“What?”.
“Dylan met him years ago.
He mentioned that my father was not known by the same name. He advised Dylan to avoid me as he would be better off without knowing the truth.
Damian's shoulders trembled with anxiety. "Now we believe everything he has said?".
I said no. But "I believe, and I can't let that stop.".
Damian let out a lengthy breath. His silence lasted for about a minute.'
He calmly asked, "Why didn't you tell me how scared you were?".
"Your behavior is consistent, pretending that nothing can ever happen to you.".
Like you can handle everything. But I can't. I'm not like you, Damian.”.
He walked over and reached out to me, but I held back. It was so bold.
“Aria…”.
“I need space,” I whispered.
He swayed as I had struck him.
I loathe the silence that ensued. It wasn't angry. It was worse. Heavy. Wounded.
After some time, he asked if his love for her had changed.
My eyes stung.
I gave a nod. "Yes, of course.".
“Then don't push me away.”.
“I'm not trying to.
I'm just… trying to breathe.”.
His hands slid. “I'll let you go.". But not forever. I've already lost too much to spare you either.
I halted my gaze before the tears began to flow again.'
I was becoming lost due to his lack of understanding.
I didn't sleep that night. I found myself sitting in the living room with the folder in my lap and Damian's words reverberated through my mind.
I received a message at three o'clock.
Unknown number.
At the corner of 5th and Lorne, you can find me to tell your father's true story. Come alone.
My heart thumped hard.
I didn't even hesitate.
The city streets were quiet. Too quiet. It seemed as though the night had just begun.'
I stood at the corner of 5th and Lorne, clutching my coat with a flickering streetlight. It was like...
Then I heard footsteps.
And I saw him.
Older. Tired. Thinner than I remembered.
But I knew that face.
“Dad,” I whispered.
He halted just a few feet away.
He whispered, "Oh sir, Adria." “You look like your mother.”.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I intended to hug and strike him.
You've just gone, you know, I said "You left us."?...
"I was obliged to do it," he declared. "If I hadn't, they would have ended our lives.".
“What do you mean?”.
They found out I was going to the police.
About the fraud. Concerning the Cole family's offshore assets. They wished for me to take the fall. I ran to protect you.”.
"I shook my head in disbelief. However, they claimed that you had taken the money.".
His laughter was intense. "They acted as though they were.". People who possess power would act accordingly when threatened by someone.
"I stated that they are not their peers," I said.
He looked at me with a sad expression. "Aria, their blood is still there.".
“I love him,” I said.
He came closer. ‘Then don’t tell him we met tonight.'”. Don't trust him with this.”.
“Why not?”.
He shook his head in excitement, warning that the Coles might discover his survival. "If they do, they'll come after me.".
My skin went cold.
And then..behind him, I saw movement.
A black SUV.
Windows tinted.
Rolling slowly toward us.
My father's eyes widened.
“Run,” he whispered.
Aria.
"I ran," he whispered once more, but my feet were frozen in place.
A warning sound caused the engine of the SUV to come to a halt across the street.
After I said, "Come on Aria." My dad held my arm. Now.”.
The back door of the vehicle opened, allowing someone to exit.
Not just any man.
Lucian Cole.
Damian's uncle.
My gaze was sealed by his eyes like a bird watching a hawk's eye contact with prey. Calm. Cold. Calculating.
Despite not seeing him for years, I can't remember what his face looked like. I'll never forget it.
Ariana, smiled at him like we used to be friends. “You’ve been really into me lately.” You mean, you mean the girl.
"Leave her alone," my father said to me.
With a head tilt, Lucian declared: Henry, you were dead before it was too late.
With my heart racing, I whispered "Dad.".
Then, two more men emerged with Lucian's hand raised. Big. Armed.
"Do you think I could authorize you to waltz back into town and start digging bones?" Lucian asked. "After all, we had already put them there.".
“We've proof,” my father said.
Despite the blinking, Lucian advised to burn it.
I grabbed my phone slowly. There was no point in me sitting there, doing nothing.". I held my phone in my pocket and tapped it as Damian's number.
One ring.
Two.
Lucian moved towards. "Aria, I have always admired you.". Sweet girl. Smart. It seems like you're no longer playing with dolls. You're now on the leading edge.
Three rings.
Four.
My dad cautioned me to "go away." "She's not involved in this, so let it go.".
“Oh, but she is.
"She's the final link," Lucian declared with a smile. She was always present. The weakness. The crack in the empire.”.
