Mag-log inAria's POV
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By the time I got home, my arms were aching so bad. I pushed the gate open and stepped into the compound. The grocery bags felt twice as heavy as they had at the supermarket. I think it was because my mind wouldn't stop running, maybe because I was tired or maybe because my life had become one giant question mark.
I walked into the house and headed straight for the kitchen. The first thing that I did was to drop the bags on the counter.
"Finally." I said with a very long sigh. I stretched my shoulders and began unpacking everything. Tomatoes. Bread. Milk. Eggs. Jam. Vegetables. One by one, I arranged them carefully to where they belonged.
For a few minutes, everything felt normal. Peaceful. No mysterious notes. No strange women and no marriage contracts. Just groceries.
Exactly what I needed. Then the doorbell rang. I became furious because I knew that my dad was at home and we weren't expecting anyone. The bell rang again. It rang more impatient this time.
“Urghh”. I wiped my hands on a towel and started heading towards the door. When I opened it, a delivery man stood outside. Beside him was a large white box. It was huge and neatly packaged. But the box immediately made me suspicious.
"Miss Aria Cole?"
I blinked. "Yes."
His face relaxed. "Perfect." He checked something on his clipboard. Then looked back at me.
"I have a delivery for you."
My eyebrows pulled together. "A delivery?"
"Yes."
I stared at the box, then at him, then back at the box. "There must be some mistake."
The delivery man frowned. "Aria Cole?"
"Yes".
He checked the address. Then he nodded.
" There's No mistake."
I crossed my arms. "But I didn't order anything".
The man shrugged. Honestly, he looked like someone who couldn't care less.
"You know, this happens all the time."
"What?"
"People forgetting about their deliveries".
"I didn't forget”.
A small smile seemed to appear on his face. "Well, whoever sent it definitely meant for you to receive it."
That wasn't comforting at all. Not even a little. He held out a clipboard. "Please sign."
I hesitated. Really? Sign? What could I possibly be signing when I didn't order the delivery. It was really suspicious and frightening at the same time. The thing I could do now is to take courage and sign. So that was exactly what I did. I signed.
The delivery man immediately motioned toward his assistant. The two men carefully carried the box inside and placed it on the dining table.
That very second they left, the house became quiet again. So quiet that the little peace I felt earlier came back again. But it didn't last.
There it was. The box. My mystery delivery, sitting comfortably in the middle of the dining table. Waiting patiently for me to unravel the thing inside of it.
I stared at it and the box stared back. Okay, maybe not, but it felt like it. I walked around the box once and then twice. What if it was from the mystery groom? And what if it wasn't? Or what if opening it somehow made everything worse? Like killing me or something?
I groaned. I was officially losing my mind for real. Finally, curiosity won.Well, it always did. I pulled a chair closer and carefully lifted up the lid. The moment I saw what was inside, my breath caught. I couldn't believe my eyes.
It was a white, soft, elegant, and beautiful wedding dress. A very expensive one at that. For a second, I simply stared. The fabric looked like something that came out of a movie. It has delicate lace, tiny hand sewn detail. The kind of dress most girls dream about and would die to be in.
Slowly, I reached inside and lifted it. The material slipped through my fingers like water.
Oh my God, It was so gorgeous. Painfully gorgeous. I knew I was excited but at the same time it made me angry. Because whoever bought the dress clearly knew my size, my style, my everything. And yet, I still don't know his name.
I let out a humorless laugh. "That's insane.” The dress sparkled under the dining room light. It almost looked like it was mocking me. I carried it upstairs and laid it across my bed.
For a long moment, I just stood there. Looking at it. Trying to imagine myself wearing it, trying to imagine standing beside a stranger at the altar promising him forever.
The thought made my stomach twist. My eyes moved over the dress again.The lace, the sleeves, the long train. And honestly it was a beautiful dress I won't lie.
Then something caught my attention. I saw a small bump beneath the fabric. I frowned. “What else now?”
Maybe it was part of the design or maybe not. So immediately, curiosity stirred. I had to know what might be causing the bump in the dress.
Slowly and carefully, I ran my finger over the area. There it was again. It's definitely not fabric or any additional design.
My heartbeat quickened. I looked at the wedding dress, then at the spot beneath the lining, then back again at the dress.
That very moment I considered leaving it alone and pretending like I hadn't noticed anything and none of all this was happening. But all of this lasted for three seconds. Curiosity.
Carefully, I slipped my hand beneath the inner lining. Up and down. My fingers then brushed against something. It felt light and smooth.
Paper. My breath caught. Slowly and carefully I put it free. It was a folded envelope that had been hiding inside the wedding dress.
Why would someone put an envelope inside a wedding dress? Can you imagine? This was creepy for real.
What was written across the front in neat black ink were there words that made me shiver, it made my blood run cold.
FOR ARIA ONLY.
