Masuk"Erased them?" Aria whispered, the breath leaving her lungs. "Grandfather... you mean you slaughtered an entire bloodline?""Aria, how many times must l articulate the same point? Honestly, you can be denser than your son."Arya rolled her eyes at the insult, numb to the shock. It was horrific, yes, but in the twisted context of the Griffin empire, it made terrifying sense. What baffled her was the survivor. "If you destroyed them, why keep Aston at your side? Why keep the heir of a family you annihilated?""I spared the boy-and a handful of the younger ones— because they possessed raw, malleable potential.""You spared him? Why?""Because while the estate was burning," Arthur said softly, his gaze drifting past her shoulder into the past, "you held his hand. You stood in front of him, barely four years old, and told me with absolute certainty that I was not allowed to touch him. I looked at my tiny granddaughter, defending a scrawny, trembling stray, and I wondered what could possibl
Aria was never one to dilly-dally, and definitely not now, not when she was on the razor edge of freedom.She drove straight to her grandfather's office, ignoring every guard bowing along the corridor as she stalked directly toward his door.She almost shoved it open violently, but years of rigid training held her back, forcing her spine ramrod straight to knock instead.Conditioned reflexes weren't that easy to shake."Who is it? I'm not expecting guests," a rough voice barked from inside. "Whoever you are, go back where you came from.""Grandfather, you know it's me.""I have no granddaughter."Aria rolled her eyes and turned the knob anyway."How dare you come into my office when I haven't summoned you?", Arthur snapped the second she stepped inside."Grandfather, I don't have time for this. I came to visit.""Visit me? Do I look like an old man in need of company?" He scrutinized her with cold, assessing eyes. "How is the plan with the Rothschilds coming along? I heard you perform
The wind rustled Aria's hair as she sped down the road, happy enough to actually laugh out loud.Her grandfather's style had been cramping on her freedom since she got back from France. Every day had been a subtle form of subservience, and Aria was getting tired of the delayed gratification. She could leave the company whatever fucking time she wanted now. And from the twenty million that Aston had actually credited into her account as the elusive AG, she could get a space for Rishers immediately.The Rothschilds’ biggest income tunnel was the procurement and distribution of textiles. Coincidentally, Aria was in dire need of textiles. Rishers in Los Altos would no longer be a dream, and she would no longer be anyone's stool to step over starting from today. It had been 26 years too much. If Hartley wanted to plot, Aria would plot better. If Liam wanted to plot— well, she had already plotted better than Liam. The people were fully in support of her, and this would assist in her en
Aria stepped into Hartie's office and immediately knew she was walking onto a stage as she came face to face with her sister.Hartie sat behind her polished mahogany desk, wearing an expression of pure, tragic grief. It was the face she always wore right before driving a knife between her ribs, her eyes glistening with her mouth turned down in delicate misery.Then Aria noticed the door on the adjoining wall.Usually it was sealed, but now the heavy double doors were pulled completely back, opening directly into the executive boardroom. The perks of being the big boss.Inside sat a dozen directors in dark, tailored suits, along with senior executives and legal counsel. At the far end of the long glass table, Valerie stood beside an empty chair, arms crossed, her eyes tracking Aria with sharp, venomous contempt.The stage was set, the audience was seated, and Hartie had made sure her acting was flawless."You summoned me," Aria said, stopping in the center of the office.Hartie bowed
A certain confidence Aria had been lacking for a while radiated around her as she walked into the Rothschild conglomerate the next day.The confidence one tended to have whenever they suddenly added €20 million to their bank account.Yes.Aston had actually paid her.She power walked straight to the elevator, ignoring the people in the reception who looked like they weren't staring, even though the weight of their eyes on her made her almost trip.Her counterpost had blown up wildly, everyone oscillating between wondering who the new man was, and clamoring to see his face, Liam entirely forgotten. In the process, she had also blown up. “All publicity is good publicity”, Liam always said.Now she had garnered a bit of a fan base, disloyal still, but at least for the first time in these wars, they were a bit on her side, which would be useful in her establishing Rishers fully, both home and away.But first, she had a plan to enact.Aston was moving terrifyingly fast with his plan to ov
The kiss didn't last long enough to give her any answers, just long enough to send her mind spiraling and her heart pounding again.When he finally pulled back, the brutal chill was back on his face, putting psychological distance between them like a wall. He didn't say another word. He climbed fully into the Mercedes beside her, pulled the door shut with a solid, heavy thud, and tapped the front glass.The privacy partition rolled up immediately, sealing them off from the driver into thick, suffocating isolation, just like when he had facilitated her escape from the press and they’d made the deal with the Dobres. The engine hummed to life, and the car slid smoothly into the dark city streets.Inside, the silence was stilted, thick, and horribly awkward.Aston had a small first-aid kit cracked open on the leather between them. His movements were smooth and mechanical, his face looking severe like it was carved out of stone. He cleaned the blood from her skin, every dab of antisepti
Aria startled at the sudden white flash and immediately swiveled her head to look in the direction it came from. That was a bad idea. There were four men with cameras and flashing lights, running over from the other side of the street. Hartie must have called them in, possibly to have them as
Aria’s lips pressed into a thin line. The sharp sting of her mother’s words could have been paralyzing, if she let it. But she refused. She had spent years clawing herself out of ruin, out of the reputations others tried to suffocate her with. She would not let Camille’s venom touch her tonight.Ha
The floor thudded dully with every step Aria took towards the villa library, echoing with a grave silence that threatened to make her crash out. She had always been an arsonist, right from when she was ten and discovered that curtains burned pretty. Arthur had corrected it to no avail, and when
Aria was panicking. Sure she listened raptly to all Asher had to say about his spy mission, sure she hugged him tight and warned him to always call her before he “followed daddy”, sure she had coaxed him to sleep. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t panic. Especially since Aston hadn’t gotten out y







