INICIAR SESIÓNOne moment, Victoria was leaving the Plaza Hotel after a delightful afternoon tea with friends. The next, two large men in dark suits were flanking her, one on each side, their hands firm on her arms."What....let go of me! Do you know who I am?""Miss Ashford," the one on her left said calmly. "We need you to come with us. Mr. Blackwood wants to see you.""Damien? He wants to see me?" Hope flared in her chest. Maybe he'd finally come to his senses. Maybe he'd realized that Aria wasn't worth....."Get in the car, Miss Ashford."It wasn't a request.The car was a black SUV with tinted windows. They put her in the back seat, and Victoria's initial hope started to morph into concern when she realized they weren't heading toward Blackwood Enterprises or Damien's estate."Where are we going? This isn't the way to Damien's office."The men didn't answer."I demand you tell me where you're taking me! My father is Harold Ashford. He'll have you both arrested for kidnapping if you don't....."
DAMIEN'S POVDamien sat in his office, outwardly calm, but inside, he was furious. The news articles were still spreading across financial platforms, each one a calculated attack on Aria's reputation, on her character, on everything she'd worked for.And he knew exactly who was responsible.His phone rang. Marcus."Talk to me," Damien said, his voice deadly quiet."Found her, sir. She's at the Plaza, having afternoon tea with some society friends.""Good. Bundle her out of there.""Understood. Where do you want her taken?"Damien considered for a moment. The estate was out of the question.....he wouldn't sully his home, Aria's home, with Victoria's presence."The warehouse," he said finally. "No one will hear her scream."There was a pause on the other end. "Sir, are you sure? That's....""I'm very sure, Marcus. Take her there. And Marcus, I want her in that warehouse within the hour.""Yes, sir. And... how would you like us to handle her once she's there?"Damien's smile was cold and
"What could possibly make you nervous?""Sunday dinner. With your mother." His expression shifted to something between nervousness and determination. "You said she wants to interrogate me properly. I need to prepare. What should I know? What does she like? What topics are off-limits?"Aria couldn't help but laugh at the rare sight of Damien Blackwood looking genuinely anxious. "You're really worried about this.""Your mother raised an extraordinary woman. That means she's formidable in her own right. And her opinion matters. To you, and therefore to me.""She's going to love you. But if you want specifics..." Aria settled more comfortably in his lap. "She likes white peonies, not roses. She appreciates good wine but isn't a snob about it—something mid-range is fine. She's traditional in some ways but progressive in others. And she's going to ask you about your intentions toward me.""My intentions are to marry you. Eventually. When the time is right."Aria's heart stopped. "What?""Di
Aria stayed curled in Damien's lap while he worked, his one-handed typing surprisingly efficient despite having to hold her with his other arm. She watched the numbers and text scroll across his laptop screen, only understanding about half of what she was seeing....corporate finance had never been her strength.But sitting here, feeling his steady breathing, the occasional rumble of his voice when he made a phone call, the gentle pressure of his hand on her waist....this was comfortable. Safe. Right.Except for the knot of anxiety that had been building in her chest for days now.She needed to talk to him. About her future. About the Chief Innovation Officer position. About what she really wanted to do with her life.But how did you tell the man who'd just created an entire executive position for you that you didn't actually want it?"You're thinking too loud," Damien murmured, his fingers pausing on the keyboard. "I can practically hear the wheels turning in your head.""Sorry. I did
Aria made her way slowly through the estate toward Damien's study. It was on the second floor, in the east wing...a large, masculine space filled with dark wood, leather furniture, and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves.But when she reached the study door and knocked, there was no answer.Strange. Where else would he be?Then she remembered...he had a home office too. A smaller, more private space he used for confidential calls and sensitive work. It was on the third floor, tucked away in a corner of the estate she rarely visited.She climbed the stairs carefully, each step a reminder of this morning's activities, and made her way down the quiet hallway.The door to his private office was slightly ajar, and she could hear his voice inside....low and controlled, the tone he used for business calls."I understand the concerns, Charles, but I'm confident in the projections.The Asian market expansion will be profitable within eighteen months... Yes, I've reviewed the reports personally... No,
ARIA'S POV - Early EveningAria woke slowly, her body protesting every small movement as awareness returned.The room was bathed in the golden light of late afternoon....she must have slept for hours after Damien had brought her breakfast and insisted she rest.She reached out instinctively, seeking his warmth, but found only cool sheets beside her.He wasn't in bed. Wasn't in the bedroom at all from what she could see.Probably in his study, she thought. He'd cancelled all his meetings to take care of her this morning, which meant he likely had a mountain of work to catch up on. Running a billion-dollar empire didn't stop just because he'd spent the morning fucking his girlfriend into oblivion.Aria sat up carefully, testing her body's limits. The soreness was still there.....a deep ache between her thighs, tender spots on her hips and thighs where his fingers had gripped, a pleasant exhaustion in muscles she'd used extensively this morning.But it was manageable now. The hot bath an
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
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
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







