LOGINFor a second, I couldn’t breathe and I could feel the ground shake beneath my feet.
My phone slipped from my hand as panic took over. I started dressing frantically, fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. “I don’t know what you just heard,” He said, stopping me at the door, “but let my driver take you. You look out of it.” I barely managed to say a “thank you” before rushing out. The hospital smelled like antiseptic and something else I can't pinpoint. Dread sat heavy in my chest as I rushed inside. Seeing my Dad motionless in the hospital bed, with tubes, wires, machines barely keeping him alive broke something deep inside me. I knelt beside him, tears streaming down my face and soaking the sheets. I can’t lose my Dad like this. I refuse to lose him at all. A knock on the door jolted me up; I turned towards the door and saw Victor making his way to me. I stood up and met him halfway, launching myself into his arms; I broke down the second time today. “They don’t know when he is going to wake up.” I cried into his chest. “They don’t know anything at all! I can’t lose him like this, Victor” He held me while I cried into his chest, patting me. “Your father will wake up soon. That man is one of the strongest and most stubborn people I know. He will fight death and win, I promise you.” Victor is my haven. He is my father’s associate and his closest friend; I’ve known him since forever. I remember how he used to help me with my assignments whenever my Dad got too busy with work, sneaked me cookies and chocolate behind his back, and guided me through business classes when I started my degree; He practically raised me with my Dad. He pulled back and wiped my tears, “You have to be strong for your father right now, Aria. I need to discuss some things with you. Let’s go somewhere more private.” I followed him to the hospital’s rooftop. “What do you want to tell me, Victor?” I asked him. He sighed and then said, “It’s the company, Aria. I need you to listen carefully to what I’m about to say.” I nodded at him, and he continued, “Your father’s accident has reached the press.” He paused, “The stock reacted faster than we anticipated.” My stomach clenched, “How bad was the dip” “Fifteen percent two hours ago. It’s dipping fast; the investors are worried, Ari.” He answered solemnly. I shook my head, “Why is it dipping so fast? He is still alive.” “Yes, but he is incapacitated. The board needs stability.” Victor met my eyes, “You have to step in as the heir.” I laughed weakly, “I’m barely holding myself together.” Victor sighed, “Aria, you are a Valen, Sebastian’s only heir; it doesn’t matter if you’re ready or not. You have to take your father’s place to save the company. The weight of his words pressed down on my chest. “So what happens when I take over? Surely, that’s not the only thing that’s going to save the company. Fifteen percent is a big loss.” Victor let out a wry smile. “Smart girl. You are truly your father’s daughter.” He smiled proudly. I frowned, waiting for his response. “A temporary merger.” He finally answered, “With a stable, well-capitalized company. It would reassure the market, freeze the decline, and buy us time until your father recovers.” I nodded, “What company are we talking about?” Victor hesitated, just for a moment. “Blackwood Holdings.” That sounded familiar, and then it suddenly clicked. “Isn’t that our rival company? Why would we want to merge with them?” “Their CEO is known for clean takeovers and discretion,” he continued smoothly, “Aligning with this company will give us the stability that we direly need. It also brings about stability and a clear growth strategy.” He finished. I frowned; “So what’s in it for them? He is a businessman, surely he won’t agree to this unless he’s going to gain something from it.” This made Victor shift uncomfortably, “He made a request, Aria.” “Tell me.” I urged. “He will only agree to the merger if you marry his son.”“Look, if you don’t want to go, we can make an appearance and leave early. Or we can skip the whole thing.”I was taken aback. “You’d do that?”“Of course.”“But it’s your family’s event.”“And you’re my wife.”The ache returned, sharper this time.I wanted to tell him that he made this marriage easier than it had any right to be. That his thoughtfulness sometimes frightened me more than Lucien’s intensity because I could imagine getting used to it.I wanted to tell him that I was sorry. Instead, I reached across the island and stole a piece of chicken from his plate.He stared at me.“Seriously?”“Marriage is about sharing.”“That’s not what you said when I asked for a bite of your dessert last week.”“I was protecting you from unnecessary sugar.”“You ate the entire thing!”“And look how healthy you are.”He shook his head, grinning.For the rest of dinner, we argued about terrible films, embarrassing childhood stories, and whether pineapple belonged on pizza. Micah confessed that h
