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The Man Behind the Door
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2026-08-08 23:07:15The drive back to the mansion was silent.
Riva sat with her arms folded, staring through the tinted window while the city disappeared behind them. Her wrist still remembered the stranger’s grip. Her ears still remembered the gunshot.
But what bothered her most was Ares.
He had not shouted.
He had not rushed toward her.
He had simply looked at the man who had touched her, lifted a gun, and ended the argument.
She glanced at him.
Ares was looking out the opposite window.
“You could have just scared them,” she said.
“I did.”
“You shot him.”
“He didn't believe the warning.”
“You always carry a gun?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because people tend to behave better when they know I have one.”
“That isn't an answer.”
“It is the only one you're getting tonight.”
She looked away.
A minute passed.
“Was that why you left tonight?”
Ares turned his head.
“Why?”
“The meeting.”
His expression changed almost imperceptibly.
“You shouldn't have followed me.”
“You shouldn't disappear in the middle of the night with armed men.”
“That wasn't your business.”
“Apparently everything about you becomes my business once you decide I belong to you.”
His jaw tightened.
For a moment she thought he would argue.
Instead, he said, “We're home.”
The car entered the gates.
Riva looked toward the mansion. It was beautiful in the way a fortress could be beautiful—too large, too quiet, too protected.
She suddenly hated the thought of sleeping there.
Not because of Ares.
Because now she knew there were things outside those walls that were worse.
When they entered, Ares handed his coat to a waiting guard.
“Get some sleep,” he said.
She stopped on the staircase.
“That's it?”
“What do you want?”
“An explanation.”
“You won't get one tonight.”
“Convenient.”
His eyes met hers.
“Riva.”
Something in his voice made her pause.
“Go upstairs.”
She should have obeyed.
Instead, she walked toward him.
“What happened at that warehouse?”
His expression went completely blank.
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
“That's what people say before something becomes my problem.”
He stared at her for several seconds.
Then he leaned closer.
“You saw men who would kill you simply to hurt me. That's all you need to know.”
She swallowed.
“And your father?”
His eyes sharpened.
There.
She had found something.
“You heard that name.”
It wasn't a question.
Riva nodded.
“Who is he?”
Ares stepped back.
“Go to bed.”
“Ares—”
“Now.”
He walked away.
Riva watched him disappear down the corridor.
She should have followed his instruction.
Instead, she noticed something on the floor.
A small black object.
A key.
She picked it up.
There was a tiny silver engraving on it.
17.
Her stomach tightened.
Room seventeen.
The auction.
She looked toward the corridor where Ares had disappeared.
Then down at the key.
Why did he have a key connected to the place where she had first met him?
And why had he dropped it?
Or had he?
The next morning, Riva found Ares already at breakfast.
He was reading something on a tablet, completely composed.
She placed the key beside his coffee.
His eyes moved to it.
For the first time since she'd met him, his expression cracked.
Only for a second.
But she saw it.
“What is this?”
He picked up the key.
“Where did you get it?”
“You tell me.”
His gaze lifted.
“Riva.”
“Don't.”
He set the key down.
“You went through my things?”
“I found it last night.”
Silence.
Then Ares leaned back.
“That key opens a private room.”
“At the auction club?”
“Yes.”
Her pulse quickened.
“Why do you have access?”
“Because I have business there.”
“What kind?”
“Business you don't need to understand.”
She laughed.
“That's becoming your favorite sentence.”
“It keeps you alive.”
“No. Secrets keep me ignorant.”
His eyes narrowed.
“Some ignorance is protection.”
She pushed away from the table.
“Then stop pretending I'm safe.”
Ares stood.
“You aren't.”
The bluntness stopped her.
He walked toward her.
“You live in a world you don't understand. You think the auction was some isolated place where rich men bought fantasies. It wasn't.”
“What was it?”
“A marketplace.”
“For what?”
“Information. Influence. People.”
Her face went cold.
“You're saying women are being sold?”
“Not only women.”
A chill traveled through her.
“Then why did you buy me?”
