LOGINThe moment they were in the master suite, Damien kicked the door closed and carried Aria straight to the bed. But he didn't lay her down gently. Instead, he set her on her feet and started undressing her properly.The shirt was already gone, discarded in his study. He unzipped her skirt, let it pool at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her heels."Keep those on," he said, his eyes traveling over her naked body. "I want to fuck you in nothing but those heels."He watched her swallow hard, saw the way her pupils dilated, the way her breathing quickened.Three weeks. Three weeks of her living here part-time, of stolen moments between meetings, of quick encounters that never fully satisfied the hunger that consumed him.But now? Now she was here permanently. Now he had all night. Had every night. Had forever to explore every fantasy, every dark desire, every way he wanted to claim her."On the bed," he commanded. "On your back. Legs spread. Show me what's mine."She obeyed, climbing on
"How was your mother? She's okay with you moving in permanently?""She's happy for me. Excited, actually. Though she did demand you come to Sunday dinner so she can properly interrogate you."His lips curved. "I look forward to it. And you? Are you happy with how things have been lately? With us?""I'm....." Her breath caught as his hand moved from her neck to the front of her shirt, fingers already working the buttons. "Damien, what are you....""Answer my question," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers as he slipped the first button free. Then the second. "Are you happy, Aria?""Yes," she managed, watching his fingers work methodically down her shirt. "I'm happy.""Good." The last button came free, and he pushed the fabric off her shoulders, letting it pool at her elbows. His hand moved behind her, finding her bra clasp with practiced ease. "Because I plan to keep you that way. Happy. Satisfied. So thoroughly fucked that you can't imagine being anywhere else."The bra came undon
ARIA'S POVAria stood in her mother's small apartment, surrounded by boxes and memories and the overwhelming reality of the change she was about to make.Moving in with Damien. Officially. Permanently."You're sure about this?" Mei Chen asked Aria, her hands carefully folding Aria's clothes into a suitcase. "It's very fast. You've only been back together a short time.""I'm sure, Mama. "I love him. And he loves me. And I want to build a life with him.""But moving into his home....the estate....it's so big. So different from here." Mei gestured around the cramped apartment that had been their home for twenty years. "You'll be living in a different world.""I know. But it's not just his world anymore. It's ours. He wants me there. Wants me to make it home."Mei was quiet for a moment, her hands stilling on the clothes. "He's good to you? Treats you well?""He's everything, Mama. He's demanding and intense and sometimes overwhelming. But he's also kind and protective and he sees me. Rea
"Both. I care about Damien. I've known him since he was a boy. And I care about Blackwood Enterprises. I'm one of your largest investors. I have a stake in this company's success.""Then you should trust that Damien knows what he's doing. He's proven himself as CEO. Doubled the company's value in five years. Expanded into new markets. Made strategic decisions that have benefited every shareholder, including you.""I'm not questioning his business acumen. I'm questioning his judgment when it comes to this woman.""Her name is Aria. Use it."Harold's jaw tightened. "Fine. Aria. Who infiltrated Damien's home under false pretenses. Who lied about her identity. Who stole from him. And who he's now elevated to a senior position in his company. You don't see any problems with that?""I see a young woman who was desperate to save her mother. Who made difficult choices in an impossible situation. Who faced the consequences of those choices with honesty and courage. And who Damien has forgiven
HAROLD'S POV - The Morning After the Charity EventHarold Ashford stared at the message on his phone for the hundredth time, his jaw clenched so tight it ached.Keep your daughter in check, or I'll make her disappear from our lives. Permanently.Attached were files. Dozens of them. Evidence of Victoria's involvement in the necklace scheme. Email trails. Payment records. But worse....much worse....were the additional documents about his own financial dealings.Irregularities in Ashford Capital's quarterly reports. Questionable transactions that skirted the line of legality. Nothing overtly criminal, but enough to trigger investigations that would destroy his reputation and possibly land him in federal prison.Damien Blackwood had him by the throat. And they both knew it.Harold had responded with the only thing he could: Understood. It won't happen again.But understanding and accepting were two very different things.He sat in his study, expensive scotch untouched on the desk, his min
The silence in the ballroom was deafening."I didn't take this," Aria said, her voice steady despite the panic clawing at her throat. "Someone put it in my purse.""Of course," Victoria said sympathetically. "That must be what happened. An honest mistake.""No. Not a mistake. A setup." Aria looked at the woman who'd claimed her necklace was stolen. "You bumped into me in the bathroom. On purpose. You put this in my purse."The woman's eyes filled with tears. "I would never! Why would I do that?""Because you just wanted to frame me or someone paid you to," Aria said flatly."That's a serious accusation," the event coordinator said. "Do you have any proof?""The security cameras in the bathroom," Aria said. "Check the footage. It will show exactly what happened."The coordinator looked uncomfortable. "Actually, there seems to be a technical issue. The cameras in the ladies' room stopped working this morning. We've been meaning to get them fixed but.....""How convenient," Damien said,
The foyer alone was larger than Aria's entire apartment. Marble floors polished to a mirror shine. A sweeping staircase that curved upward. Art on the walls that she recognized originals, worth millions. The faint scent of expensive cologne and fresh flowers.This was a different world. A world of
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
Three Weeks Earlier...The fluorescent lights of St. Mary's Hospital flickered overhead, casting sickly shadows across the worn linoleum floor. Aria Chen sat in the waiting room, her leg bouncing with nervous energy as she watched the second hand on the wall clock tick forward with agonizing slowne
The kitchen was supposed to be empty.Aria's hands trembled as she reached for the flour on the top shelf of the storage pantry, her mind racing through the list of tasks Mrs. Chen had assigned her that evening. The rest of the staff had retired to their quarters an hour ago. The massive Blackwood







