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THE FALL OF ARIA DONOVAN
Last Updated : 2026-02-07
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Betrayed. Framed. Fallen. Former CEO Aria Donovan rises from ruin to reclaim her empire and uncover the truth behind a deadly web of lies, corruption, and lost love. In The Price of Power, passion and betrayal collide where trust can cost everything.
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The Storm Before The Fall
The boardroom doors burst open just as security tried to stop her.
“Touch me, and you’ll lose that hand,” Aria Donovan snapped, striding past them in blood-red heels that echoed like gunfire across the marble floor.
Every head turned. Cameras flashed. News crews shouted her name.
On the screen behind the board, her face glared back — CEO UNDER INVESTIGATION FOR BRIBERY AND FRAUD.
Aria slammed a folder onto the table. “That’s a lie. And you all know it.”
The chairman cleared his throat, avoiding her gaze. “Aria Donovan, please—”
“Save it.” Her voice cut like glass. “You think I don’t know what this is? You needed a scapegoat. And Ethan—”
Her eyes locked on him.
Her ex-fiancé. Her traitor. He sat calm, collected, the perfect picture of control.“This isn’t personal,” he said quietly.
Her laugh was sharp, hollow. “Everything with you is personal.”
Security moved closer. Outside, thunder cracked — hard, violent, as if the sky itself was warning them all.
As they led her out, Aria didn’t fight. She looked back only once, eyes like ice.
“You took my company,” she said softly. “Now I’ll take yours.”
The rain hadn’t stopped since she left the building. It came down in sheets now, washing the city in cold silver.
Pier 47 was almost deserted — except for the hum of the waves and the occasional flicker of headlights cutting through the fog. Aria’s coat clung to her as she walked toward the edge, heels clicking softly on the soaked wood.
Her phone buzzed again.
Unknown Number: “Five minutes late. You don’t seem like the careless type.”
She froze, scanning the darkness. “Show yourself,” she called out.
A shadow detached itself from the mist — tall, composed, moving like someone who’d been trained to disappear.
“Ms. Donovan,” the stranger said. His voice was calm but sharp. “You’ve made powerful enemies. And you’re running out of time.”
She crossed her arms. “If you wanted to scare me, you’ll have to do better.”
He tossed a small flash drive toward her. She caught it without flinching.
“Everything you need to clear your name is in there,” he said. “Names, accounts, transfers — including the one your ex-fiancé approved.”Her blood ran cold. “Ethan?”
“Nothing is what it seems,” the man said. “Someone used you both. Follow the trail — but be careful who you trust. Even the ones who look like saviors have something to lose.”
Before she could speak, he was gone — swallowed by fog and silence.
Aria stared at the drive in her palm. Her heart pounded. If what he said was true, this was no simple betrayal. It was war.
And she was done playing the victim.
Ethan Cole stood by the office window, watching the rain carve trails down the glass. The city glittered beneath him — alive, restless, indifferent.
They were already calling him a savior. The man who saved DonovanCorp.
If only they knew the truth.
He loosened his tie, but the pressure around his throat didn’t ease. His reflection stared back at him — polished, composed, and completely hollow. The mask fit too well now.
“Mr. Cole,” his assistant’s voice broke the silence. “The press conference is ready.”
“Delay it,” he said flatly.
She hesitated. “Sir, the board expects—”
“I said delay it.”
When she left, Ethan turned back to his desk. The encrypted folder on his tablet blinked, a reminder of the deal that had started all this — the bribes, the forged documents, the threat that forced his hand.
He had thought he could protect her.
He had thought giving her up would keep her safe.But Aria Donovan didn’t need saving. She needed the truth. And if she ever discovered why he betrayed her — that he’d traded their future for her freedom — she would never forgive him.
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Last Updated : 2026-02-07THE FALL OF ARIA DONOVAN Chapter Eighty-Four
~ETHAN'S POV~“She ruined everything, Aunt Margaret.”The words left my mouth heavier than I expected. I stood in front of her, my palms damp, my chest tight. I hated myself even as I spoke, but fear pushed me forward. Fear of losing everything I had fought so hard to keep.Margaret froze where she stood. Her brows slowly drew together as she looked at me, confusion clouding her sharp eyes. “What do you mean, Ethan,” she asked softly. “Who ruined what.”I swallowed and forced my voice to steady. “Aria.”Her name hung between us like something fragile. Margaret’s lips parted slightly. “That is not a name you throw around carelessly,” she said. “Explain yourself.”I took a breath, then another. “She got involved in illegal dealings within the company. Secret transactions. Shady accounts. It all came out eventually. That is why she was removed as CEO.”Margaret stared at me, disbelief washing over her face. Slowly, she lifted a hand to her chest, her fingers pressing against her blouse a
Last Updated : 2026-02-07THE FALL OF ARIA DONOVAN Chapter Eighty-Three
I stood in front of Rowan’s office door for a second longer than necessary, my fingers curled lightly at my side. The sting on my cheek had faded into a dull heat, but the humiliation of what had just happened outside still clung to me. I knocked once and heard his calm voice.“Sit down, Amelia.”That was the first thing Rowan said the moment I stepped into his office.I closed the door quietly behind me and walked toward the chair he indicated. I sat with controlled grace, my back straight, my hands resting lightly on my lap. My cheek still burned from the slap, but I refused to let it show in my posture or my voice.“Thank you, sir,” I said calmly.Rowan leaned back slightly, his hands lifting, his fingers resting along the line of his jaw as his eyes traced my face. He did not look away. Not even for a second.The silence stretched, heavy and uncomfortable. My chest tightened. I hated how exposed I felt under his gaze. I was furious at Vanessa, furious at Ethan, furious at the enti
Last Updated : 2026-02-06THE FALL OF ARIA DONOVAN Eighty-Two
~ANNA'S POV~Her backpack sat lightly on one shoulder, but her body felt heavier than she remembered. Not from pain alone. From being seen.She could feel it before she heard it.Whispers.Gasps.She passed a group of students near the hallway and one of them turned around sharply.“Is that her?”“I thought she dropped out.”“No way, look at her leg.”“What happened to her?”Anna kept her eyes forward. She told herself she was deaf. Deaf to the stares. Deaf to the murmurs. Deaf to the sudden interest in her existence. The rubber tip of her crutch tapped softly against the tiled floor with every step, the sound echoing louder than she wanted.“Is she even supposed to be here like that?”“She looks so different.”“She was always quiet though.”She did not slow down. She did not look back. She walked straight to her classroom.The door was open.Inside, the class was not in session yet. Chairs scraped. Laughter burst and faded. Bags were thrown onto desks. The room was alive with careles
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