LOGINAria has spent her life trying to save a company her brother destroyed while her family blamed her. When her father reveals that a mysterious billionaire tycoon will invest in their company if she marries him—as a stand in for his real bride who disappeared—she sees her chance for redemption. But when she discovers her father plans to use her and discard her if needed, Aria makes a choice: she'll marry the billionaire anyway, but for herself. She'll claim half his properties and finally escape her toxic family. What she doesn't expect is that Romanov Sleigh, the terrifying reclusive tycoon, was not looking for her. He was looking for someone else. Now, standing in front of the man who was supposed to solve her problems, Aria realizes she's just walked into a far more dangerous situation. Romanov paid for one bride and received another—and he has no idea who she really is. As he begins to investigate, Aria must decide if she can survive being married to a man who can destroy her with a single word, and whether the connection growing between them can survive the truth.
View MoreAria’s POV The study looked different by mid-afternoon than it had at dawn, every surface covered now in neat, organized stacks of documents, Dmitri’s meticulous system already imposing order on everything we’d carried back from the Gathering House. Romeo sat hunched over his laptop near the window, cross-referencing financial records against the contact list while Elena reviewed photographs of the founders on the main screen, her expression unreadable. I lingered near the doorway a moment before joining them, still steadying myself from the terrace, the quiet of it already feeling impossibly far away against everything spread out across the desk now. “We’ve confirmed twelve names on that list,” Dmitri said, without looking up from his notes. “Eight appear to still be active. Three are marked with the symbol we saw repeated near several crossed-out entries, which I now believe indicates deceased. One remains unaccounted for entirely.” “The unidentified name,” Romanov said. “The o
Aria’s POV We didn’t speak much on the drive back to the estate, the documents secured in a locked case wedged between Dmitri’s feet, my thoughts still circling the same signature over and over, unable to settle anywhere else. Romanov drove with one hand resting occasionally over mine on the console between us, not saying anything, simply staying present in the only way either of us seemed to have energy left for. I watched the fields blur past the window, unable to hold onto any single thought long enough to make sense of it, my mind returning again and again to the same worn photograph, the same careful signature, the same quiet, ordinary memories now permanently tangled up with everything we’d just uncovered. By the time we reached the estate, exhaustion had settled over all of us in a way that felt different from the adrenaline-driven crashes after Ashgrove or the docks. This wasn’t the ordinary fatigue of danger surviving into safety. It was heavier, slower, the particular we
Aria’s POV Dmitri secured both men quickly, radioing for a second vehicle to transport them while Romeo swept the rest of the building’s perimeter, confirming no one else remained hidden inside. Only once the property was fully cleared did Romanov finally let me step through the doorway, his hand resting briefly against the small of my back, a silent promise that he was still right there beside me. I paused just past the threshold, letting my eyes adjust to the dim interior light, my pulse still racing from everything that had happened in the clearing. Whatever fear I’d carried on the drive here had shifted into something sharper now, something closer to anticipation than dread. The main room was smaller than I’d expected, though every inch of it felt weighted with significance the moment I crossed the threshold. The long table Dmitri had described sat centered beneath a bare overhead bulb, papers spread across its surface in loose, deliberate stacks, as though whoever had been wo
Aria’s POV The gunshot’s echo hadn’t even finished fading before Dmitri was moving, waving us both back toward denser cover while Romeo’s voice crackled sharp with alarm over comms. “That came from inside,” Romeo said. “Everyone hold position, I’m moving to the eastern entrance now.” “Negative,” Dmitri said, his voice flat and controlled in the way it only got when a plan had already changed shape without his permission. “We don’t know what that shot means yet. Could be a struggle inside. Could be someone eliminating a witness before we reach them.” My stomach dropped at the thought. “You think they’re hurting someone in there?” “I think we don’t know,” Dmitri said, “which is exactly why we’re not rushing in blind.” We held at the tree line another agonizing few seconds, the morning silence pressing back down over the clearing as though the gunshot had never happened at all. My heart hammered against my ribs, every possibility racing through my mind at once, none of them good.












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