Aria’s POV***My fingers would not stop shaking.The phone screen glowed in the dark room like it was alive. The photo stayed open. The woman on the chair. Her head low. Her hair covering her face. The ropes on her wrists. The message under it burned into my eyes.‘She is still alive because of you. Come alone tomorrow or she dies. Tell no one.’I locked the screen. Then I opened it again. Then I locked it. My heart was hitting my ribs so hard it hurt. I pressed the phone against my chest and tried to breathe.Who was she?Why me?Why now?A soft knock touched my door. I jumped so hard the phone nearly fell.“Aria?”My father’s voice. Gentle. Worried.I wiped my face fast and shoved the phone under the pillow.“Come in,” I said. My voice sounded broken.The door opened. Dad stepped inside with the small lamp in his hand. The light made his tired face look older. He closed the door behind him and stood near the bed.“You have been crying,” he said.“I am fine.”“Do not lie to me.”I l
Aria’s POV***I slammed the door so hard the frame shook.Then I fell to the floor.My knees hit the old carpet and the pain did not even matter. Tears were already running down my face so fast I could not wipe them in time. My chest was rising and falling like I had been running for miles. I pressed both hands over my mouth so my father would not hear how ugly the sound of my crying was.I married a monster.The words I shouted downstairs were still in my throat. They burned. They felt true and wrong at the same time. I did not know which part hurt more.Adrian’s voice kept replaying in my head.*As your husband, I command you to stop.*Command.Like I was a servant. Like I was a child. Like my fear was an inconvenience he needed to shut down.I crawled to the bed and climbed onto it without turning on the light. The room was dark except for the weak moonlight coming through the curtain. This used to be my room. My safe place. The bed still smelled a little like the soap my mother u
Adrian’s POV***The phone was still in my hand.The live camera feed from the mansion was still on the screen. The open door. The blood on the floor. The empty corridor. My security man stood beside me, waiting for an order. Aria and Daniel stood in front of me, both of them looking at the phone like it held the answer to everything.Aria stretched out her hand.“Adrian, give it to me. Let me see.”I locked the screen and pulled the phone back.“No.”Her eyes widened. “What do you mean no? I saw your face. Something is wrong. Give it to me.”“It is nothing you need to see right now.”Daniel stepped closer. His voice was hard. “Adrian, what’s that? Show us.”I kept the phone down by my side. My fingers were tight around it. If Aria saw the open door and the blood, she would break again. She would ask more questions. She would demand answers I could not give without putting her in more danger.“It’s nothing,” I said. My voice came out calm even though my chest was tight. “Just some pro
Adrian’s POV***Daniel’s question hung in the cold night air.“Aria… what are you doing here by this time?”Aria did not answer with words at first. She just ran to him and held him tight. Her bag fell to the ground with a soft sound. Her shoulders shook hard. Daniel held the lamp in one hand and wrapped his other arm around her like he was afraid she would disappear if he let go.I stayed by the car. The two security cars were parked a little behind us. Their lights were off now, but I knew the men inside were watching everything. The street was quiet. Too quiet for a moment like this.Daniel looked over Aria’s head and saw me. His face changed. The fear in his eyes turned into something harder. Something close to anger.“Adrian,” he said. His voice was rough. “Why is my daughter here in the middle of the night? Why does she look like this?”Before I could speak, Aria pulled back a little. Her voice was broken and full of tears.“Dad… Lily is dead.”Daniel froze. The lamp shook in h
Adrian’s POV***I didn't answer her question. I was already tired. We both got into the car and I started driving.“Adrian, why did you ask? She asked me again.“Nothing. Just wanted to know.” I answered and kept driving.The two cars stayed behind us.I could see them clearly in the rearview mirror. One black. One dark grey. They kept the same distance the whole time. Not too close. Not too far. Just enough to make it clear they were not going anywhere.Aria kept looking at the side mirror. Then she turned and looked through the back window. Her hands were tight on her bag. Her breathing was not steady. I could feel the fear coming from her without her saying a word.“Why are they still following us?” she asked. Her voice was low but full of fear. “Adrian, answer me. Why are those cars behind us?”I kept my eyes on the road for a second. Then I looked at the mirror again. The cars were still there. Same speed. Same position.“They are with us,” I said.She turned to me fast. “What d
Adrian’s POV***After I said those words to her, I did not wait for my father or Ethan to say anything else.I left them standing in the hallway and followed Aria immediately. My steps were fast and heavy. She was already near the front door with her small bag held tightly in one hand. Her back was straight but I could still see the small tremble in her shoulders. She was tired. She was scared. And she was done with this house.“Aria, wait,” I called.She did not stop. She reached for the door handle like she had already made up her mind and nothing could change it.I moved faster and stood in front of the door, blocking her path. My voice came out stronger and more serious than I planned.“You are not leaving like this. Not in the middle of the night. Not after everything that just happened in this house.”She looked up at me with tired and angry eyes. The same eyes that had looked at me earlier like I was a stranger. “Move, Adrian. I already told you I am going home. I cannot stay







