تسجيل الدخولDamian finally understands the depth of what he did to Aria… but I think the real danger is only beginning now. Who do you think is the ghost hiding behind all of this?
The air inside the bedroom hit his senses instantly. The room was closed off, and her scent still lingered faintly in the air. Vanilla and sweet almond oil.Damian closed his eyes, his throat working a hard swallow.He opened his eyes and walked slowly toward the left side of the massive king-sized bed. He stopped next to her dark wood bedside table.Something shiny caught the dim light.Damian’s breath stalled.Sitting bare on the polished wood was the ruby red ring. The ring he had proposed with. The ring he had slid onto her finger the night he told her he loved her. Damian reached down and picked it up. He gripped it tightly in his palm, the sharp edges of the diamond halo pressing painfully into his skin."Damian."The deep voice broke the heavy silence of the bedroom.Damian turned around.Sebastian was standing just inside the doorway. He was wearing his heavy dark overcoat, his jaw locked tight. He was holding a sleek black tablet in his hand.Damian stopped at the edge of th
Damian cut the engine of the dark sedan.The underground parking garage of his residential high-rise was completely silent. He sat behind the leather steering wheel for a long time, his hands resting heavily on his thighs.He pushed the car door open. His heavy boots echoed off the concrete as he walked toward the private elevator. He pressed the button for the top floor. The machinery hummed smoothly, lifting him higher and higher above the city streets.The elevator chimed. The heavy steel doors slid open.Damian stepped forward, stopping directly on the threshold.The broken glass, the ruined table, the dead roses—all of it was gone. The cleaning crew had erased every single trace of the disaster. The hardwood floors were polished. The furniture was aligned perfectly. The air smelled of sharp lemon disinfectant and wood polish.It did not look like a home. It felt like a graveyard.Damian walked slowly into the massive space. The silence bit at his skin, cold and suffocating, wrapp
The entire left side of his jawbone was swollen into a massive, deep purple mass. A yellowish-black bruise ringed his right eye, forcing it half-shut. His bottom lip was split wide open, heavily scabbed with dried blood."Leo," Aria whispered, the teasing completely gone. She leaned forward over the table. "Your face."Leo didn't look at her. He picked up a paper packet of sugar and tore the top off. "It’s fine. Sit back.""It is not fine," Aria said, her voice trembling. "I don't know what you are doing for this extra cash, but I don't want you getting beaten half to death to buy me things I don't need.""I didn't buy you anything," Leo grunted. He poured the sugar into his black coffee. "And my face is my business.""He is completely impossible to talk to," Rose huffed loudly, pulling herself back up onto the seat. She slapped her hands flat on the table. "But whatever! Today is your day off, and we have a schedule!"Rose turned around and waved frantically at a waitress standing be
𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘:𝙄’𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧, 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚. 𝙄𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚. 𝙎𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨. 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙨
Sebastian was waiting by the ruined gates, leaning against the hood of the sedan. He took one look at the devastated, hollow face and did not ask a question. They got into the car. The drive back into the city happened in absolute, suffocating silence. When they walked out of the private elevator and into the corporate suite at the Obsidian hotel, the heavy tension in the air was immediately broken by the sharp, raw sound of a baby crying. Damian stopped near the doorway. Mateo stood in the center of the spacious living area. Sitting nervously on the edge of the expensive leather sofa was a terrified woman. In her arms, wrapped tightly in a thick blanket, was a little girl. Damian slowly walked forward, his boots quiet on the plush carpet. The child looked to be exactly one year old. She had a mop of soft blonde hair and bright, striking green eyes. She looked exactly like Cassandra. The baby was crying loudly. Her small face was red, clearly confused and frightened by the
The impact echoed loudly down the quiet street. The electronic lock snapped with a violent crack. The massive metal gates swung forcefully inward, scraping deep, ugly gouges into the pavement. The security alarms instantly triggered, shrieking into the night.Damian threw the car into park, shoved his door open, and marched up the long, paved driveway. He reached the heavy oak front doors, lifted his heavy boot, and kicked the wood directly over the deadbolt. The expensive frame splintered inward. The door flew open, slamming against the interior wall with a massive crash.He walked straight into the grand marble foyer, his boots tracking dirt across the pristine tile.Desmond Hale rushed out of his private study at the end of the hall, hurriedly tying a silk robe around his waist. His face was bright red with sudden outrage."What the hell is the meaning of this?!" Desmond roared. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the towering figure standing in his hallway.Damian wore a rui
Aria woke before the sun reached the windows of Unit 40B. The apartment was silent, the kind of heavy, pressurized quiet that made the sound of her own breathing feel too loud. She didn’t move for a long time, lying flat on her back with her eyes fixed on the ceiling. Her body felt heavy, anchored t
The car arrived at The Obsidian ten minutes later. The driver didn’t speak. He simply pulled into the private underground garage and waited for Aria to step out.Aria walked to the lifts that served the residential floors. She didn’t take the freight lift. She did exactly what Damian had ordered. Sh
"I haven't," she lied, her breath hitching. Damian’s grip tightened slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her understand that the lie was useless. "Your heart is telling me something else. It's racing, Aria. Just like it was when you were on my lap. Just like it was when I told you to o
“Or I’ll make it hurt more than it has to.”But there was no mercy in his eyes, only a feral hunger that made her stomach clench. His mouth hovered just above her navel, his exhales ghosting over the damp cotton in warm, deliberate puffs that made her muscles twitch involuntarily. She hated how her







