LOGIN"You're playing with fire, little stepsister." When Aria's mother marries into the Steele empire, she never expected to live with HIM—Marcus Steele, the notorious playboy who makes her blood boil and her heart race in equal measure. He's dangerous. Forbidden. And completely off-limits. But Marcus has other plans. Every warning is laced with temptation. Every touch lingers too long. And when he backs her against the wall and whispers, "Don't start something you can't finish," Aria knows she's in trouble. Their attraction is explosive. Their situation is impossible. And the secrets lurking in the Steele mansion might be more dangerous than their forbidden feelings. Can Aria resist the one man she's supposed to stay away from? Or will Marcus break down every wall she's built—and steal her heart in the process? (Enjoy up to 5 thrilling Episodes per day so prepare to never have a dull moment with Aria and everyone ….and this is the first book)
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Terbakar!Rasa panas menjalar menembus tulang, suara teriakan terdengar. Jeritan dan erangan pilu makin menjadi, tetapi aku terkurung dalam ruang yang gelap.Tidak bisa bergerak.Tap! Tap! Tap!Suara langkah kaki berat mendekat, aku tak bisa menoleh. Tubuhku tak bisa dikendalikan, seperti bukan milikku.Tiba-tiba. Sebuah tangan melingkar pada pinggangku. "Syuttt, kamu tidak akan mati!" Seseorang memelukku dari belakang. 'siapa?'Akhhh!!!Mati...dia bilang aku tak akan mati. Ta-tapi mengapa, leherku begitu sakit. Seolah-olah terbakar?!***Dia adalah awal dan akhir sebuah Tradegy. Yang berarti indah, dan bisa berarti menyakitkan.Cahaya yang berbunyi di langit Elydra yang gelap, lahir dan tumbuh di sebuah desa kecil bernama Clossiana Frigga. Tempat manusia tinggal dan hidup dari bayang-bayang hutan pinus penuh misteri, dibatasi gunung batu utara yang curam, serta memiliki lautan dan sugai bening yang tak terjama kedalamannya.Warga desa percaya, kalau ada sesuatu yang mengerikan dalam lautan. Jadi kami mengambil, tidak menyelam. Meski hidup dalam ketakutan dunia luar, desa ini cukup damai dan sejahtera, indah dengan pohon-pohon berwarna jingga layaknya musim gugur. Ada juga yang hijau, tetapi sebagai pohon yang tumbuh di wilayah Clossiana Frigga, adalah jingga, kekuningan, dan coklat. Tumbuh secara natural dari tanah yang subur.***"Emabell!" panggil seseorang, padaku yang sedang menikmati pemandangan dari jembatan kokoh yang menghadap langsung ke utara.Bahkan jebatan ini bisa menampung seluruh warga desa jika sedang banjir, dari sini, bangunan-bangunan desa terlihat sangat kecil. Konon katanya, jembatan ini dibangun oleh raja dari utara ke dua, untuk kekasihnya. Yang berujung perpecahan dunia Elydra.Sekarang, jembatan ini tinggal sejarah saja."Nike?!" Aku tau, orang yang suka datang ke jembatan ini selain aku. Ada Nike—Gadis cantik dengan perawakan tomboy. Nike itu cuma nama samaran, aslinya adalah Nirmala, tetapi ia lebih suka dipanggil Nike biar lebih keren saja katanya."Sedang memikirkan hal fantastis lagi tentang dunia ini Emabell?" tanyanya dengan nada mengejek. Akupun tertawa, "sekarang apa? Menciptakan jalan dengan membelah gunung utara? Atau, menciptatakan sayap untuk menjelajahi hutan pinus?" pikir Nike menyindir semua keinginan Emabell yang sangat mustahil.Tetapi aku tak pernah marah atau tersingung. Nike justru benar, mimpiku hanya terlalu luar biasa.Andai saja tak Aada aturan territory, mungkin hutan pinus bisa dijelajahi, dan gunung utara bisa didaki. "Hah!" Aku menghela nafasku berat. "Mungkin raja yang tinggal disana bisa mengerti, kalau bersama-sama akan jauh lebih baik bagi setiap territory," kataku sembari menatap ke arah gunung utara."Tapi mereka berbeda Abelll!""Memangnya kenapa kalau berbeda Nike? Kita 'kan, sama-sama bernafas!" ujarku sembari membari memayumkan bibirku ke kanan cemberut.Nike malah gemes. "Iya tahu, tapi bukan seperti itu juga konsepnya. Ingat, mereka yang hidup di balik pohon pinus, lautan, dan gunung. Bernafas selamanya, sedangkan kita hanya harus menikmati hidup dengan damai. Abell, bersama ck! Jangan mimpi!" jelasnya lagi."Benar, tapi Nike. Pernahkah kamu berpikir, untuk menaiki kuda, memakai jubah dan anak panah. Melintasi gunung dan lembah, atau berlari di hutan tanpa halang, serta berenang tanpa rasa takut?" tanyaku diakhir.Semuanya terdengar penuh dengan keinginan dan harapan.Nike makin bingung denganku."Bukan berlari di tengah hutan, tapi jadi santapan, bukan juga berenang, tapi mati sia-sia, bukan mendaki...tapi diperkosa oleh penduduk utara!" urainya membenarkan semua akibat dari keinginan Emabell barusan. "Kita manusia, fana, lemah...."Aku menimpali. "Tapi kita punya hati yang tulus....""Dan mereka tidak punya hati untuk membalas ketulusan kita!" sambung Nike kali ini di sertai tawa menyerigai—sebelum Nike mengambil alih keranjang buah yang ada di sampingku yang kosong. "Kita pulang dalam 10 menit lagi, jangan terlambat Emabell!" seru Nike sembari melambaikan tangannya padaku.Sebenarnya, memetik buah adalah tugasku. Akan tetapi, Nike selalu mengambil alih agar aku punya waktu mencari jamur obat untuk warga di dekat hutan pinus.Setiap datang aku hanya melihat sekilas, tak berani masuk karena itu bukanlah wilayah manusia. Jadi, aku hanya mencari di pinggir-pinggir hutan saja.Tetapi beberapa saat kemudian, aku menatap ke arah kiri dan kanan. Mengawasi, sebab di belakang pohon pinus ada