LOGIN11:30 A.M. – Cross MansionThe entire mansion seemed brighter with Eleanor Cross's arrival.Even the servants wore smiles as they hurried about preparing her favorite tea and snacks.Eleanor settled comfortably on the large cream-colored sofa while Aria remained glued to her side, refusing to let go of her arm.Damian sat opposite them, quietly sipping his coffee.Eleanor looked between the two before shaking her head dramatically."My poor granddaughter."Aria blinked."Poor?""Yes.""You've become so thin."Damian nearly choked on his coffee.Aria burst into laughter."Grandma!""I'm serious."Eleanor turned to Damian."Coconut head."Damian sighed."Grandma...""Are you feeding my granddaughter at all?"Damian raised an eyebrow."I try.""You try?"She scoffed."Trying isn't enough."She pointed at Aria."Look at those cheeks.""They're not as round as before."Aria covered her face, laughing."I've only been busy planning the wedding.""Exactly!"Eleanor nodded."Which is why some
10:15 A.M. – Cross MansionCross Mansion had been unusually quiet all morning.Damian had already left for Cross Group after reminding Aria for what felt like the tenth time—not to leave the mansion without informing security.Aria had laughed and promised she wouldn't.Now, she sat in the sunroom with wedding magazines spread across the coffee table while Evelyn discussed the final seating arrangements."If we move the Whitmore family to the second row, it'll leave enough space for the foreign investors," Evelyn suggested.Aria sighed dramatically."I never knew planning a wedding involved international diplomacy."Evelyn chuckled."It does when you're marrying Damian Cross."Before Aria could reply, Mrs. Helen hurried into the room.A smile she could barely contain lit up her face."Mrs. Cross..."Aria looked up."Yes?""You have a visitor."Aria frowned."I wasn't expecting anyone."Mrs. Helen's smile widened."Neither were we."Before Aria could ask another question...A familiar
The Following Morning – 8:30 A.M.Cross Mansion was unusually peaceful.The events of yesterday seemed to have settled on everyone like a heavy fog.Aria sat quietly at the breakfast table, barely touching her food.Her mind kept drifting back to the photograph.To Ethan Cole.To Richard's explanation.She wanted to believe her father.She truly did.But something deep inside her refused to let it go.Damian folded his newspaper and looked at her."You didn't sleep."Aria looked up, surprised."Was it that obvious?""You've added sugar to your coffee three times."She looked down at the cup and smiled awkwardly."I guess my mind is somewhere else."Damian reached across the table and gently squeezed her hand."If something doesn't feel right...""Don't force yourself to ignore it."She sighed."My father sounded sincere.""He answered every question."Damian nodded."He did.""But?""But sometimes...""The best lies are the ones mixed with truth."Aria stared at him."You still don't
8:10 P.M. Cross MansionThe drive home was unusually quiet.Normally...Aria would fill the silence with small conversations.Tonight...She simply stared out the window.The old photograph remained clutched tightly in her hands.Damian glanced at her several times.He knew better than to interrupt.Whatever had happened at Carter Mansion...It had unsettled her more than she wanted to admit.---The Rolls-Royce pulled into Cross Mansion.Mrs. Helen hurried to greet them."Dinner is ready."Damian smiled politely."We'll be there shortly."Aria forced a smile."I'm not hungry."Without waiting for a response, she quietly walked upstairs.Damian watched her disappear.Something was wrong.Very wrong.---9:20 P.M.Aria stood alone on the balcony outside their bedroom.The cool night breeze brushed against her face.She looked down at the faded photograph again.The woman...She couldn't explain it.But every time she looked into those gentle eyes...Her chest tightened.As though...Sh
2:45 P.M. Carter MansionThe shattered teacup lay scattered across the marble floor.Silence.No one moved.No one spoke.Richard Carter stared at the broken porcelain as though he'd seen a ghost."Richard?"Elizabeth frowned."What's wrong?"Richard blinked.Almost immediately, the shock disappeared from his face.He forced a smile."Nothing.""My hand slipped."Vivienne frowned.That wasn't like Richard.He never lost his composure.Not even during business crises.Yet one name...Ethan Cole....had drained every drop of color from his face.Damian noticed it too.His sharp eyes remained fixed on Richard."You know him?"Richard chuckled a little too quickly."Ethan?""No.""The name sounds vaguely familiar.""It's probably someone looking for money."He turned to the servant."Send him away."The servant hesitated."He refused to leave, sir.""He said...""...he has something that belongs to Miss Aria."Aria looked confused."I've never heard of Ethan Cole."The servant continued.
2:30 P.M. Carter MansionA sleek black Rolls-Royce glided through the wrought-iron gates of the Carter Mansion before coming to a smooth stop in the circular driveway.Aria stared out of the window.The mansion looked exactly the same.Grand.Elegant.Cold.So many memories lived within those walls.Very few of them were happy.Damian glanced at her."You don't have to do this."She smiled faintly."I know.""Then why are we here?"Aria looked down at the ivory invitation resting on her lap."Because after today...""I don't want anyone saying I forgot my family."Damian reached over and gently covered her hand with his."They may not deserve your kindness.""But it says a lot about the kind of person you are."Aria looked at him."You always know what to say."He smiled."No.""I just know you."The chauffeur opened the door.Damian stepped out first before turning back to help Aria.As soon as she stood beside him...He intertwined their fingers.Together...They walked toward the m
The next morning.Lucas Walter’s private office.The room smelled faintly of espresso and leather. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city, sunlight spilling in, but the mood inside was anything but bright.Lucas stood by the window, arms crossed.Daniel Pete sat casually on the edge of the de
6:00 PM. St. Nicholas Hospital.The sun was setting, casting long, bruised shadows across the hospital room.Aria walked down the hallway, her heels clicking softly on the linoleum. She had changed out of her boardroom attire into a soft, cream-colored cardigan and jeans—the costume of the concerne
9:30 AM. St. Nicholas Hospital.Aria walked into the fourth-floor wing with purpose. She was dressed for battle in a blood-red blazer and wide-leg trousers, her hair slicked back into a flawless, severe ponytail.She reached the nurses' station, ready to breezily sign in and march to Room 4.But as
2:15 PM. St. Nicholas Hospital, ICU.The rhythmic whoosh-click of the ventilator was the only sound in the dimly lit room.Aria locked the door behind her with a soft click. She moved with the efficiency of an assassin, placing her Chanel purse on the chair and retrieving the vial of muscle relaxan