If there was one thing I had learned about Micah, it was that he could make the simplest things, like dinner, a whole big deal.I stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching Micah Blackwood move around the stove with the confidence of a man who had never burned a meal.He was wearing a black T-shirt, grey sweatpants, and an apron that read Kiss the Chef.I stared at it. Then at him. Then back at the apron.“Please tell me that doesn’t belong to you.”Micah glanced down at his chest. “What?”“The apron.”He looked offended. “What’s wrong with it?”“Nothing. I was just wondering what the main focus is supposed to be. The chef or the meal?”I glanced at his apron once again and scrunched my nose. “What a hideous apron.”He laughed, shaking his head as he stirred something in a saucepan.“Careful, Mrs. Blackwood. Insult the chef and you might end up eating cereal.”Mrs. Blackwood. It landed oddly, two words that sounded entirely different depending on whose mouth they came o
I did not sleep. I couldn’t. That was the first problem with choosing with my head: it kept me up all night arguing with my heart, and my heart, unlike my head, had no concept of closing arguments.By six, I’d given up on the ceiling. By seven, I was dressed in a charcoal pantsuit sharp enough to double as armor and slipping out of the house before anyone else was awake. On the way past the dining room, I caught sight of a sticky note on the table, stuck to Micah’s half-finished mug in his truly terrible handwriting.Pasta tonight? I’m cooking. Don’t say no.I ate that note’s worth of guilt for breakfast.Stella met me at the elevator with a coffee in each hand, took a glance at me, and shook her head.“You look like you lost an argument with a pillow.”“The pillow cheated.” I took the coffee gratefully. “Anything from Asher?”“He texted at four a.m. Quote, still digging, tell her to drink water. Unquote.” She handed me my tablet. “I believe that’s his version of a hug.”“It’s better
“No, Aria. I don't.”He said it without hesitation.“I remember searching everywhere for you afterward. I wanted to find you again, and I had no idea who you were or where you came from. Who knew you'd turn out to be Sebastian's daughter and, eventually, my daughter-in-law?”He said the last part as though the words tasted like poison.Then his gaze settled on me, unwavering.“You don't know how hard I've tried to stay away from you, Aria. How many times I've told myself you're off-limits. How many times I've reminded myself that you're Micah's wife.”He dragged a hand through his hair and sighed.“I tried to convince myself that what I felt was temporary. That it was the circumstances, the attraction, the fact that I never expected to see you again after that night. I thought if I kept my distance, whatever this was would eventually disappear.”“And did it?”His laugh was humorless.“Look at me and tell me what you think.”I couldn't.Because the truth was written all over his face,
For a moment, we sat in silence.I stared at Lucien, trying to reconcile the man sitting in front of me with the young man who had once trusted my mother enough to consider her a sister.She had ruined three lives and gotten away with it. That was what made me angriest. She had destroyed everything the first time and walked away without consequences. Now she was back, ready to ruin lives all over again.I pulled out my phone.I wouldn't let her have her way. Not this time.Lucien's eyes followed the movement. “What are you doing?”“Calling my ace.”“Who?”“Asher.”I scrolled through my contacts and pressed his number. He answered on the first ring.“Little boss.” His familiar, cocky voice came through the speaker. “If this is about the office, I'd like to remind you that I'm still waiting for my very generous working conditions to be improved.”I rolled my eyes. “Do you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?”“Not particularly. It's one of my most charming qualities.”I couldn't see
Aria’s POVBy the time Lucien finished telling me about the glass of water, I had stopped breathing properly.He told it flatly, the way you recite a thing you’ve rehearsed a thousand times in the dark so it can never ambush you again. The takeout. The picture from the beach. The floor tilting. The punch that had split his lip before he’d even understood what he was being accused of. He left out the worst of it, I think. I didn’t ask him to put it back in.“She drugged you,” I said. My voice came out smaller than I wanted it to. “My mother drugged you.”“She tried to.” He clenched his jaw. “There’s a difference, and I’ve spent a long time holding on to it.”“But she did!”I stood before I knew I was standing, some stupid, instinctive part of me wanting to cross the room and do something with my hands. He lifted one palm, just slightly, and I stopped.“I didn’t tell you for sympathy, Aria.”“Then why?”“Because you asked what kind of woman she is. That’s the answer.”I sat back down. T







