تسجيل الدخولAria's POV
“Marriage? To whom?” I asked in sheer confusion as I got up and my father sighed, leaning into his chair. “See what I meant? This was why I didn't want to talk about it. It's crazy to think about it.” He replied but I shook my head. It was crazy truly, but if this was the only option, maybe I would finally be doing something good for my family. “That's not what I meant. I just wanted to know who I would be getting married to and why this can save our family.” I muttered and he looked up at me with hope in his eyes, giving me hope as well. “He's, well, a reclusive tycoon. You should have heard of him. Romanov Sleigh.” He replied and my brows furrowed as the name registered in my head. “Hold on, the billionaire tycoon? The one the world is sure is involved in underworld businesses?” I asked and when he nodded, it felt like I had just stepped into a trap. “That very one.” “Why does he want to get married? He's reclusive. Did he choose me specifically? Why?” I asked and my father had to put his hands out to stop me from asking more questions. “Actually…” He started and my eyes narrowed. “He didn't exactly choose you.” “Then?” I asked in confusion, and he let out a sigh. “What are you not telling me?” “He wants to get married for reasons unknown to anyone and his wife has been chosen. But he hasn't seen her before. Now, she's disappeared. No one knows where she's gone but Romanov has no idea.” He explained and my mouth hung open in shock. “His bride disappeared? Did she die or…” “No one knows.” He replied and my heart stopped. “It could be that she ran away or got kidnapped. No one knows actually. But Romanov has to get married in two days. And his bride will automatically get over half of his properties.” He explained and I paused, turning to look at him in shock. “Half? That man is a billionaire! If that's the case, why would his bride run? Unless she was in trouble.” I muttered, mostly to myself than to him and he sighed. “Wait, how do you know all this?” “I received a letter yesterday.” He confessed, taking out a piece of paper and handing it to me. “The person offered a million dollars and a partnership with our company only if you agree to be a stand-in bride for the tycoon.” “So, I was technically chosen by this anonymous person?” I asked and he nodded. “You don't even know who it is. Why should you believe him?” “He's not exactly anonymous, Aria. He's the personal secretary to Romanov. His head would be on a plate if Romanov found out that his bride was missing.” He explained, and I sighed, slumping into the chair as all this information made my head spin. “Romanov didn't choose me but his secretary did. If I don't agree, we would be jeopardized and his secretary would be as good as dead.” This was just pure blackmail. Especially since I didn't have a choice. “What if he finds out the truth?” I questioned, placing the paper on the couch. “What if somehow Romanov knows that I'm not his real bride? What if the real bride shows up someday?” “I doubt he'd believe her or find out the truth. He has never seen her before. So it's up to you to make him believe you're his bride.” Father responded as he made his way to me and took my hands. “It's too risky,” I muttered, my brows furrowed slightly. “One slight mistake and… I could be dead.” “It's okay if you don't want to do this, dear.” He said and I glanced at him. “You're my daughter and I won't force you to do whatever you don't want to do.” Father had never called me dear or spoken to me with such a soft voice. It made me feel special, especially after knowing that I could save the company once again. Maybe if I did this, my mother would stop hating me as well. Maybe she would see that I could be useful too. “I'll do it,” I muttered and he looked at me in surprise. “I'll do anything to make our family better. It's just getting married, right? How hard could it be?” I hoped I wouldn't regret making that decision or that statement. But there was no other choice. “Thank you, how lucky am I to have a daughter like you?” He said with a smile and I blushed, waving shyly. “You can return home. I'll let him know that you've agreed. But first…” He stood up and walked to the desk before taking out a document. “What's that?” I asked and he smiled at me. “A contract. To ensure you don't change your mind as his last bride did.” He explained and I muttered a soft “ah” in response. I didn't bother reading through the contract since he assured me that he had read it so I signed and stood up. “I'll be on my way,” I muttered and he nodded, patting my shoulder gently. I walked out of the office with my heart in my throat as I made my way to the elevator. I had just walked out of it when I realized I had left my phone back at the office. I immediately rushed back up, but the moment my hand touched the doorknob, I heard my father's voice, and I froze. “You were right,” He said and I frowned. “She's just a dumb child who would do anything for us. She signed the contract stupidly. Everything that would be hers would immediately belong to us. She has no idea that she's just a vessel to be used to get what we want.” I literally froze in shock, unable to believe my ears. How could he do this to me? “Who cares if the tycoon kills her? As long as we get what we want.” His voice boomed, and it felt like a bomb had just landed in my head.Aria’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.
Aria’s POV The drive to the Gathering House took just under an hour, the road narrowing steadily from paved county highway to a rough, unmarked track that Dmitri’s satellite imagery had barely managed to capture. Romanov drove in silence beside me, his attention split between the road and the tactical display mounted on the dash, tracking Elena’s position in the support vehicle a half mile back. Neither of us spoke much during the drive. There wasn’t much left to say that the terrace hadn’t already covered, and some quiet part of me suspected we were both saving whatever nerve we had left for whatever waited at the end of the road rather than spending it on words that wouldn’t change anything now. “Two minutes to the tree line,” Dmitri’s voice said over comms, steady despite the hour. “Romeo’s team is already in position on the eastern approach.” “Copy that,” Romanov said. “We’re proceeding to the northern edge now.” We parked where the access road bent away from the property, w
Aria’s POV The final briefing ended just after three, Dmitri dismissing the security team to prepare equipment while Romeo retreated to a spare room to catch what little sleep he could before dawn. Elena stayed close to the monitors Dmitri had set up in the study, testing the comm channel twice more than necessary, her way of steadying nerves she wouldn’t admit to having. I found myself unable to sit still, the tight, restless feeling in my chest refusing to settle no matter how many times I told myself the plan was as solid as it could be. I walked the length of the study twice before finally stepping out onto the terrace, needing the cold air more than I needed rest. Romanov found me there a few minutes later, joining me at the railing without a word at first, simply standing close enough that his presence alone said more than anything he might have offered aloud. “You should be resting,” he said eventually. “So should you.” “I will,” he said. “Once I know you’re actually goi







