LOGIN“And what exactly does my girl want to do with them?”Damian Cross raised a brow, his tone indulgent rather than questioning.Aria Vale pouted, her clear eyes sparkling with mischief. With Damian backing her, she had no intention of letting this slide. Some lessons needed to hurt to stick.“I want them to clean every single public bathroom in Meridian City,” she said coolly. “Maybe then they’ll learn to watch their mouths.”She straightened, unapologetic and firm. Aria never sought trouble—but once crossed, forgiveness was not her habit. Words like saint had never applied to her.Amused, Damian flicked a glance toward Nolan Drake.“Effective immediately,” Nolan announced sharply, stepping forward, “you are assigned to clean every public restroom in Meridian City. All of them.”The maids recoiled, then bristled. “Why should we?” they snapped, finally finding their courage. They had always pushed Aria around before. What made her different now?“Because you lack restraint,” Damian cut i
“And what exactly does my girl want to do with them?”Damian Cross raised a brow, his tone dripping with indulgence.Aria Vale pouted, her clear eyes sparkling with mischief. Backed by Damian, she had no intention of letting this slide. These maids needed a lesson they would never forget.“I want them to clean every single public bathroom in Meridian City. Maybe that’ll teach them to watch their mouths.”Aria straightened, her voice firm and unapologetic.She never started trouble, but if someone crossed her? Forgiveness wasn’t her style. Words like saint weren’t in her dictionary.Damian was amused. A single glance sent Nolan Drake stepping forward as he barked at the stunned maids.“Effective immediately, you are assigned to clean every public restroom in Meridian City. All of them.”“Why should we?” they shot back, finally finding their voices.They had manipulated Aria so easily before. What gave her the right now?“Because you can’t hold your tongues, and I am the law in Meridian
The next morning, the sun was already shining brightly.At the entrance of the Vale family villa—“Mr. Cross, Miss Aria, please come in!”Rowan Vale knew Damian Cross and Aria were coming, yet instead of greeting them himself, he sent the elderly butler. He was hiding inside, delaying the inevitable. The moment he faced Damian, he would have to answer for how Celeste and Liana had dared to lay a hand on Aria.Led by the butler, Aria and Damian walked deeper into the villa.They had not yet reached the living room when several maids’ voices drifted from the courtyard—loud, careless, and unguarded.Unfortunately, the subject of their gossip was Aria and Damian.“Miss Aria is coming back today with Mr. Cross, right?”“Miss Aria? That airhead? What’s so special about Mr. Cross running the company anyway? I heard he can’t perform and has a terrible temper. Marrying him is like becoming a widow with a live-in corpse.”“Exactly! And he’s supposed to be old and disgusting. A dumb girl marryin
“Hey! Back off my brother!”Aria Vale glared daggers at Caleb Cross, her rosebud mouth trembling with rage. Even furious, she looked more adorable than intimidating. Bare-faced and dewy-skinned, she resembled a freshly bloomed camellia—simple, yet irresistibly captivating.Caleb’s eyes narrowed. “Step aside.” Angry as he was, he had no intention of laying a hand on a girl.“No!”Aria planted herself firmly in front of Damian Cross like a guardian angel, large eyes blazing, brows drawn tight in fierce defiance. “Grandpa! Hurry! Someone’s picking on Damian!”Seeing Caleb’s expression darken, she knew reasoning was useless. She shouted toward the villa’s second floor, her voice carrying clearly through the courtyard.Moments later, Elder Lucian Cross appeared on the balcony, leaning heavily on his cane. Below, Caleb and Damian stood locked in a tense standoff. Knowing Damian’s character, the old man had no doubt who was at fault. His gaze turned icy as he slammed his cane against the til
“Alright, that’s enough—let’s eat!”Elder Lucian Cross cut Caleb Cross off mid-sentence, his tone firm and final. Caleb’s fists clenched beneath the table, irritation flashing across his face. He couldn’t understand it—why had his grandfather suddenly placed such overwhelming trust in Damian Cross, even handing the entire Barron Empire to him?Throughout dinner, Elder Lucian focused almost exclusively on Damian and Aria, chatting warmly as if no one else mattered. Once the meal ended, he turned to Damian, concern lining his aged features.“How are things between you and Aria lately?”Rumors still lingered in his mind, and despite being Damian’s grandfather, he often found the man difficult to read.Damian tightened his hold on Aria’s hand and met her gaze. His eyes softened, the usual sharpness replaced by quiet affection.“Things are great,” he replied calmly.“And you, Aria?” Elder Lucian asked with a gentle smile.Aria beamed, her eyes bright and sincere. “I really like big brother
“Hey, what’s up?” Aria looked at Damian, puzzled by his sudden stillness, and finally broke the awkward silence. “Nothing,” he replied with a faint smile, shaking his head slightly as he finished zipping up her dress. The slow sound of the zipper seemed amplified in the vast, quiet walk-in closet—oddly intimate, like a whisper brushing against the air. Once it was done, Aria was ready to bolt. She desperately needed space; her cheeks were burning so fiercely she feared they might combust. But Damian had no intention of letting her escape so easily. He reached out effortlessly, pulling her back into his arms. Leaning in, he nipped lightly at her ear and murmured in a low, velvety voice, “Aria, why do you blush so easily?” Seriously? It was completely his fault. Aria pouted internally but let out a soft, flustered laugh. “Stop it, big brother. Don’t come so close—it tickles!” she giggled, pushing him away before darting downstairs like a startled rabbit. She didn’t feel like she







