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The café was small and nondescript, tucked behind an old bookstore in a quiet part of the city. It was the kind of place where people came to be forgotten — the perfect meeting spot for a man who had spent years trying to disappear.His name was Caleb Knox.Former private investigator. The last person Olivia Wolfe had hired before her death.And the only one who could answer the question that haunted Aria’s nights:What had Olivia found?He sat at the far corner table, shoulders hunched, cap pulled low. When Aria approached, he looked up — and for a moment, she saw it.The guilt.The weight of silence.“You’re Olivia’s…?” he began.“I’m Aria,” she replied. “Her… successor. And the last person Sebastian tried to break.”He nodded once. “Sit. But we don’t have much time.”She slid into the booth. Her fingers trembled, but her eyes stayed locked on his.“I need the truth,” she said.“I kept it for too long,” Caleb whispered. “It’s time someone does something with it.”---He pulled out a

The headlines hit like a tsunami.“Wolfe Enterprises Linked to Money Laundering and Fraud — New Evidence Surfaces.”“The Olivia Wolfe Files: Stolen Funds, Corporate Secrets, and a Silenced Wife.”“Exclusive: Aria Wolfe Leaks Explosive Evidence Tying CEO to Criminal Network.”By noon, stock markets reacted violently. Wolfe Enterprises’ stock nosedived by 35% in a single trading session. Carrington Holdings halted trading altogether, citing “investigatory developments.”Aria watched it unfold on the news from her apartment, Geneva beside her, both silent.“It’s really happening,” Geneva whispered.Aria nodded, still processing it all. “We’re finally making them bleed.”---Hours later, her phone buzzed.It was Detective Leigh.“Aria, you need to come to the precinct. Now.”Her stomach clenched. “What happened?”“We have Sebastian. He resurfaced.”---At the precinct, Aria stood behind a glass panel watching as Sebastian Wolfe sat in an interrogation room. His once-polished demeanor was

Aria returned to the city not as a fugitive or a forgotten wife — but as a woman the world now watched.Geneva had warned her about the press. She’d expected flashing cameras, microphones shoved in her face, paparazzi lurking outside her apartment building. She thought she was ready.She wasn’t.They crowded the sidewalks the morning after her return.“Aria Wolfe, did you expect to bring down the Wolfe empire?”“Do you have ties to offshore accounts yourself?”“Is it true you had therapy for depression five years ago?”That last question stopped her mid-step.She turned sharply, her gaze icy.“What I’ve overcome is mine to tell,” she snapped. “Don’t weaponize my healing just because a man couldn’t face his consequences.”The cameras clicked furiously as she strode past them, Geneva gripping her arm protectively.“That’s going to make headlines,” Geneva murmured when they reached the elevator.“Let it,” Aria said through clenched teeth. “They want me ashamed of surviving. I won’t give

The press conference was still two days away, but the threats were already closing in.Aria knew it from the moment she stepped out of her apartment building that morning. The air felt heavier, the eyes watching from shaded corners more brazen.Geneva insisted on sending a driver. Aria agreed, but when the black SUV pulled up, something felt... wrong.The driver barely looked at her. No greeting, no Geneva’s usual text confirming the plate number. Aria paused, hand on the door handle, her instincts flaring.But before she could retreat, the rear door swung open from the inside.Two men in black masks yanked her inside.The SUV peeled off, tires screeching against asphalt, the city vanishing behind tinted windows.She fought — kicking, scratching — but a needle jabbed her arm, cold and sharp, and the world began to swim.“Let her sleep,” a voice muttered. “She’ll wake when it’s time.”---When consciousness returned, everything hurt.Aria's head throbbed, and her wrists burned — zip-ti

The sun was barely up when Aria’s phone buzzed with a secured line call.She answered instantly. “Hello?”“It’s Leigh. We got him.”She straightened, heart pounding. “Carrington?”“Yes. Caught trying to cross into Venezuela with a falsified diplomatic passport. He’s in custody. They’re extraditing him here.”Aria’s pulse raced. “When?”“He’ll land tonight. You’ll want to see this.”She hung up, her mind already a storm. It was ending — all of it. The web of crime, corruption, and death that had haunted her was about to collapse.And this time, she wanted to witness it burn.---By nightfall, Aria stood behind reinforced glass at the airport’s private detention wing. Journalists gathered outside, kept at bay by barricades and armed officers.A private jet, tail lights flashing red in the dark, taxied to a stop. The door opened, and two federal agents stepped out with a chained, hooded figure between them.Julian Carrington.His hood was ripped off, and there he was — hair disheveled, f