LOGINThe phone rang three times before Damien answered.He stared at the screen, his blood running cold. Unknown number. He knew who it was before he spoke. "Victor."A smooth voice filled the room. "Damien. I have something you want."Damien's grip tightened on the phone. "Where is she?""Safe. For now." A pause. "But that depends on you.""What do you want?"Victor's voice hardened. "The original documents. Everything Carter hid. Everything you found." A pause. "Bring them to me, and she walks free. Refuse, and she dies."Damien's jaw tightened. "Where do I meet you?""I'll send you the location." A pause. "And Damien? Come alone. If I see anyone else, she dies."The line went dead.Damien stared at the phone. His hands trembled. He had spent years building his empire. Years fighting to keep it. But none of it mattered if he lost her. He looked at the folder on the table. The original documents. The evidence that would destroy Victor forever. He picked it up. I opened it. Stared at the p
Aria's eyes opened to darkness.Not the soft darkness of night, but something heavier. Thicker. The kind of darkness that pressed against her skin like a living thing, suffocating and absolute. She blinked, trying to focus, but nothing changed. The blackness was complete, without any hint of light or shadow to guide her eyes. She tried to move her arms, but they wouldn't budge. Rope. Tight around her wrists, biting into her flesh with every small movement. She tried to move her legs, but they were bound too. Her ankles were secured to the legs of a wooden chair, the rough fibers digging into her skin. She was trapped, helpless, alone.The air smelled damp and cold. Concrete. Rust. Something metallic that made her stomach turn with dread. Somewhere in the distance, water dripped, slow and steady, each drop echoing through the silence like a countdown she couldn't stop. She had no idea how long she had been unconscious. Hours, maybe. Or days. The darkness offered no clue.A light flicke
The automatic doors of the grocery store slid open with a soft chime as Aria stepped into the cool afternoon air, a light drizzle beginning to fall across the parking lot. She shifted the shopping bag in one hand and breathed deeply, smiling at the scent of fresh rain. For the first time in weeks, she felt almost normal.Families pushed shopping carts toward their cars while a young father lifted his laughing daughter into an SUV and an elderly couple argued playfully over whose turn it was to drive. Nothing looked unusual. Her security detail remained exactly where Damien had instructed—one agent beside the armored vehicle, another near the entrance pretending to check his phone, and a third walking several paces behind her.Vasquez's voice crackled through the lead guard's earpiece. "Status?" "Package is secure," the guard replied. "Preparing to depart." Aria smiled faintly at being called a package, but the moment of levity vanished when the parking lot suddenly grew quiet. The lau
Morning arrived beneath a blanket of grey clouds, leaving Washington wrapped in cool mist. Fine droplets of rain clung to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Blackwood penthouse, blurring the skyline into soft shapes of steel and glass. Aria stood silently before the window with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands, the sapphire pendant resting against her collarbone catching the faint morning light each time she moved.For weeks, she had barely stepped outside. The penthouse had become both a sanctuary and a prison. Security guards stood in the hallway around the clock. Cameras monitored every entrance. Visitors were searched before entering. Damien insisted every precaution was necessary after Victor's disappearance.Logically, she knew he was right. Emotionally, she felt trapped. She watched people crossing the streets below—a young couple hurried beneath a shared umbrella, a businessman carried two cups of coffee while talking on his phone, a little girl laughed as she splashed t
Morning sunlight spilled across the penthouse, painting soft golden patterns across the polished wooden floor. Aria stood before the bedroom window, absently turning the sapphire pendant between her fingers. The necklace her mother had given her rested against her collarbone, cool against her skin. Every time she touched it, she remembered everything they had survived the lies, the memories stolen from her, the people they had lost, and the truth they had fought so hard to uncover.The city below looked peaceful. Too peaceful. Ever since Victor had disappeared, an uneasy silence had settled over their lives. Security had doubled. Guards watched every entrance. Cameras covered every hallway. Yet the quiet only made Aria more anxious. Victor had never relied on chaos alone. He was patient. He waited. And waiting gave fear time to grow.She closed her eyes. Another thought refused to leave her mind. If Damien had once decided what was best for her without asking, how could she be complet
The first week after Victor's disappearance passed without a single incident. That was what frightened Aria the most. Silence. No anonymous phone calls. No threatening messages. No strange cars parked outside the house. Nothing.She stood beside the floor-to-ceiling windows of Damien's penthouse, watching rain slide down the glass as Washington's skyline disappeared beneath dark clouds. "You've been standing there for almost an hour," Damien said softly. She turned and offered a faint smile. "I'm listening." "For what?" "I don't know." He crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin lightly on her shoulder. "You're waiting for something to happen." "Aren't you?" His silence answered for him.Victor Blackwood had vanished. Officially, authorities claimed he had escaped during a prison transfer. Unofficially, no one believed the story. The convoy had disappeared from surveillance cameras for exactly eleven minutes. When the cameras came back online, two
Aria lasted four hours before she realized something was wrong.Not with the job. The job was straightforward—emails, scheduling, a filing system so organized it felt almost obsessive. Lydia had trained her efficiently, answered every question, and disappeared exactly when Aria stopped needing her.
The car stopped in front of a building Aria didn't recognize.Not a home. Not yet. The sign above the entrance read Blackwood Enterprises in letters that caught the morning light like they were carved from something precious. She had never seen this place before. She had never heard this name befor
The silk beneath her fingers was the first warning.Aria's eyes snapped open before her mind caught up. Gold ceiling. Crystal chandelier. Sheets that cost more than her monthly rent. Nothing in this room belonged to her. Nothing in this room belonged to anyone she knew.She sat up fast. The sheet p
Victor Harrington found her in the lobby.Not by accident. Aria knew that immediately. He was standing by the security desk, dressed in a charcoal suit that cost more than her degree, holding two cups of coffee like an old friend waiting for a delayed train.He smiled when he saw her.Not Damien's