Then my phone buzzed.
The question was not on my mind - I simply answered without even considering the situation.
“Aria?” Damian's voice came through.
But I couldn't respond. Lucian's eyes narrowed.
He drew his eyes closer, asking, "Who is this person?".
"My dad pushed me behind him. Let's head to the alley.". Now.”.
With a nod, Lucian approached his men. "Take her away.".
The thing took me out of it.
I ran.
Panic was just pure, not graceful or confident. Footsteps and I heard shouting from the walls behind me.’ The.
There was a sensation of fear and anxiety within me. My bag still held the folder containing the files. I would be taken by them if they found me.
Suddenly, I heard a car screech in front of me.
Tires. Horn.
A crash.
And shouting.
It wasn't until I was two blocks away, facing a wall, and struggling to breathe. What happened?...
I pulled out my phone.
Still connected.
"Where's your place?" Damian hollers. "What the hell is this place?!".
"Fifth and Lorne," I screamed. "Lucian found us.".
He made an effort to have men carrying weapons.
“Stay there.
I'm coming.”.
“No no, I'm not there anymore.
I ran. "My dad, I cried. He didn't stop to stop them," I said.
Dead silence.
“What?!”.
“I think they've him.”.
Damian instructed him to remain where you are. "Please share your location with me.".
Right now.”.
With my hands shaking, I dropped a pin and hit the send button.
With my knees rubbing against the pavement, I fell to the ground.
I became aware that this was no longer just a family drama.
This was war.
I had no idea whether I would make it through.
My whereabouts were discovered by Damian after seven minutes.
Before me standing upright, he pulled over in his black car, exited, and suddenly appeared.
He held me close by, his hands on my face and eyes upon mine.
“Are you hurt?”.
With a raspy voice, I replied with reluctance, but they still took him.
The appearance suggested he was about to explode. "Lucian?".
"I nodded in agreement. He had plans to take my life." I remarked. Maybe me too.”.
"Dizzy was warned to stay away from me," he growled. "And that's why.".
You shouldn't have been alone tonight.
I retreated from him, anger rising in my spine. "Damian, I'm not young.". My goal was to shield myself. To find the truth.”.
He said: 'You don’t know who you are dealing with.
“Oh no, I don’t comprehend.” She screamed.
It's mine too now. It is my choice whether I want to or not to be involved in this.
He stared at me.
Despite my initial reaction, he didn't raise his voice.
Just pulled me in the gut.
“Aria, I deeply apologize,” he whispered.
I didn't say anything. I prefer to be held by him.
He was the only one who prevented me from falling apart, even though he belonged to that family. Why?
Amid the silence, I felt something terrifying.
Lucian, if he took my dad...
He wouldn't stop there.
I looked up at Damian.
“We're not safe.”.
His jaw clenched. “No. We're not.”.
Just in time, he looked me in the eye.
He declared, "I'm going to rectify this.".
“How?”.
He didn't answer.
But how did he perceive his own eyes?
It said everything.
Whatever it takes.
Aria. I couldn't breathe. My chest was tight, my heart rate was high.?... Even though Damian was still inside his car, the engine was running... Stone-like face, he was full of frustration and anger. Yet, there was something significantly heavier beneath that surface. Guilt. The question about the relationship with "Damian" was so intimidating that I almost had to stop talking before answering it. He finally met my gaze. He had sharp eyes and his jaw was tightly clenched, which gave me the impression that it could be broken. We're going to save your dad. It was proving difficult for me to keep up with my thoughts. I muttered, wondering how to make sense of the situation. He won't be handed over solely by Lucian. Only he cares about himself.'". Damian's tone was eerie and melancholic. "But we won't be waiting patiently for him to come back to us next.". I was hit like a wave of salt in the pan. I had no idea what Lucian was capable of, but if his ambition was to go this far, he
I ran.My breath scorched in my lungs, my heart crashing against my ribs like a drum as I held my son’s small hand. “Keep going, Leo,” I gasped, willing my legs to move more quickly.Heavy footsteps echoed behind us. I knew that they were getting closer. I had no reason to glance back for reassurance. All day, I had felt their eyes on me, watching, waiting — until they finally made their move.And now Damian Sinclair’s men were here to steal it all away.Leo whined, falling behind. “Mommy, I’m tired.”I sat stiff as a board in the backseat of Damian’s luxury SUV, my fists balled so tightly my nails cut into my palms. Leo sat next to me, his tiny frame wedged against mine, his large eyes alternating between me and the man dining across the table.Damian.He sat with his legs crossed, his piercing blue eyes boring into me. He seemed completely relaxed, as if abducting me and my son was merely a business deal.I swallowed, breathing through the tension. I needed to be calm for Leo. There
