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Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband Chapter 47
The Monday morning air in the sub-basement felt heavier than usual, the scent of dust and old paper clinging to the back of Aria’s throat. She sat at her desk, staring at a stack of invoices that had been sitting there for an hour, but the numbers wouldn’t settle into focus. Her mind kept drifting back to the Saturday night party—the way the club had smelled of expensive gin and sea salt, the way Alex had laughed when she stumbled over a word, and the way he had looked at her as if she were a person instead of an object to be managed.It had been four hours of normalcy, and it had ruined her.The internal phone buzzed, vibrating against the metal surface of the desk. Aria jumped, her hand flying to her chest. She took a breath before answering.“Aria Hale,” she said.“Sarah,” the voice on the other end clipped. “Mr. Cross is in his office. He wants the final quarterly logs for the textile plants. Bring the physical ledger. Now.”“I’ll be there in five minutes,” Aria replied.She gathe
Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband Chapter 46
The air in the archives felt heavier than usual on the morning of August 22nd. Aria sat at her desk, her neck stiff and her body aching with a exhaustion that sleep couldn’t touch. Every time she moved, the high collar of her blouse rubbed against the fresh bruise Damian had left the night before—a hidden, throbbing reminder of her twenty-fourth birthday. She felt like a vessel that had been filled to the brim with a dark, suffocating liquid, and any sudden movement would cause her to spill over.The memory of his mouth, his weight, and the way he had claimed her in the dark played on a loop in her mind. He had called her “Little One.” He had told her she belonged to him. But as the sun rose over the Obsidian, the warmth of those words had evaporated, leaving behind only the cold reality of her situation. She was a secret. She was an asset. She was a body he used to drown out the silence of his own life.The internal phone rang at 10:30 AM.“Aria Hale,” she said, her voice sounding li
Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband Chapter 45
Aria sat at her metal desk in the sub-basement, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. The air in the archives was stagnant, despite the industrial fans humming in the corners. It was August 21st. The humid, heavy heat of a New York summer didn’t reach this far underground, but she could feel the weight of it in the silence. It was her twenty-fourth birthday. She waited for the internal line to ring, or for a text to vibrate against the desk. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. The only sound was the rhythmic clicking of the server rack. She pulled a stack of shipping invoices from 2018 toward her, her movements mechanical. She didn’t expect a cake or a card. In the Hale household, milestones were reserved for those who added value to the family name. Aria was merely a survivor of a tragedy her father had never forgiven. The phone finally rang at 11:00 AM. Aria’s pulse spiked, a small, treacherous part of her hoping for a single word of recognition. “Aria Hale,” she said. “Aria, get
Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband Chapter 44
The air in sub-basement Level B4 was always five degrees cooler than the rest of the building, a stagnant, artificial chill that seemed to seep directly into Aria’s bones. She sat at her small metal desk, her hands moving with a repetitive, mindless rhythm as she sorted through a crate of uncatalogued legal correspondences from the mid-nineties. The dust was thick, a gray film that coated her skin and the high collar of her knit top, but it was the only thing that felt real. The silence of the archives was no longer a sanctuary. After the dinner at the Hale estate the night before, the quiet felt like a trap. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the sharp, predatory look in Cassandra’s eyes when she’d commented on Aria being “flushed.” She could still feel the weight of Damian’s gaze from the other end of the mahogany table a silent, heavy pressure that told her he was watching her hide in plain sight. Aria looked at the clock on the wall. 10:15 AM. She had been in the basement
Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband Chapter 43
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 to the mattress by a dull, persistent ache that she couldn’t attribute to physical labor alone.It was a phantom weight, the lingering sensation of the day before the heat of Damian’s lap, the pressure of his hands on her ribs, and the brutal, unfinished intimacy in the study. She turned onto her side, pulling the duvet tighter around her shoulders, but the friction of the fabric against her skin only made the restlessness worse. Her skin felt sensitized, as if he had peeled away a layer of her armor and left her exposed to the air.She hated the way her mind replayed it. She hated the way her pulse jumped when she remembered the sound of his voice on the phone while he touched her, calm and
Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband Chapter 42
The call came at 10:47 AM.Aria was in the B3 basement archives, her hands gray with dust from organizing a decade-old shipping manifest, when her phone buzzed against the metal desk. The screen glowed in the dim fluorescent light.Executive Office.She stared at it for three rings before answering.“Miss Hale,” Sarah’s crisp voice said. “Mr. Cross requires your presence in his study. Immediately.”“I’m in the middle of—”“Immediately, Miss Hale.”The line went dead.Aria looked at the open boxes surrounding her desk, the half-catalogued files, the dust coating her fingertips. Her stomach tightened into a fist. He hadn’t summoned her since the lobby. Since he’d touched her spine in front of his executives and made her realize that nowhere was safe.She stood up, her legs unsteady. The ride to the penthouse felt like an ascent to execution.The penthouse was silent when she arrived. No lilies today. The air was clean, sterile, and cold. Aria walked through the foyer, her footsteps muffl
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