LOGINAria's POV
By five o'clock, the light in the study had shifted from bright to that flat, tired gold that meant the day was almost done. I'd been through Victor's entire financial portfolio twice and had three pages of notes that I kept second guessing myself on.
Not because the analysis was wrong. Because every time I wrote something down, some part
Aria's POVI called Carol Webb at eight o'clock exactly.She picked up on the third ring, slightly out of breath, which meant she'd just gotten back from the dog walk. I introduced myself simply, just Aria Blackwood, Lucien's wife, calling personally because I wanted her to hear directly from us rather than through the news cycle.She was guarded for the first two minutes. Polite but careful, the way people are when they're waiting to find out what you actually want. I didn't rush it. I asked about the project timeline, acknowledged the injunction straightforwardly without making it dramatic, and told her exactly what I'd told Lucien I would. Personal grievance, procedural noise, substance of the agreement unchanged.There was a pause after that.
Aria's POVIn the morning it was a different story.I woke up to find his side of the bed empty and the sound of his voice coming from the study down the hall, low and clipped in a way that meant the call had started badly and wasn't improving. I lay there for a moment listening to the tone of it without being able to make out the words.I checked the time. 6:14.I got up.~~~He was at his desk in yesterday's shirt, which meant he'd either slept very little or not at all. There were three empty coffee cups lined up on the edge of the desk like a small, depressing monument. He saw me in the doorway and held up one finger without breaking the call.I went to the kitchen, made a
Aria's POV"Yes," he said quietly. "You are."We stayed like that for a bit. The city outside kept going. The phone on his desk buzzed twice and he ignored it both times, which was practically a miracle."Victor's going to find out about Emma today," I said into his chest. "When his Nevada move falls through.""I know," he said."He's going to be angry," I said."Good," Lucien said. "Angry people make mistakes.""So do people who feel like they're winning," I said.He pulled back slightly to look at me. "Meaning?""Meaning don't get comfortable," I said. "Emma was one source. If he's been at this for two years
Aria's POVI stayed close.Not in the room, that was Lucien's to handle and I had enough sense to know it. But I stayed in the kitchen just down the hall, close enough that if anything went sideways I was there.Chen sat with me. He didn't say much, just made himself a coffee and leaned against the counter the way he did when he was keeping watch without making it obvious. I appreciated that about Chen. He never made a performance out of anything.The conversation in the study lasted twenty three minutes. I knew because I was watching the clock on the microwave without meaning to.When Emma came out, I heard her heels in the hallway. I didn't look up from the cup I was pretending t
Aria's POVThe next morning started quietly.I woke up before Lucien for once, which almost never happened. He was still asleep when I slipped out of bed, his face relaxed in a way it never quite managed during waking hours. I stood there for a second looking at him, then went to make coffee.Marcus arrived at eight with Chen right behind him. They both had that slightly charged energy that meant something had happened overnight."Talk," I said, handing Marcus a cup without asking if he wanted one.He took it automatically. "Victor made a move last night. He tried to accelerate the Nevada acquisition. Pushed through two purchase orders after market close through a third party broker.""W
Aria's POVBy five o'clock, the light in the study had shifted from bright to that flat, tired gold that meant the day was almost done. I'd been through Victor's entire financial portfolio twice and had three pages of notes that I kept second guessing myself on.Not because the analysis was wrong. Because every time I wrote something down, some part of my brain already knew what the next line was going to be before I got there. And I still couldn't tell why.I put the papers down and stretched my neck.Lucien was still at his desk. He'd taken his jacket off at some point and rolled up his sleeves, which he always did when he'd been working for too long. He was on a call, speaking quietly, something about a regulatory filing. I gathered my
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
I spent the next few hours pacing the length of the room until my feet were sore. The plush carpet felt like sandpaper against my skin, and every time I caught my reflection in the darkened window, I saw a woman I barely recognized. I wasn't the cold, calculating Aria who ha
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







