Mag-log inKADE WOLFE
I’ve guarded politicians, arms dealers, and men who smile while signing death warrants. But none of them have unsettled me the way Aria Hale does when she pretends she isn’t breaking.
She thinks no one notices but I do. She walks straight ahead, with a stiff spine and her chin lifted. She doesn’t look back.
The Hale Estate hasn’t changed.
It never does. It was still the cold, ruthless mausoleum that had witnessed and hidden more secrets than any place. It was the kind of place that sucked you dry and left you parched and miserable. Aria must have felt this way all her life.
She looked nothing like the young, bright-eyed girl I once knew.
She stopped at the base of the stairs.
“I’m going to rest.” She said without looking at me. “You don’t have to hover.”
“I do,” I replied.
She clicked her tongue. “Of course. You never listen to me.”
She took the stairs slowly, one hand grazing the banister to steady her. I followed closely behind her.
She paused at the door to her bedroom. “You can stand out here if it makes you any useful.”
I said nothing in response and neither did she. She disappeared into her room, shutting the door behind her. My eyes scanned the hallway. I have no idea what I was searching for, but that didn’t deter me.
The hallway is eerily quiet. Almost like humans don’t reside here. My eyes caught something at the end of the hallway and I made my way towards—
My phone vibrated in my pocket. Not the personal line but my secure one. I stepped away from her door before answering.
UNKNOWN CONTACT: You shouldn’t have come back.
I stared at the screen. There was no number or traceable ID. It all suddenly started to make sense.
I typed back in response. WHO IS THIS?
Three dots appeared. Then it disappeared.
UNKNOWN CONTACT: You already failed once.
I doubled back in shock. Who could this be?
This was definitely a threat. Whoever this was, was warning me to back off. It was clear as day.
I locked my phone, sliding it back into my pocket. Something cold ran through my spine. Whoever knew this knew my history. They knew this estate too, and they definitely knew her.
I turned just in time to see Margaret Hale watching me with her usual composed expression.
“Is everything alright?” She asked.
“Yes,” I said and she searched my face.
She decided on a careful, well-trained smile. One I wasn’t falling for. “Dinner is at seven tonight. Adrian will be joining us.”
What?
“Adrian Parker?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.
She nodded. “He’s Aria’s fiancé. He’s been very concerned.”
Concerned.
“I’ll inform Miss Hale.”
She gave me that smile again. “Please do.” She left without another glance, the sound of her heels announcing her departure.
Fiancé.
I knew who Adrian Parker was. I had seen his file. I had wondered what someone like Aria could be doing with someone as rotten as he is.
I knocked on Aria’s door once but there was no response. So I knocked again.
“Come in.” Her voice came out strained and tired.
Her room smelled like antiseptic, drugs, and something softer underneath like cinnamon. It felt like I was in a hospital room. She sat on the queen-sized bed, her hair falling loosely around her pale face but as always, she still seemed composed.
“Dinner’s at seven.” I start. “You have company.”
Her brows furrowed. “Who?”
“Adrian.”
The colors drained from her face at the mention of his name. It was almost unnoticeable but I caught onto it. Her fingers curled into the duvet.
“He didn’t tell me he was coming.” She said.
“Sounds like him.”
Her eyes shot up. “You know him?”
“I know his type.”
She laughed, a small and coarse one. Then, she pushed herself up, swaying a bit before steadying herself. Instinctively, I took a step forward but she raised her hand midway, causing me to halt in my tracks.
“I’m fine.”
Time for dinner came and the table was impeccably set. No doubt. Aria sat to Richard’s right while I stood behind her, scanning through everyone’s expressions and movements.
Ten minutes later, Adrian waltzed in like he owned the world in a tailored suit and in that smile, he was convinced was charming. Although, it happened to be the only charming thing about him.
“There you are,” he said warmly, eyes on Aria. “I was worried sick.” She looked at him like she was seeing a stranger, like she couldn't recognise who he was.
“You were?” She asked softly.
He reached for her hand but I blocked the contact by stepping forward before he could touch her.
“Miss Hale needs space,” I said calmly and his expression tightened, a frown marring his beautiful face. I don’t know why I did that but something about him touching her just didn't sit right with me.
He was a filthy scumbag.
“And you are?”
“Kade Wolfe. Bodyguard.”
His gaze flicked over me dismissively. “Ah. Of course.” He turned his attention back to Aria. “Darling, I tried calling—”
“I know,” she interrupted midway. “I ignored them.” The silence that followed engulfed the entire table.
That was until Richard cleared his throat. “Let’s eat.” Adrian took his seat like nothing was wrong. Like all was fair and square with the world. Like he wasn’t the first offspring of the devil. A spawn.
I watched Aria as she lifted her fork to her lips, with trembling hands. Throughout dinner, she avoided his eyes.
Good. Because I was trying my best to keep my hands to myself.
Dinner went smoothly, even though the air was thick with tension. It was glaringly obvious that there was an elephant in the room to be addressed. Especially between Aria and Adrian. I couldn’t help but wonder what it was between them.