Damian and I stepped inside the massive mansion with his hand steady on the small of my back, and I gritted my teeth. The moment we arrived, all that burden of my past sunk me.The towering ceilings. The giant chandelier shimmered like a thousand little stars. The click of the marble floors below our feet cost thousands.Nothing had changed.Except for me.I was no longer that frightened little girl who used to live in that house, looking for a way out. Yet standing next to Damian, I still experienced that overwhelming sense of entrapment.Leo’s little fingers gripped my dress tightly. I could feel how much he hesitated, how scared he was. I crouched next to him, smoothing his tangled brown curls from his face.“It’s O.K., baby,” I murmured. “Mommy’s right here.”His lip trembled. “I don’t like it here.”Neither do I.Before I could respond, Damian’s low voice sliced through the air. “You’ll get used to it.”I shot him a glare. “He’s not staying here.”His face was inscrutable, but th
A knock woke me up in the morning.It was firm. Controlled.Damian.My young son, Leo, roused next to me and clutched the bed sheets as if he could feel the tension in the air. My heart raced as I looked at the clock on the nightstand. 6:00 a.m.I wasn’t ready for this.For him.For whatever battle was waiting for me behind that door.Holding my breath, I slipped slowly out of bed Leo was still [snuggled] in. I paused then walked to the door, combing through my tangled strands, fully aware of the fact that despite trying something, I would still appear tired.I opened the door to find Damian standing there, dressed in a crisp black button-down and fitted slacks. He looked as though he belonged in a boardroom, not the middle of my nightmare.His eyes skimmed over me, noting my rumpled clothes, and my tired eyes. Something unreadable flickered across his face, but he did not comment.“Breakfast is ready,” he told me.I frowned. “And?”His mouth turned up slightly but there was no warmth
I barely slept that night.I knew every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was the reality I was trapped in. Leo was under Damian's roof, under his spell. And however hard I kicked, he would always come out on top.I couldn’t let that happen.I needed a plan.My first concern was Leo’s safety, but I couldn’t simply take him and run. Damian would find us. He had resources power, and connections that I could not hope to fight on my own.I had to be careful.I had to be smart.The morning came too soon, and with it, the burden of another day in Damian’s world.I laid out Leo’s clothes and helped him get dressed again, smiling tightly as he went on about starting school. He was so enthusiastic, and I didn’t want to quell that enthusiasm. Toyed with the idea of giving Damian control over this, even if every fiber in me was screaming not to.I brought Leo downstairs for breakfast, bracing myself for another silent standoff with Damian.But the dining room was empty.For a moment, I allo
I hated how my skin was still buzzing from Damian’s touch.His few words—“I will”— filled me with dread. Reverberated in my mind long after he’d walked away.But more than anything, I hated that somewhere in my soul of souls, the treacherous part of me just wanted to know what freedom would feel like if I’d just let go. To stop fighting him.I clenched my fists. No. But I wasn’t about to let him get in my head.I had a plan to figure it out.Damian may have dominion over my life at this very moment, but that didn’t mean I had to lie down and acquaint myself with it. “ There has to be a way out of this.I froze, my heart thudding in my ears as the woman’s icy blue gaze took me in.Damian’s mother.I should have guessed meeting her wouldn’t be pleasant, but something in her gaze — as if I were some bug under a microscope— put an ice-cold shiver in my spine.She was stunning in an impossible way, silver hair slicked back into a high chignon, dress immaculately against her slender body. B
I just managed to get through dinner without lashing out.Damian’s mother sat at the head of the grand dining table, elegant and stately, eyeing me as if I were a stray cat who had wandered into her oh-so-perfect life.Leo remained blissfully unaware, chatting gaily with Damian about the fish pond and the flowers, but I could feel the unsaid words of the three adults in the room.It was suffocating.My appetite had long since abandoned me, and I picked at my food. Damian, meanwhile, ate with wild abandon.Finally, his mother spoke. “So, Miss Carter”“Aria”, I corrected stiffly.Her lips curled slightly. “Aria. “How much longer are you going to play this game?”I stilled. “What game?”She pinkie-fingered her silverware onto the floor. “The game in which you pretend you have control. Where you pretend you’re not at my son’s mercy.”My jaw clenched. “I don’t play games when it comes to protecting my son.”Her gaze sharpened. “Neither do I.”The room fell dead silent for a moment.Then sh
