in the conservatory weeks ago when I was feeling particularly restless.
~Aria's POV~The tension from the previous night hadn't faded, it had just settled into the walls of the penthouse. Lucien had spent the early hours on a secure line in his study, his voice a low, jagged rumble that I could hear even through the vents. When he finally emerged for breakfast, he looked like he’d been at a war. He didn’t say much, but he stayed close, his hand resting on my back as I moved around the kitchen. It was his way of checking that I was still there, still real.Around noon, the elevator suddenly chimed. It was a sound that made both of us freeze. Lucien had supposedly locked down the floor, which meant whoever was coming had an override code he couldn't block.Marcus stepped out f
~Aria's POV~The day dragged on in a blur of forced normalcy. I moved through the penthouse like a ghost, Marcus trailing me with a silence that felt heavier than usual. By the time the sun began to dip behind the Manhattan skyline, the front door finally clicked open.Lucien didn’t head for the living room. He didn’t call out for me. He bypassed the kitchen entirely and walked straight toward his private study, his stride fast and clipped. There was an edge to his movements that suggested the board meeting hadn’t been his only concern today.I waited for a while, then stood up. I moved down the hallway, my feet silent on the thick carpet. The study door wasn't fully closed, a sliver of warm light
~Aria's POV~I reached for the device, but as my fingers brushed the sleek casing, a phantom sensation prickled at the base of my skull. It wasn't the sharp, clinical pain of the surgical table from my accident, but something older. A low, rhythmic hum, like a lullaby hummed in a deep voice.“Stay low, little sister. Don’t let them see the light of your eyes.”I gasped, my hand recoiling as if the tablet had burned me. Little sister. I stood there for a moment, my breath hitching in the silence of the library. I had asked him about Vane, the man with the scarred eyebrow from the security footage. Lucien had trembled at the mere mention of his name, his "Dark Lord" mask
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







