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Ariana's POV By the time I finished paying, the store had become noticeably quieter. I picked up my bags and walked outside, already reaching for my phone to order a ride. Simple. Except when I opened the app, the little loading circle appeared. And stayed there. I frowned. I tried again. Nothing. "No, no, no." I moved a little farther away from the entrance, hoping the network would improve. It didn'tCHAPTER 24 Ariana’s POVI didn't move.For a terrifying few seconds, my body seemed to completely forget how to function. I just stood anchored to the stone pavement of the terrace, staring at Damien as his last three words echoed through the hollow silence of my mind.We don't know.Three quiet, simple words.Three words that instantly rendered the familiar university campus around me completely unrecognizable.The students crossing the courtyard in the distance suddenly seemed miles away. Their distant laughter sounded muffled and distorted, while every tiny, ordinary movement around us magnified into a potential threat.I didn't know what I was looking for. I didn't even know what I expected to see. I only knew that I desperately didn't want to spot that grey sedan again."Come on," Damien said, his voice cutting through my spiraling thoughts.I blinked up at him. "Where?""My car.""You explicitly said we were going somewhere neutral.""We are.""Where, Damien?"He didn't answer
CHAPTER 24 Ariana’s POV For a long, agonizing moment, neither of us moved. Damien was still staring down at the glass screen of my phone. Not at me. Not even at the glowing text itself anymore. Just the dark frame, as though staring at those eight words long enough might somehow rewrite them. Ask him what happened to your mother. I swallowed, my throat dry as dust. “Damien?” His dark eyes slowly lifted to mine. There was a stark, unfamiliar shift in his face—something I couldn't quite wrap my head around. He had looked cold and controlled when admitting to the private security detail. He’d looked irritated when I accused him of overriding my life. He’d looked guarded when mentioning my mother. But right now? He looked shaken. And that rattled me far more than any cryptic threat ever could. “What does that mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. His jaw flexed tightly. “I don't know.” I stared up at him. “You don't know?” “No.” “Whoever sent this seems to think
CHAPTER 23 Ariana’s POV I barely slept. Every time I drifted off, my mind conjured the dark outline of the grey sedan sitting beneath the shadowy oak tree across the street. I tried to rationalize it in the dark. Maybe it had been parked there before. Maybe it belonged to one of our neighbors or a delivery driver working an overnight shift. Maybe I had allowed the anonymous text messages, Damien's bizarre commands, and my own exhaustion to transform an ordinary automobile into a terrifying threat. But if it was just a random car... why had Damien explicitly told me to lock my apartment door? That single question kept pulling me back into consciousness every time my eyes grew heavy. By seven the next morning, I gave up entirely. I slipped out of bed, showered, and dressed for class, doing my absolute best to keep my eyes averted from my bedroom window. I didn't want to look down at the street. I didn't think I could handle the terrifying confirmation of seeing that dark sedan st
CHAPTER 22 Ariana’s POV I didn't tell Lily about the messages. By the time I made it back to our building, I had already made up my mind. Not because I trusted the anonymous stranger who had sent them, and definitely not because I believed there was nothing to worry about, but because I had no idea what any of this meant yet, and the last thing I wanted was to drag Lily into a storm I couldn't even explain. Besides, what was I supposed to say? Hey, Lily, someone who claims to know Mum has been sending me cryptic texts, and apparently they're watching me whenever I'm around your older brother. She would either completely panic or start asking questions I wasn't ready to answer. Probably both. So when I pushed the apartment door open and found her curled up on the couch with her laptop balanced across her knees, I forced my shoulders to relax and pasted on a casual smile. “You're late,” she called out without looking up. I dropped my heavy tote bag onto the stool near the entr
CHAPTER 21 Damien’s POV The first thing Marcus said when I answered the private line was, “We have a problem, sir.” I was standing by the floor-to-ceiling glass of my corner office, staring down at the gridlock stretching across the financial district. “What kind of problem?” I asked, my voice flat. “The discrete security team is in position,” Marcus replied. The faint noise of his dispatch center came through the line behind him. I frowned, running my thumb over the edge of my cufflink. “That’s not a problem. That’s what I paid them to do.” “No, sir. The problem is that they aren’t the only ones watching Ariana Carter.” My hand stilled. “What did you say?” “There’s a second vehicle.” I leaned back against the mahogany edge of my desk, my entire body going still. “Explain.” “The black SUV you spotted outside her apartment building this morning belongs to our team,” Marcus clarified. “They followed her from her residential block to campus, maintaining the tw
CHAPTER 20 Ariana’s POV I woke up the next morning with the uncomfortable, aching feeling that I'd barely slept at all. For several minutes, I lay completely motionless beneath the thin blanket, staring up at the water-stained ceiling while the memory of last night's events slowly settled back over me like a heavy weight. The anonymous messages. My mother's full legal name written on a stranger's screen. The warning about the Kingston family. And that final, chilling directive. Be careful who you trust. My hand snaked out from under the covers, searching the cold surface of the nightstand until my fingers brushed my phone. I tapped the screen and unlocked it. Nothing. No new texts. No missed calls. No updates. I opened the messaging app and stared down at the unassigned number, rereading the small thread for what felt like the hundredth time. My stomach tightened into a knot. I hated how easily those messages had managed to invade my space. I didn't know who had sent t







