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The penthouse had become a tomb.Three days had passed since the heavy oak door had clicked shut, swallowing Aria Hale into the dark corridor and leaving Damian Cross completely alone in the ruins of his life. In those seventy-two hours, the sun had risen and fallen over the Manhattan skyline, but the lights inside the luxury suite remained entirely extinguished. The heavy, automated blackout curtains were drawn tightly across the floor-to-ceiling windows, sealing the massive space in a suffocating, perpetual twilight.The air was dense and violently sour, smelling heavily of copper, stale oxygen, rotting roses, and the intoxicating, burning scent of high-proof alcohol.Damian was sitting on the floor in the exact center of the ruined living room, his back resting heavily against the frame of the overturned sofa.He was wearing the exact same clothes he had worn the day his world collapsed. His crisp white dress shirt was wrinkled and ruined, stained with dried, flaking streaks of his
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A fresh wave of horror and grief washed over her, but she aggressively forced it down. She refused to break down again. She walked over to the edge of the mattress and sat down, the springs groaning loudly beneath her weight. She felt completely, utterly broken. Her head throbbed with a vicious migraine, and her bones ached with a deep, settling exhaustion.She slowly unbuttoned her heavy wool coat, letting it fall open but keeping it on for warmth as the room's radiator weakly clanked to life. She reached into her pocket, pulling out the remaining cash, and spread it out on the faded bedspread.Two hundred and forty-five dollars left.Aria stared at the bills, her exhausted mind trying to run the calculations. If she stayed in this cheap motel, paying sixty dollars a night, and ate only the cheapest food she could find at a corner bodega, this money would last her exactly four days. Maybe a week if she pushed it and skipped meals.And then what?
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The harsh, blinding glare of the morning sun was what finally pulled her back to consciousness.Aria gasped, her eyes snapping open as a brilliant beam of light sliced through the scratched plexiglass of the bus shelter, hitting her directly in the face. For one fraction of a second, her sleep-addled brain thought she was back in the penthouse. She expected to feel the heavy, warm expanse of Damian’s chest pressed against her back, the soft Egyptian cotton sheets tangled around her legs.Then, the freezing New York wind whipped across her exposed neck, and the brutal, suffocating reality violently crashed down on her.She was not in a bed. She was lying curled on her side on a freezing metal bench on a deserted sidewalk.Aria squeezed her eyes shut, a jagged, breathless whimper escaping her cracked lips. The memory of the previous night slammed into her mind like a physical blow. The ruined roses. The shattered glass. The terrifying, dead look in
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Desmond Hale.Her father. The man who had publicly cut all ties with her, announcing to the world that she was dead to him. The man who had looked away while Cassandra abused her for years. He was a cold, calculating, selfish man, but he was her blood. He was the only family she had left in the world. Surely, if his pregnant, penniless daughter showed up at his doorstep freezing to death in the middle of the night, he wouldn't let her stay on the street.Aria forced herself to stand. Her legs were incredibly weak, trembling beneath her weight, but she forced them to move.She walked for another agonizing hour. The miles stretched endlessly, her boots dragging heavily against the pavement. By the time she finally reached the exclusive, heavily guarded neighborhood where her father’s sprawling estate was located, she was completely exhausted. Her vision was spotting with dark edges, her stomach cramping lightly from the physical exertion and the lack of food
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