LOGINAria Carter died betrayed. Her husband ignored her. Her best friend stabbed her in the back. Her family sold her off like a pawn. When she opened her eyes again three years earlier, on the night of her arranged marriage to the city’s coldest CEO she swore this life would be different. No more weakness. No more blind love. No more kneeling. Damian Cross, the ruthless billionaire everyone fears, expected a docile wife to decorate his mansion. Instead, he got a woman who met his icy stare with fire of her own. Society sneers at her as the “Cold Wife.” Her family calls her a disgrace. Her enemies plot her downfall. But this time, Aria isn’t here to beg for scraps she’s here to flip the board. Every betrayal will be repaid. Every secret will be exposed. And the husband who once ignored her? He’s falling, dangerously, obsessively, in love. Yet beneath the glittering empire lies the truth of her first death… and if Aria isn’t careful, the crown she claims may cost her heart all over again.
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My hands shakingly let go of the door knob after seeing him standing right on our doorstep. He is here.
Sebastian is here, he looked for me. T-This can’t be happening, he can’t be here or be with us ever.
He looked at me from head to toe. Sebastian almost burst into tears upon seeing me, that is not the kind of expression I am expecting from him.
For three years, I left him without a word. He should loathe me for running away from him without explaining why I had to leave.
I want to apologize and hug him for only the heavens know how much I have missed him but still, fear took over my body as I stepped back when he took a step forward.
“I found you at last, Letisha, why did you run away from me?” Sebastian smiled at me, the one that once made my knees weak.
He was the only one who gave those kinds of effects on me, he was the only man that I loved earnestly.
“I-I…looked for you for many years, I have a lot of things to say to you, but I can’t seem to open up my mouth now that you are here standing right in front of me,” He bit his lower lip, there was the look of yearning in his eyes.
“I am glad that you are alright, can I please…hold you?” Sebastian nervously asked before he took another step forward.
The thoughts of him gaining fangs with blood all over his study room flooded my mind. Fear. One thing that didn’t slip my mind, haunting me even after three years have passed.
“N-No, please, leave us alone!” I nervously screamed. Before I could make a step forward to kick him out of our house, I gasped after seeing our son walk towards to greet him.
“Who are you, mister?” He tilted his innocent head. Sebastian looked at me after seeing our son and his eyes flicked from black to yellow, black to red.
He is indeed a hybrid of werewolf and vampire. I need to get us away from him again.
6:15 AM. Carter Mansion.Richard Carter hated mornings.Not because he disliked waking up early. In fact, he had built his entire life around discipline. He was the kind of man who woke before sunrise, read market reports before breakfast, and knew exactly what his employees were doing before they even entered the office.Mornings were supposed to belong to him.They were supposed to be quiet.Predictable.Controlled.But that morning, the silence felt different.It felt like the silence before a storm.Richard stood in front of the large window of his study, staring at the garden below. The roses were perfectly trimmed. The fountain was running. The mansion looked exactly the same as it had for years.Yet something felt wrong.He couldn't explain it.And Richard Carter hated things he couldn't explain.His phone rang.He glanced at the screen.Victor — Financial Department.Richard answered immediately."What happened?"There was a brief hesitation on the other end.That alone irrita
10:20 PM. Vivienne’s Room. Carter Mansion.The house had settled into its usual night rhythm.Distant clinks from the kitchen.A door closing somewhere down the hall.The low hum of the generator kicking in and out like a steady pulse.Vivienne shut her bedroom door behind her and leaned back against it for a second.Not to rest.To listen.Nothing unusual.No footsteps lingering. No voices just outside the door.Still, she stayed there a moment longer, eyes on the handle, as if expecting it to turn.It didn’t.She stepped away.The shopping bags from earlier sat untouched on the chaise. Peach fabric peeked out from one of them, the color too soft, too harmless for what it had become.Armor, she had called it.The word lingered.Vivienne crossed the room slowly and set the Lawrence Holdings file on her bed.It looked ordinary.That was the most dangerous thing about it.A worn leather cover. Slightly frayed edges. No lock. No label that would make anyone curious at a glance.You could
8:45 PM. The Penthouse.Aria stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the skyline. From this height, the city looked like a circuit board of gold and amber. Far in the distance, the lights of the Link Bridge cut through the darkness like a suspended blade.She held a glass of Pinot Grigio, but she hadn’t taken a sip in twenty minutes. The condensation dripped cold onto her fingers, but she didn’t wipe it off.She was back in the car.“I like the wind. It feels like flying.”The words looped in her mind, over and over.It wasn’t just what Vivienne said. It was the biological impossibility of it.Aria knew fear. She knew the smell of it, the twitch of it. When they were children, Vivienne used to scream if a cockroach scurried across the floor. When they were teenagers, Vivienne refused to watch horror movies because they gave her nightmares.And today? Aria had driven like a madwoman on the very site of Vivienne's near-death experience.And Vivienne had just… smiled.It was
6:00 PM. The Carter Mansion.Richard Carter walked into his study, his steps heavy. The meeting with the bank had been a disaster. They were getting nervous about the leadership changes at the Carter Group. They wanted assurances that only Aria could give.He rubbed his face, groaning. He needed a drink.He walked to the hidden wall safe behind the mahogany bookshelf not the one in the bedroom, but the one where he kept the real keys. The keys to the storage units, the safe deposit boxes, and the attic.He spun the dial. Right. Left. Right.Click.He pulled the heavy steel door open.He reached for the small brass key ring that hung on the hook in the back.His hand stopped in mid-air.The key ring was swinging.It was a microscopic movement a tiny pendulum sway, back and forth. But in the stagnant air of the safe, it shouldn't be moving at all.Richard stared at it.The keys were supposed to be coated in a thin layer of dust. He hadn't touched them in years.He reached out and touche
8:30 PM. The Cross Mansion Aria stormed through the front door, tossing her Chanel bag onto the foyer table with enough force to knock over a small vase. It didn’t break, but the clatter echoed sharply in the quiet apartment.Damian was in the living room, nursing a tumbler of whiskey. He looked u
Tuesday Night. NYPD Detention Facility, Manhattan.The holding cell smelled of bleach, old sweat, and despair.Selene sat huddled in the corner of the metal bench, her knees pulled up to her chest. Her grey suit the one she had worn to court thinking she would walk out a free woman—was wrinkled and
Wednesday, 2:30 PM (Local Time). Location Zero.The Atlantic Ocean was calm today, a flat sheet of turquoise glass stretching to the horizon. But inside the white concrete walls of The Sanctuary, the air was suffocating.Sophia sat in the common room a sterile, high-end lounge with floor-to-ceiling
8:00 PM. The Carter Mansion.The living room of the Carter estate was usually a place of quiet, old-money dignity. Tonight, it felt like a cage.Mr. Carter poured himself a brandy, his hand shaking slightly as the crystal decanter clinked against the glass. He turned to face his wife, who was pacin






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