LOGINAria was still riding the high from this morning's confrontation when she arrived at Damien's office at Blackwood Enterprises.She'd handled Victoria's attempted humiliation that morning, and she actually felt sorry for her, Because she knows what it feels like to love someone and she also knows what it feels like when the feeling isn't reciprocated.But mostly, she was excited to see Damien and tell him about the shoes. About how they'd fit perfectly, how beautiful they were, how thoughtful he'd been to commission them specifically for her.She knocked on his office door."Come in."He was at his desk, reviewing contracts, but the moment she entered, his entire focus shifted to her. His eyes tracked her movement across the room with that intensity that still made her stomach flutter."How was shopping?" he asked, setting aside his papers."Interesting," she said, moving around the desk to perch on the edge near him. "I had a Victoria encounter."His expression immediately darkened. "
"She loves him too," Victoria admitted bitterly. "Or at least she's an excellent actress. They reconciled about a month ago after some kind of separation. Now they're inseparable."Harold sat back on his seat. "So we have a gold-digger who infiltrated his home under false pretenses, stole from him, lied about her identity, and now has somehow convinced him she's in love with him. A girl with no proper background, no family worth mentioning, no social standing. A girl who should be serving at his dinner parties, not attending them.""Exactly," Victoria said eagerly. "Richard will hate her. He has to.""Probably," Harold agreed. "Richard has very specific standards. He believes the Blackwood name carries certain responsibilities. That marriages should be strategic alliances between families of equal standing. He was furious when Damien's father married Catherine....thought she was too emotional, too soft. He only accepted her after she proved herself capable of handling the social oblig
Victoria Ashford had never been humiliated like this in her entire life.She stood in her penthouse apartment overlooking Central Park, still wearing the Chanel suit from this morning's disaster, her hands shaking with rage as she poured herself a third glass of wine.That little bitch. That nobody. That former maid had made a fool of her in front of dozens of witnesses at Bergdorf Goodman.The memory played on repeat in her mind like a nightmare she couldn't wake from: the sales associate's apologetic but firm voice explaining that the shoes were a custom commission for Miss Chen. The way other shoppers had started to whisper and stare. The realization that Damien had commissioned custom Louboutins for his pet project.And the worst part....the absolute worst part....was the look in Aria's eyes. Not triumph. Not gloating. Just... pity. Like Victoria was some sad, pathetic creature to be pitied rather than feared."How dare she," Victoria hissed, draining her glass and immediately ref
ARIA'S POV - Saturday, 11:34 AMAria should have known the week was going too smoothly.After finding the perfect dress on Friday, she'd spent the evening with Damien and they had dinner at their favorite Italian restaurant.But she'd forgotten one crucial thing: she still needed shoes and accessories.The dress was stunning, but it deserved equally stunning accessories. And while Damien had offered to take her shopping again, she'd insisted on handling this part herself. Some small piece of independence in a situation where she often felt overwhelmed by his generosity.So Saturday morning, she'd taken the train to Fifth Avenue, determined to find the perfect shoes and maybe a simple necklace to complement the midnight blue dress.She was in Bergdorf Goodman, studying a display of elegant heels, when she heard the voice behind her."Well, well. Aria Chen. Fancy meeting you here."She didn't need to turn around to know who it was. That voice....cold, mocking, dripping with false sweetn
The anxiety didn't completely disappear, but it loosened its grip slightly."Thank you," Aria said quietly. "I needed to hear that.""Anytime. Now...." Emma glanced toward Damien's office where he was on a call. "Get back to work before he sees you stressing and decides to drag you into his office for 'reassurance.'" Her air quotes made it clear what she thought that reassurance would involve.Aria laughed despite herself. "I'm working. I promise."***By Wednesday evening, Aria had worked herself into a state of near-panic about the dinner.She sat on Damien's sofa, her laptop open in front of her, surrounded by printed articles about Richard Blackwood."What are you doing?" Damien's voice came from behind her.She jumped, nearly knocking over her water glass. "Research. I'm researching your grandfather. And....." She gestured at the mess around her. ".....making sure I don't embarrass you."Damien rounded the sofa, took in the chaos, and his expression shifted from amused to concern
ARIA'S POV - Tuesday Morning, 8:34 AMAria woke to the scent of fresh coffee. For a moment, she just lay there, wrapped in his expensive sheets, her body pleasantly sore from last night's lovemaking, and allowed herself to feel completely content.Then reality crashed back in.Two weeks.In two weeks, she'd be meeting Richard Blackwood. Damien's grandfather. The man whose opinion mattered more than anyone else's.Her stomach clenched with anxiety."Stop thinking so loudly," Damien's voice came from the doorway. "I can practically hear your anxiety from the kitchen."She turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, already dressed for work in charcoal slacks and a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He held two mugs of coffee, looking impossibly handsome and far too awake for this early."How do you know I'm anxious?""Because you get this little wrinkle right here...." He crossed to the bed, set down the mugs, and pressed his finger between her eyebrows. "....when yo
At exactly 1:45 PM, Aria pulled her aging Honda Civic up to the main gates of Blackwood Estate.The gates themselves were a work of art ornate ironwork that probably cost more than most houses, flanked by stone pillars that spoke of old money and older power. Security cameras tracked her approach f
Aria spent the next twenty-four hours in a state of controlled anxiety, obsessively checking the burner phone for emails, jumping every time it vibrated with spam messages.She distracted herself by refining Sarah Mitchell's backstory, memorizing every detail until she could recite the fictional wo
Photographs of the Blackwood Estate covered nearly every inch satellite images, street-view captures, photos pulled from society pages showing glimpses of the grounds during rare charity events. Red string connected various points, mapping out security camera placements, entrance points, guard rota
Aria's apartment was a small studio in the cheaper part of town where sirens were a nightly lullaby and the neighbors' arguments bled through thin walls.But it was hers, and more importantly, it housed everything she needed for her various identities.Three computer monitors sat on a desk cobbled