After dinner, Aria wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin and got up abruptly. Adrian’s eyes followed her. He got up too.
“I’m retiring for the night.” She announced, her hands resting on the chair for balance. It was so obvious she was struggling but no one cared.
I wondered if it was intentional.
When we reached the staircase, Adrian grabbed onto her hands. I saw red. How dare he touch her?
I stepped forward but she stopped me. “Let him.”
He eyed me. “What’s going on, darling?” he asked, staring into her eyes. I wonder if he even sees her. “Are we good?”
She shrugged his hand off her wrist. “Adrian,” She said calmly. “Get out of my house. I don’t want to see your lying, cheating face here again.”
She paused.
“You disgust me.”
ARIA HALE You disgust me. I replayed all the conversations that occurred tonight in my head. I stirred in bed, unable to sleep. It was usually something I struggled with all my life since I had been diagnosed. I had eventually learnt to live with it. In between tolerating my stepmother’s snide remarks and my father’s suspicious gazes, I figured I wouldn’t be able to do the same for Adrian. I had no grace in me to lend him. He had broken my heart. He was cheating on me with Cassie and still dared to come visit the house and dine with us. Just how heartless could he be? Lying to my fucking face? How much of a fool did I resemble?I had questions but I was too weak to sit through one with him. I was both mentally and physically drained. I needed to take a breather first. I changed into a thin nightgown and crawled under the covers, turning to my side. The night breeze slipped in, through the window, cool against my skin. I closed my eyes and tried to will myself to sleep. But noth
KADE WOLFE I’ve guarded politicians, arms dealers, and men who smile while signing death warrants. But none of them have unsettled me the way Aria Hale does when she pretends she isn’t breaking. She thinks no one notices but I do. She walks straight ahead, with a stiff spine and her chin lifted. She doesn’t look back. The Hale Estate hasn’t changed. It never does. It was still the cold, ruthless mausoleum that had witnessed and hidden more secrets than any place. It was the kind of place that sucked you dry and left you parched and miserable. Aria must have felt this way all her life. She looked nothing like the young, bright-eyed girl I once knew. She stopped at the base of the stairs.“I’m going to rest.” She said without looking at me. “You don’t have to hover.” “I do,” I replied.She clicked her tongue. “Of course. You never listen to me.” She took the stairs slowly, one hand grazing the banister to steady her. I followed closely behind her. She paused at the door to her
ARIA HALE The SUV rolled to a stop and the gates parted slowly. The moment we crossed the threshold, a familiar tightness settled in my chest. We had gotten home. Home. That’s if you could call this prison a home. I have never felt at home in this large, cold mansion. The car pulled into the driveway. Before I could reach for the handle, Kade was already standing there, holding the door open for me. I hesitated, then stepped out in wobbly legs. I was back to being a prisoner. The front doors opened almost immediately. My brows shot up. Margaret Hale stood there waiting with that fake smile plastered on her face. My stepmother looked as immaculate as ever. Pearl earrings. Soft cardigan. She looked put together as always, the face of a woman who had mastered the art of pretending. “Oh Aria,” she rushed forward to my side, “My poor darling.” If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought she actually cared. She wrapped her arms around me before I could escape. Her perfume, lav
ARIA HALEI didn’t scream. I didn’t cry either. I lay still, my eyes trained on the ceiling. The sound of the whirring fan and the beeping of machines around me, like they were mocking me. Maybe they were. Maybe everyone was. I was a fool, after all. My chest hurt in a way no illness had ever caused before. The pain was sharp and hollow, like something had been taken out of me and I was left, bleeding. It felt like I would die, but I didn’t. Once she dies, we inherit everything. His voice echoed in my head. I swallowed hard. So that was all I was to him. Someone he could benefit from endlessly after a brief period. A long-time investment. Did he ever love me? My fingers curled into the sheets, nails digging into the fabric because I desperately needed a grounding—an anchor. After all, it felt like I was drowning and I needed something to hold onto. My eyes brimmed with fresh tears that were too stubborn to fall. I was nauseous. Angry. Humiliated. Betrayed. I should have know
ARIA HALE“…..Her pills were tampered with. The pill bottles looked like they had been swapped at the audition. Do you know anyone who could have done that? Her condition is bad enough, we can’t afford to entertain more complications, Mr. Hale,”Doctor Watson’s voice sounded distant, almost like I was underwater. My father’s reply came; strained and low. “I understand, Doctor Watson. It’s under control. I am assigning a bodyguard to her today onwards,” My ears perked at that word. Bodyguard. My eyes fluttered open slowly, taking in my all-familiar environment. Sterile white ceiling. The faint beeping of machines. The familiar cold scent of antiseptics invaded my airways. I turned my head. The doctor was gone. Only my father was standing in the middle of the room, staring into space. He looked older, like he had aged a decade overnight. My throat burned as I tried to speak, the words coming out raw and groggy, “A—a bodyguard? You can’t be serious, Dad,” I attempted to sit up bu







