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“Kayden,” Mr. Morgan begins, his voice restrained yet trembling with contained fury, “I will get straight to the point. Stay away from Aria.” The words strike Kayden like a physical blow. His jaw locks, fingers curling involuntarily. He forces a steady breath, but the air feels thin. “Dad, I don't understand. Did something happen?” Mr. Morgan steps forward. “Do not call me Dad and play innocent with me. I know everything.” Kayden’s heart skipped a beat, but he kept his posture still. He is used to acting nonchalant even in the face of danger. Fighting panic is second nature to him, but this is different. This is Ariana. Touch her and you touch everything. “What is it you think you know?” Kayden asks, voice low. Mr. Morgan throws a stack of papers onto the table. They scatter across the surface. Photos. Reports. Shadows of a past Kayden has tried so hard to bury. The image of Mrs. Amelia’s lifeless body catches his eye, and he feels his stomach twist. “I received this today

Kayden sat behind his desk in the quiet office, staring at the laptop screen as he tried to focus on his plans for the evening. He had a strong suspicion Master X would make a move today or tomorrow. It had been a week now since his escape from prison and his uncle Edwin’s disappearance, but he had still not found Master X's location. The man still held out for this long even when Kayden had cut off all his sources of escape and income. Kayden had to hand it to him for being such a worthy adversary. The glass wall behind him reflected the dim lights of the skyline, but Kayden barely saw them. Sleep left him days ago, replaced by the cold knot in his chest that tightens each time he remembers the look in Mr. Morgan’s eyes when he had confronted him. Hurt. Confusion. Doubt. What hurt him more was Aria's fake laughter anytime she spoke to him on the phone. Anytime her soft giggles came through the phone, followed by those understanding words, “It's alright, husband, I know you

It was three days later that the rescue team finally found Kayden. Three long, torturous days, and Aria thought she was going crazy from worry. She kept telling herself that no news meant no bad news, but it was easier to tell herself encouraging words than to actually believe them. Even the weather seemed to have sensed her mood, as the sky was filled with dark clouds, and it was raining cats and dogs, much like the tears in her heart. Mr. Morgan wasn't any better; watching Aria slowly lose her cheeriness in just three days with her stress levels so high that even Dr. Jason was in his estate attending to her to help keep Aria and the baby stable and healthy weighed on him greatly. Also, he couldn't deny the guilt he felt; his adopted son was in danger, possibly because of him, and it weighed heavily on his heart. It was late morning, around 11am, and Aria was seated on the couch in the living room.Dr. Jason was checking her blood pressure with Mr. Morgan sitting across from her

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The church bells toll gently as Aria stands at the entrance of the aisle. Music swells from the small orchestra near the altar. Mr Morgan stands beside her, dressed in a dark suit, eyes shining with equal parts joy and disbelief. “You look beautiful, Aria,” he murmurs. Seeing Aria today made him miss Amelia so much. She was also very beautiful on their wedding day, like a goddess sent down to earth to bless mere mortals. “Thank you, Dad.” Aria says. Mr Morgan offers his arm and she takes it just as the doors open. The crowd rises as one. Flower petals perfume the air. Light pours through the stained glass windows in soft ribbons of color that fall across the aisle. Aria steps forward. Kayden stands at the altar waiting for her, wearing a suit that fits his powerful frame perfectly. His hair is swept back, his jaw clean shaven. His eyes are fixed on her with a depth that steals her breath. His smile holds nothing but devotion, pride and an overwhelming certainty that he i