I should have shut the door in his face.I should have pushed him away, told him to get away from me, and reminded him I wasn’t in town for this.But I didn’t.I felt the world expand into the space between us as Damian inched closer, just enough for me to feel the heat rising off his body as my breath caught in my throat."You’re lying," he murmured.I swallowed hard. "About what?"His fingers skimmed over my jaw, a whispering caress that had me shivering in response, whether I wanted to or not. "About not wanting me."The heat curling in my stomach, I willed myself to hold his gaze, to stand against it. “You think you can scare me into admitting to something that’s not true?”He chuckled, low and amused. “I do not need to terrorize you, Aria. I just need to wait.""Wait for what?" I snapped.“For that moment you can no longer lie to yourself.”I hated how smug he looked. How confident. How he pretended he already knew how this would go.I breathed slowly and stepped back, clutching
Aria. I couldn't breathe. My chest was tight, my heart rate was high.?... Even though Damian was still inside his car, the engine was running... Stone-like face, he was full of frustration and anger. Yet, there was something significantly heavier beneath that surface. Guilt. The question about the relationship with "Damian" was so intimidating that I almost had to stop talking before answering it. He finally met my gaze. He had sharp eyes and his jaw was tightly clenched, which gave me the impression that it could be broken. We're going to save your dad. It was proving difficult for me to keep up with my thoughts. I muttered, wondering how to make sense of the situation. He won't be handed over solely by Lucian. Only he cares about himself.'". Damian's tone was eerie and melancholic. "But we won't be waiting patiently for him to come back to us next.". I was hit like a wave of salt in the pan. I had no idea what Lucian was capable of, but if his ambition was to go this far, he
“What?”. “Dylan met him years ago. He mentioned that my father was not known by the same name. He advised Dylan to avoid me as he would be better off without knowing the truth. Damian's shoulders trembled with anxiety. "Now we believe everything he has said?". I said no. But "I believe, and I can't let that stop.". Damian let out a lengthy breath. His silence lasted for about a minute.' He calmly asked, "Why didn't you tell me how scared you were?". "Your behavior is consistent, pretending that nothing can ever happen to you.". Like you can handle everything. But I can't. I'm not like you, Damian.”. He walked over and reached out to me, but I held back. It was so bold. “Aria…”. “I need space,” I whispered. He swayed as I had struck him. I loathe the silence that ensued. It wasn't angry. It was worse. Heavy. Wounded. After some time, he asked if his love for her had changed. My eyes stung. I gave a nod. "Yes, of course.". “Then don't push me away.”. “I'm not trying to
Aria. I followed her. I didn't know why. I didn't trust her. How she spoke "your father" with a composed, sharp smile caused something to twist in my chest. We stepped outside the café. A clear and sharp breeze characterized the sky. If things went off in either direction, Damian followed me closely enough to grab me. “Make it quick,” he growled. He was overlooked by her. "Aria, you should be informed of the truth.". "I have no obligation to you," I snapped, but my voice shook with fear. She denied it, saying "No," but your father could. My knees came to the aid of my ankles. "What is he up to?". The sight of this moment filled her eyes with awe. "You're always curious about where he went, right?". Can you explain why he chose to leave you and your mother? Why did he disappear like a ghostly presence? I ingested with great force, my heart racing against my ribs. "Yes.". Closer, she lowered her voice. ‘He didn’t just leave,’ said Aria. He ran.”. “Ran from what?” I whispere
"I confessed to taking money from him," I said. "To escape.". He was keeping tabs on all the stories, so I took $5,000. There was no indication of a bad feeling in my mind during that time. I used it to disappear.”. There was an extended silence from Damian. "You did what you had to do.". My eyes were filled with tears. "Don't you think I'm a bad person?". He gave a slow, shaken head. "No," he replied. I think you're a survivor. I think you're brave.”. He raised his hand towards my cheek and gently scraped a tear from my skin. “I love you,” he said. I froze. “You… what?”. “I love you, Aria. That hasn't changed. Not after your past. Not after tonight.”. Exactly as that, an internal object broke loose for me. I embraced him, keeping my face in his neck. “I have affection for you as well.” Then, she let out an expression. For a prolonged duration, we simply maintained our relationship. But peace was short-lived. A call was placed on Damian later that night. As I observed,
