LOGINAria Bellini was born into bad blood. Her family name carries power, money, and enemies that never forget. Growing up in the Bellini house means secrets whispered behind closed doors, brothers raised to hate, and a life already planned out for her before she could even choose her own clothes. All Aria wants is peace. A small life. Her own space away from the violence and rivalry that has followed her family for years. So when she finally moves into her own apartment, it feels like freedom. Quiet nights. No guards. No family drama. Just her and the city. But freedom does not come alone. It starts small. A feeling of being watched. A shadow that disappears too fast. Flowers left behind that she never asked for. Lilies. Always lilies. Her favorite. Aria tells herself she is imagining things. Until the notes start coming. Until the silence around her apartment feels loud. Until fear starts sleeping beside her at night. Then there is him. The stranger who appears when she is not looking. The one who knows too much. The one who stays in the dark while her life slowly unravels. As family hatred, hidden enemies, and twisted attraction begin to clash, Aria is pulled into a dangerous game where trust is risky and love might be the most deadly thing of all. Because in a world built on revenge and control, someone is watching her. Someone who does not plan to let her go. And when blood is spilled, Aria will learn that some loves are born from hate. And some monsters fall in love too.
View MoreChapter 15 Aria did not sleep that night. Not even for a minute. She stayed in bed with her phone beside her, staring at the ceiling while the same words kept playing in her head. “Tomorrow night.” Then you will finally see me. She should have been scared. She was scared. But there was something else too. Curiosity. She wanted to know who had been watching her. Who knew everything. Who had been behind every message. Who had been standing close enough to touch her without letting her see his face. Her phone suddenly lit up. 12:17 a.m. Unknown number. Her heart jumped. She opened it. “Get dressed.” Aria sat up. Another message appeared. “Black dress.” She frowned. “Why?” The reply came almost immediately. “Because I want to see you in it.” Her cheeks felt warm. She hated that. She hated the way his words could still affect her. She typed nothing. A few seconds later, another message came. “You have ten minutes.” Aria looked at the time. Then at her bedroom door. She
Chapter 14 Aria stayed frozen in the middle of the street. The night suddenly felt colder. Too quiet. Too empty. Her hands were shaking beside her as she stared ahead, trying not to turn around again. Her phone buzzed softly. “Good.” Her throat went dry. That one word should not have affected her the way it did. But it did. Because it felt close. Personal. Like he was standing right behind her, watching every breath she took. The wind brushed lightly against her hair. And then—Footsteps. Slow. Behind her. Her heart nearly stopped. Closer this time. Not hidden. Not far away. Close enough to hear clearly. Close enough to make her breathing uneven. Her phone buzzed again. “Do not run.” Aria swallowed hard. Every part of her body wanted to move. To leave. To go back home and lock every door. But her feet stayed where they were. As if she were waiting for him too. The thought scared her. The footsteps stopped. Silence filled the space between them. Heavy silence. The k
Chapter 13 Aria’s phone had been in her hand all morning. She no longer even tried to pretend. She was waiting. Waiting for him. Waiting for that message. And she hated it. The apartment felt too quiet. Too empty. Ever since Maya left, every small sound felt louder than it should. The ticking clock. The faint noise from outside.Even her own breathing. Her phone stayed silent. Still. It was starting to get to her. She stood up and paced slowly around, she whispered. “This is what you wanted.” No messages. No control. No him. But it did not feel good. It felt like something was missing. Her phone suddenly rang. Not a message. A call. Her heart jumped. She looked at the screen. Her brother. Her chest tightened. She picked up. “Hello?” “Aria.” His voice was sharp as usual. Firm. Serious. “Where are you?” he asked. “I am at home,” she said. “You sound off.” “I am fine.” There was a pause. Then he spoke again. “I heard something happened yesterda
Chapter 12 The silence did not feel normal. At first, Aria thought it would be easier. No messages. No control. No voice on her phone. Just peace. But it did not feel like peace. It felt empty. Too quiet. Too still. Like something was missing. She sat on her bed, staring at her phone again. Nothing. No new messages since last night. Since— “Now it is just you and me.” Her chest tightened. She dropped the phone on the bed as if it burned her hand. “This is good,” she whispered to herself. “This is what you wanted.” No more stalking. No more fear. No more him. But her eyes kept going back to the phone. Waiting. Listening.Hoping. She hated that hours passed. Maya called. Aria picked up immediately. “Are you okay?” Maya asked. “Yes,” Aria said quickly. “I am fine.” “You sound weird.” “I am just tired.” There was a pause. Then Maya said softly, “I do not like that you are alone there.” Aria forced a small laugh. “I am fine, Maya. Nothing has hap
Chapter 5 Aria did not sleep. Every small sound dragged her out of the shallow, fragile drift she kept falling into pipes ticking in the walls, a car passing outside, wind brushing against the window like fingertips testing the glass. She lay stiff in her bed, staring at the faint line of li
Chapter 4 The apartment did not feel real at first. Aria stood in the middle of the living room with her bag still hanging from her shoulder, staring around as if she had stepped into someone else’s life. The space was small but clean. White walls. A soft grey couch. A kitchen that smelled f
Chapter 3 Aria began to notice the feeling before she noticed anything else. It was not fear exactly. Don't panic. Just a soft pressure at the back of her neck, like someone was standing too close even when no one was there. At first, she thought it was stress. The talk about moving, her bro
Chapter 2 Aria sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the sunlight spilling through the curtains. It was another Saturday morning, which meant Matteo would probably be awake before everyone else, checking the house, making sure every corner was secure. She liked mornings alone sometimes, but to
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