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The Mafia billionaire's Revenge Bride Chapter 11 Aryan
Chapter 11 AryanThe car stopped at the private entrance.I stepped out first, then turned and offered Riya my hand. She took it without hesitation. The contact was brief, practical, but I felt the slight coolness of her fingers against mine before she released them. Security opened the glass doors. The lobby of the tower was all pale stone and quiet power, the kind of space designed to remind people who belonged and who did not.Riya walked beside me as if she had been doing it for years.We took the private elevator to the thirty-second floor. The silence inside was dense. I watched her reflection in the mirrored wall—chin level, shoulders set, expression unreadable. Whatever fear she had carried the night before was locked down now. I respected the control even as it unsettled me.The elevator doors opened onto the executive floor. An aide was already waiting.“They’re all inside,” he said quietly. “Your uncle arrived twenty minutes early.”Of course he had.I placed a hand at the
The Mafia billionaire's Revenge Bride Chapter 10 Aryan
Chapter 10 AryanI kept seeing her the way she had been at the beginning.The first night, when she signed the contract with hands that still shook. The way her eyes had tracked every exit in the room as if she expected the walls to close in. The quiet, almost desperate calculation behind every answer she gave me—how much this would cost her, how long she could last, whether the money was worth the cage. She had looked like a woman who had already decided the world was dangerous and was only trying to survive the next hour.Then the dinner. The message. The car ride home while she tried not to shake.And now, less than twenty-four hours later, she was downstairs in my study reading the names of the people who wanted her gone, deciding she would learn them until she could recite them in her sleep.The speed of the change unsettled me more than the threat itself.I did not sleep.After I left her in the study, I went back to my rooms and stood at the window for a long time, watching th
The Mafia billionaire's Revenge Bride Chapter 9- Riya
**Chapter 9** **Riya**I didn’t sleep.The gown lay discarded on the chair like shed skin. I sat on the edge of the bed in the dark silk robe Isabel had left folded in the closet, knees drawn up, phone face-down on the nightstand as if distance could make the words less real.*You wear the dress well. Does he know someone in this room wants you gone?*Every time I closed my eyes I saw the long table, the ice-blonde woman’s polite smile, the way Aryan’s hand had tightened over mine until the bones ached. Someone had been close enough to watch me wear the dress. Close enough to enjoy the fact that I would read those words while still seated beside him.A soft knock came at 6:12 a.m.I didn’t answer. The door opened anyway.Aryan stepped inside already dressed—black shirt, sleeves rolled once, the same heavy watch. He looked like he had never needed sleep in his life. His gaze moved over the untouched bed, the gown, me.“You didn’t sleep.”“Neither did you.”He closed the door and stay
The Mafia billionaire's Revenge Bride Chapter 8
Chapter 8RiyaTuesday moved too slowly and then all at once.I spent most of the day in the suite. The stylist came at four, fixed my hair into something soft and expensive, did my makeup until my own face looked like a better-funded version of itself. The black gown waited on the bed like a verdict.At 7:20 I was ready.The woman in the mirror didn’t look like the girl from Queens who had counted hospital bills on a kitchen counter. She looked like someone who belonged on Aryan Rajvansh’s arm. I hated how easily the transformation had worked.At 7:28 the knock came.Aryan stood in the hallway in a black tuxedo that made everything about him sharper. No tie. Black shirt open at the throat. The same heavy watch. He looked at me once, slow, from the hem of the gown up to my face.Something unreadable moved behind his eyes.“You look the part,” he said.“That was the point, wasn’t it?”He didn’t answer. He just stepped aside so I could walk out, then offered his arm. Not gently. Not rom
The Mafia billionaire's Revenge Bride Chapter 7
Chapter 7RiyaMonday arrived with a knock at 1:00 p.m. sharp.Mrs. D’Souza stood in the hallway with a woman I had never seen before. Mid-thirties. Sharp bob. Black clothes that looked like they cost more than my old rent. She carried two large garment bags and a tablet.“This is Isabel,” Mrs. D’Souza said. “She’ll handle the fittings for tomorrow evening.”Isabel stepped inside without waiting for an invitation and started unpacking like she owned the suite.I stayed by the window.“I already have clothes.”Isabel didn’t look up. “You have clothes. You don’t have the right clothes for a Rajvansh dinner. There’s a difference.”She held up a floor-length black gown. Simple on the hanger. Dangerous once it caught the light.“This one first.”I hated that it was beautiful.I hated even more that it fit like it had been made for me.Isabel worked fast. Pins. Adjustments. Quiet comments about posture and hem length. She never asked what I wanted. She only asked what Mr. Rajvansh preferred
The Mafia billionaire's Revenge Bride Chapter 6
Chapter 6RiyaI woke up to the sound of someone moving in the hallway outside my door.Not loud. Just deliberate footsteps that stopped for a second too long before continuing.By the time I sat up, the corridor was quiet again.The bedside lamp was still on. I had left it that way on purpose.My phone showed 6:47 a.m. No new messages. The old thread was still there, untouched.No joke. Sleep light.I got up, washed my face in the ridiculous bathroom, and put on my own clothes again. Jeans. A plain sweater. Sneakers.Armor that didn’t look like armor.Mrs. D’Souza had said I could visit my father whenever I wanted. I decided to test that.The garden-level suite was easy to find. Two nurses in soft gray scrubs looked up when I entered. One of them smiled. The other only nodded and stepped aside.Dad was awake, propped against fresh pillows, the oxygen less noisy than it had been in Queens. Color had come back to his face in small ways.He still looked fragile, but the sharp edge of co
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