jamur putih yang kubutuhkan.Namun saat aku hendak melangkah, lenganku malah di cekal oleh tangan seseorang. "Itu bukan bagian dari Clossiana Frigga!"DEG! Mataku membelalak.Satu yang kupikirkan, 'berbahaya!'Bersambung....The Presidential Medal of Freedom ceremony was surreal.Marcus and I stood in the East Room of the White House, surrounded by other recipients—scientists, artists, activists, people who'd dedicated their lives to making the world better."I don't belong here," I whispered to Marcus."We absolutely belong here.""These people cured diseases, created art, changed history.""So did we. Different method, same impact."Anna and Eleanor sat in the front row with Mom and Tom. Both girls wore formal dresses, looking older than their ages. Anna was filming everything on her phone (authorized media, very official). Eleanor was live-tweeting with approved hashtags."Your daughters are going to document our entire lives online," I muttered."It's their generation. Just be glad they're proud of us."The President arrived, delivering remarks about each recipient. When he got to us, I felt Marcus's hand tighten around mine."Marcus Steele and Aria Bennett-Steele co-founded the Anna Steele Foundation
Ten years after we met at that disastrous wedding, Marcus and I stood at Lake Chelan again."Remember this spot?" Marcus asked, pointing to the boulder where we'd found his mother's key."Hard to forget. Life-changing day.""Most of our days have been life-changing.""True. We don't do boring well."But we'd achieved boring. Wonderfully, beautifully boring. Anna was thirteen, Eleanor ten. Both thriving, both occasionally driving us insane. Lily visited regularly, a college freshman now, babysitting her sisters and rolling her eyes at their drama.The foundation had expanded to twenty countries, helped rescue thousands of trafficking victims, become internationally recognized for anti-trafficking work.Steele Industries was stable, profitable, ethical. Marcus had transformed it from his father's legacy to something his mother would be proud of.Richard had passed away two years ago—peacefully, in his sleep, surrounded by family. We'd mourned, celebrated his life, carried on his values.
Two years of peace. Two beautiful, boring, wonderfully uneventful years.Anna turned three. Lily turned five and started kindergarten. I got pregnant again—an easy pregnancy this time, no complications. Marcus balanced work and family seamlessly. We were happy.Then Morrison called."I know I'm retired," he started. "But I need to tell you something. In person."We met at a coffee shop, Morrison looking older, grayer, but still sharp."What's wrong?" Marcus asked immediately."Maybe nothing. Probably nothing. But there's been chatter—dark web forums, encrypted channels. Someone's asking about you two.""Asking what?""Where you live, your routines, vulnerable points. It might be nothing. Conspiracy theorists, true crime enthusiasts. But it felt wrong enough that I wanted to warn you.""Is this about the trafficking network?""I don't know. Everyone connected is dead or imprisoned. But there might be someone we missed. Someone with a grudge.""What do we do?""Be cautious. Vary your ro
Labor started three weeks early, in the middle of a foundation board meeting."I think my water just broke," I said calmly.Everyone stared."WHAT?" Marcus jumped up, panicking. "Now? Here?""Babies come when they want. Help me to the car."The drive to the hospital was chaos—Marcus speeding, calling everyone, forgetting to breathe. I was oddly calm, contractions manageable, focused on breathing exercises."We're almost there," Marcus kept saying. "Just hold on.""I'm not going to give birth in the car. Calm down.""I'm calm!""You're driving seventy in a thirty-five zone.""Because we're having a baby!""The baby will wait for a hospital."At the hospital, they confirmed I was in active labor—four centimeters dilated, contractions intensifying. Marcus immediately started timing everything, taking notes, generally being too involved."You're not the one giving birth," I reminded him during a particularly painful contraction."I know. I just want to help.""Then hold my hand and stop n
I didn't sleep that night.By morning, I'd made a decision. One that terrified me but felt inevitable.I was going to tell my mother everything.No more waiting for the perfect time. No more lies. Just honesty, consequences be damned.I found her in the sunroom, reading with her morning coffee."Mo
The next week was hell in ways I hadn't anticipated.Ethan, surprisingly, said yes to dinner. We went to a casual Italian place near campus, and he was charming, funny, everything a normal college guy should be.And I felt nothing."You seem distracted," he observed over dessert. "Everything okay?"
The coffee after the art exhibit was when things unraveled.Ethan and I found a quiet café, settling into a corner booth. He ordered us both lattes, chatting about the exhibits we'd seen, seemingly oblivious to my distraction.Then he got serious."Aria, I need to ask you something. And I need you
The next two weeks were agony.Every time my phone buzzed, I expected it to be Amber. Every family dinner felt like waiting for a bomb to explode. Marcus and I barely saw each other except in passing—we'd agreed to lay low after the blackmail incident.But the distance was killing us both.This suc






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