Aria. “She knows.”. My thoughts were haunted by those two words, echoing in my mind. As I rose from the ground, I slowly pulled on the covers. Damian remained motionless with his back in place and his muscles were tightened beneath him. Despite my knowledge, I still had to ask the question "Who?". With a grimace in his eyes, he gazed over his shoulder and acknowledged "I am my mother.". My heart dropped. I asked, "What is she aware of?" with great care. “She knows about us. About you staying here. About last night.”. I swallowed hard. “How?”. "He stroked his hair with his hand. I'm not sure.". Potentially a member of the building staff. Or she had me follow.”. “Followed?” I repeated, eyes wide. He didn't answer. Which told me enough. I got out of bed and began to move around. "Very well." cliched. So what now? What does she want?”. "A meeting has been arranged for her," he said. "With both of us.". I stopped. “What?”. “She thinks you're... manipulating me. That you'r
“Aria”. Damian's voice echoed with the warmth of his thunder. I turned, relief flooding me. He stood across the garden, his eyes fixed on Tyler. My gratitude was unmatched. I heard Damian saying "Get up!" as he stood. Tyler raised his hands. "Just hanging on." What's next? The presence of Damian was unremarkable. "You're not welcome here.". Not near her. Not in this city.”. Tyler smirked. “Wow. Do they have a commanding presence? Low and dangerous, Damian's voice was heard as he said: "You don’t want to test me. Tyler's gaze widened to look at me, and then towards Damian. "This won't endure.". Girls like her? They break. And when she does”. The speed at which Damian moved was almost non-existent to me. Tyler was grabbed by the collar and slammed against the garden wall. He continued. She was broke,' said Damian growling. "And she is standing." What did they mean? I was positioned behind him, with my breath trapped between my mouth and my heart. "Leave, then depart," Dam
Aria. The air turned heavy. Smoke was present everywhere I breathed. It felt like an explosion. My fingers trembled as I faced the mother of Dolphin, who was Daisy's mother. There's no need to say her name. It was weighed down by the insecurity and how the walls seemed to retreat. She was dressed in icy finery and her pearls looked as expensive as my entire life. Although my voice wasn't quite the right tone, I still professed my fear of you. She smiled. Not kind. Not amused. Her creepy smile signaled that she had already planned out ten harms to inflict pain, including the most painful one. “You should be,” she whispered. The moment Damian stepped between us, I was almost caught. "Enough," he growled bitterly. But she didn't flinch. Not a single drop of sweat. "Do you think this little girl is worthy of our respect, Damian?". I swallowed hard. Little girl. Not a woman. Not equal. Not even human. Just a thing. Something she could erase. “Shut up on her like that,” Damian
I needed to get out of this house.Away from Damian. Away from his mother. From this tight stranglehold, they were trying to have on my life.But the thing was there was nowhere else for me to go.And Damian knew that.Once I put Leo to bed with a book, I paced the small apartment so my mind wouldn’t race.I needed a plan.I couldn’t sit here and wait for Damian to determine my fate.But all roads lead back to the same bitter fact: I was broke, homeless, and had no real way of putting up a fight against his influence.Maybe I could run again, but after everything, would I be able to?Would he let me?I shook the thought away.I was not his prisoner.I refused to be.A knock on the door caused me to freeze.I knew who it was before I even twisted the knob.Damian loomed in the frame, one hand braced against it, a full-body scan of my flushed face that made me feel like he already knew precisely what was going through my head."We need to talk," he said.I folded my arms. "I don’t think
I should have shut the door in his face.I should have pushed him away, told him to get away from me, and reminded him I wasn’t in town for this.But I didn’t.I felt the world expand into the space between us as Damian inched closer, just enough for me to feel the heat rising off his body as my breath caught in my throat."You’re lying," he murmured.I swallowed hard. "About what?"His fingers skimmed over my jaw, a whispering caress that had me shivering in response, whether I wanted to or not. "About not wanting me."The heat curling in my stomach, I willed myself to hold his gaze, to stand against it. “You think you can scare me into admitting to something that’s not true?”He chuckled, low and amused. “I do not need to terrorize you, Aria. I just need to wait.""Wait for what?" I snapped.“For that moment you can no longer lie to yourself.”I hated how smug he looked. How confident. How he pretended he already knew how this would go.I breathed slowly and stepped back, clutching