Todos los capítulos de Surrendered Desires: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Ariana’s POVThe corridor stretched long and silent as we followed him. The butler’s steps were measured, precise, the kind of rhythm that betrayed neither fear nor hesitation. But my own legs trembled with every pace. I couldn’t stop clutching the folder to my chest, as if letting it go would mean the truth might vanish again. Luca stayed close, his body tense like a coiled spring ready to snap. Vanessa’s flashlight was still gripped in her hand, her expression sharp and suspicious. Nathan walked just behind the butler, his eyes narrowed, studying every move.The air felt different. Not like trespass anymore. Not like being caught. It felt… planned.He led us down a narrow servants’ stairwell, the kind I’d used years ago when I tried to escape Daniel’s rages unseen. The walls were chipped, the lights dim, dust clinging to every step. Finally, we reached a small room tucked at the base of the staircase. A storage space, plain and forgotten — shelves lined with linens and half-broken b

Ariana’s POVMorning crept in like a thief, pale light slanting through the curtains. I hadn’t slept. None of us had. The box sat where we left it on the table, its contents spilling in my mind even when I closed my eyes.Every word from those files replayed: procedure authorized by D. Cole. Every threat, every order, every chain Adrian and Daniel had wrapped around me. My body was heavy with exhaustion, but my veins thrummed with something sharper than fear—resolve.Vanessa was the first to speak. Her hair was a mess, her eyeliner smudged, but her voice cut through the silence. “So, what’s the plan, Ari? You’ve got dynamite in your hands. You gonna light it or keep staring at the fuse?”Her bluntness stung, but she wasn’t wrong. Nathan, leaning against the counter, crossed his arms. “We move carefully. Too fast, and Daniel will know exactly where to strike back. He’ll play the victim. He always does.”Luca looked at me, his eyes soft but steady. “Whatever you choose, I’ll stand with

Ariana’s POVThe morning was gray, a dull wash of light across the city, but I could feel him even before I saw him.Daniel. His car was still parked on the street below, sleek, black, polished to perfection. The kind of car that didn’t just sit—it watched.Nathan had been right. He hadn’t left. He had stayed the entire night. Waiting.I stood at the window, hidden behind the curtain, my coffee cooling in my hands. From up here, I couldn’t see his face, but I knew his posture by heart. Straight, still, composed. A predator conserving energy before the strike.The memory of his knock still rattled in my bones.Vanessa came up behind me, her robe tied loosely, her cigarette already lit despite the hour. “He’s still out there?”I nodded. She exhaled smoke through her nose. “Persistent bastard.”Nathan joined us, his voice clipped, sharp. “He’s making a statement. He wants Ariana to feel trapped even in her own walls.”It was working. My skin itched. My stomach tightened. Every sip of cof

Ariana’s POVThe city air felt colder than it should have as I stood facing Daniel on the street. Every sound seemed amplified—the hum of traffic, the buzz of a neon sign across the block, the faint scrape of a pigeon’s wings against brick.But beneath it all was silence. A silence so sharp it cut into my bones. Daniel’s eyes held mine, steady, calculating. The smile he wore was polite, practiced. But I knew better than anyone what lived behind that smile.“You look tired,” he said finally, his voice smooth as silk. “Are they keeping you up at night?”“They,” of course, meant Luca.My chest tightened. But I refused to look away. “I sleep better now than I ever did with you.”For the briefest moment, a flicker of anger flashed in his eyes. But it was gone almost instantly, replaced by calm amusement.Luca shifted at my side, his grip on my hand like steel. “You should leave, Daniel.”Daniel’s gaze slid to him, slow and deliberate. “Ah, the prodigal lover. Still playing hero, I see.” Hi

Ariana’s POVMorning crept into the apartment like an uninvited guest, pale light slanting through the blinds, illuminating dust motes that floated lazily in the air. I sat at the table, staring at the mug of coffee I hadn’t touched, my thoughts circling like restless birds.Daniel’s car was gone. His silence stretched on. And Nathan’s words, his expression, that flicker of guilt in his eyes—they clung to me harder than Daniel’s absence.I wasn’t sure which unsettled me more: the enemy I could see or the friend I wasn’t certain I could trust.Luca joined me, his hair damp from the shower, a towel draped over his shoulders. He leaned down, pressed a kiss to the top of my head, and murmured, “You didn’t sleep.”I shook my head, eyes fixed on the dark swirl of coffee. “Every time I closed my eyes, I felt… watched. Not just by him. By everything.”Luca slid into the chair beside me, his presence a steady anchor. His hand brushed against mine on the table, warm and grounding. “Then we face