He looked at her for a long moment.
“I told you.”
“You wanted me.”
“That was part of it.”
“Part?”
He said nothing.
Riva stepped closer.
“What aren't you telling me?”
Ares's phone rang.
He glanced at the screen.
The caller ID was hidden.
He answered.
“Speak.”
A man's voice came through faintly.
Ares's expression changed.
“Where?”
A pause.
“Don't touch anything.”
Another pause.
“I'll handle it.”
He ended the call.
Riva stared at him.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“You're lying.”
“Yes.”
She blinked.
He rarely admitted anything so easily.
Ares picked up his coat.
“Stay here.”
“Where are you going?”
“Hospital.”
Her heart jumped.
“My brother?”
“No.”
He walked toward the door.
“Then who?”
He stopped.
Turned.
“Someone left something for me.”
“What?”
His gaze held hers.
“A message.”
Then he left.
Riva stood in the enormous dining room, listening to the front doors close.
Something was happening.
Something connected to the auction.
And somehow, she was already inside it.
Three hours later, Riva received a package.
No courier.
No signature.
It was simply sitting outside her bedroom.
A small black box.
She stared at it for nearly a minute before picking it up.
There was no name.
Only a number written across the lid.
17.
Her fingers went cold.
She opened it.
Inside was a photograph.
Her.
Standing outside the hospital.
Taken two days earlier.
Another photograph lay beneath it.
Her brother asleep in his hospital bed.
Riva stopped breathing.
Then she saw the third.
Ares.
Standing outside the auction club.
And beside him—
A man she had never seen before.
On the back of the photograph, six words were written.
You don't know what he bought.
Riva's hands began to shake.
A sound came from behind her.
She spun around.
Ares stood in the doorway.
His face was expressionless.
But his eyes had gone murderous.
He crossed the room, took the photograph from her hand, and looked at it.
“Who gave you this?”
“I don't know.”
“Did anyone see you receive it?”
“No.”
“Did you open the door?”
“No.”
“Did you touch the box?”
“Yes.”
He swore under his breath.
“What?”
He turned toward the hallway.
“Security.”
Two guards appeared immediately.
“Lock the house down.”
Riva stared at him.
“What is happening?”
Ares looked back at her.
For once, there was no arrogance in his face.
Only calculation.
“Someone has been watching you.”
Her stomach dropped.
“For how long?”
He looked at the photograph again.
“Longer than I thought.”
Riva's voice became barely audible.
“Who?”
Ares folded the photograph once.
“I don't know yet.”
She stared at him.
“And the man in the picture?”
His eyes lifted.
“I know exactly who he is.”
The room went silent.
“Who?”
Ares looked toward the window.
“He's dead.”
Riva's blood ran cold.
“What?”
“He died six years ago.”
Ares looked back at her.
“And now he's sending you photographs.”
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Ares moved before the sound downstairs came again.He caught Riva by the wrist and pulled her away from the bedroom door.“Stay here.”“No.”His eyes flashed.“Riva.”“You just told me my father didn’t die eleven years ago.”“I told you what I know.”“You told me the last person he spoke to was your father.”“Yes.”“And now someone is inside this house.”“Yes.”“Then I'm coming with you.”“No.”She yanked her wrist free.“You don't get to keep deciding what I can and cannot know.”Ares stared at her for a long second.Then another crash echoed from below.His jaw clenched.“Fine.”He reached for her hand.She looked down at it.“What?”“Hold on to me.”“I thought I wasn't supposed to move.”“You aren't.”“That makes no sense.”“Neither does tonight.”He pulled her behind him.They stepped into the corridor.The mansion was unnaturally dark.The emergency lights hadn't come on.Only thin strips of moonlight slipped through the tall windows, cutting across the polished floor.Riva staye
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The sunlight crept through the curtain like a thief, soft and slow. Riva blinked against it, muscles aching, skin bare beneath unfamiliar sheets. The bed beside her was empty. No trace of him. No words. No explanation. Just the echo of what he did to her. What she let him do.Her body ached in plac
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