LOGINAria’s POVThe penthouse felt warmer that evening.I was sitting on the couch with my legs tucked under me, wearing one of Kyle’s soft gray sweaters. It smelled like him. I had spent the day doing small things again … making tea, watering the plants, folding the same blanket three times. My mind kept going back to the gallery. I wanted to go back so badly it hurts.Kyle walked in from his study. He had changed into a black shirt and dark jeans. The bruises on his face were fading to yellow and purple, but they were still there. He looked at me for a long moment, his eyes soft but searching.“Aren’t we going for our journey anymore?” he asked quietly. “It would have been good for you..”I looked up at him. My fingers played with the hem of the sweater.“I… I changed my mind,” I said. “I want to stay. The team invited me to the party tomorrow night. I want to go. Just for a little while.”Kyle’s jaw tightened for half a second. His eyes went cold, then warm again so fast I almost miss
Aria’s POVI couldn’t sleep that night.Kyle’s bruises were dark against his skin. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the cut on his lip and the swelling on his cheek. He had kissed me every time I asked who hurt him. He had taken me to bed and proved he was still strong. But the questions stayed loud in my head.Who did this to him?Was it the same people sending the threats?Was it Jason?The next morning, Kyle left for a meeting. He kissed me at the door and told me to stay inside. “I’ll be back by lunch,” he said. “Rest. Don’t worry about me.”The moment the door closed, I picked up my phone.I tried calling Margaret first. It rang three times and went to voicemail.I tried Thomas. Same thing.I tried the gallery main line. A new receptionist answered. When I asked for Margaret, the woman said, “She’s in a meeting. Can I take a message?”I hung up.Everyone was avoiding me.I sat on the couch and stared at the phone. My hands shook. The walls felt closer than ever. I tried calli
Aria’s POVThe afternoon light in the penthouse was soft and golden. I had spent most of the day doing small things. I watered the plants. I folded the clean towels in the bathroom. I made myself a cup of tea and let it go cold on the counter. Every sound made me jump … the hum of the fridge, the distant traffic far below, my own footsteps on the marble floor.I was sitting on the couch when the front door opened and Kyle stepped inside.He looked tired. His suit jacket was slung over one shoulder. His white shirt had a small rip near the collar. But what made my heart stop was his face.There was a dark bruise forming on his left cheekbone. His bottom lip was split and swollen. A small cut above his eyebrow had dried blood at the edge.I stood up fast. “Kyle!”He closed the door behind him and tried to smile. It looked painful.“I’m fine,” he said quietly.I rushed to him. My hands reached up to touch his face, but I stopped just before I made contact. “Who hurt you? What happened
Jason’s POVThe underground garage beneath Hartley Tower smelled of concrete and engine oil. Dim lights cast long shadows across the rows of luxury cars. Jason Hartley stood beside his black Mercedes, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his tailored coat.His jaw was tight. His eyes burned from too many sleepless nights.He had come alone.He didn’t bother to bring his security or any assistant. Just the raw need to end this.Kyle’s car pulled in five minutes later. The sleek silver Bentley glided to a stop two spaces away. The door opened and Kyle stepped out, calm as ever in a dark gray suit, hazel eyes scanning the empty garage before landing on Jason.For a moment, neither of them spoke.Then Kyle’s mouth curved into a small, cold smile. “Brother. You wanted to talk. Here I am.”Jason’s hands clenched inside his pockets. “Cut the shit, Kyle. I’m not here for games.”Kyle closed the car door with a soft click. He leaned against the hood, arms crossed loosely over his chest. “Then
Margaret’s POVThe elevator doors opened into the sleek marble lobby of Kyle Hartley’s building. Margaret stepped out beside Thomas, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. The doorman nodded politely as they passed, but his eyes followed them a little too long. Everything in this place felt watched.They walked through the revolving doors and out onto the busy sidewalk. The afternoon sun hit them hard after the cool air inside the penthouse. Margaret stopped at the curb. She adjusted the strap of her bag and looked back up at the towering glass building. It was really a remarkable building. The life of the rich was actually really beautiful but something felt weird and she couldn’t put her finger on it.Thomas stood beside her, still holding the empty paper bag that had carried the pastries. He shifted his weight. “She looked… okay,” he said carefully. “Better than I expected. The color was back in her face.”Margaret didn’t answer right away. She kept staring at
Aria’s POVThe penthouse felt quieter than usual that afternoon.I had spent the morning doing small things. I made coffee in the fancy machine Kyle liked. I watered the new plants he had brought in … little ferns and orchids that made the living room feel less like a glass box. I folded the blanket on the couch even though it didn’t need folding. I stared out the big windows at the city below. The people looked like tiny dots moving fast. I wondered what it felt like to walk among them without looking over my shoulder.Kyle had left for a short meeting. He kissed me before he went. “I won’t be long,” he said. “Stay inside. Rest. I’ll bring lunch when I come back.”I nodded. I tried to work on my laptop for a while. Emails from the gallery. A few questions about the next show. My fingers moved slowly. Every time I typed a sentence, I felt eyes on me. Even though I was alone. Even though the security cameras blinked green and the doorman downstairs checked every visitor twice.A s
Aria’s POVI woke up to sunlight streaming through the guest room window and the buzz of my phone on the nightstand.A text from Marcus: “Papers are ready. Come by the office at 8 AM.”I checked the time. 7:15 AM.Jason’s bedroom door was already closed when I passed it on my way to the shower. I c
Aria’s POVI sat on the edge of the guest room bed, with my hands folded neatly in my lap. The suitcases Jason had carried back upstairs sat unopened at my feet like evidence of my failed escape.Everything was perfectly still.I was perfectly still.And then I started laughing.It was very quite
Kyle’s POVI checked my watch. 5:17 PM.Aria had left at 2:30. Said she’d be a few hours. It had been almost three.I pulled out my phone and called her.It rang once. Twice. Three times.Then cut to voicemail.I frowned. I tried again.Same thing. Straight to voicemail after three rings.Not dead
Kyle’s POVThe first thing I was aware of was the sweat.It had plastered my hair to the back of my neck and soaked through the thin fabric of my sleep shirt, the sheets beneath me were damp and twisted from what must have been hours of restless turning. I blinked at the ceiling, with my chest hea







