Crown and Consequences- Falling for the hunted billionaire의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

Aria’s POVThe sun was low over Manhattan, spilling warm amber light across the skyline. I stood on the balcony of our estate, the city stretching endlessly beneath me. The air was soft, carrying the faint scent of the river and the distant hum of life beyond the walls of our carefully built sanctuary. I cradled my daughter in my arms, her tiny body warm against mine, her soft breaths steady and calming.She had changed everything. Not just our lives, but me. She had turned fear into courage, despair into purpose, and silence into a voice I no longer feared using. I traced a finger gently over the curve of her cheek, marveling at how fragile and yet how strong she already was. Her little fingers curled around mine instinctively, a silent promise of trust and love I vowed to honor every single day.Rico appeared behind me, hands sliding around my waist as he leaned his chin against my shoulder. “She’s awake,” he whispered, voice soft, filled with awe. “She’s watching the city wake up.”

Aria’s POVThe morning light streamed through the tall windows of our Manhattan estate, washing the room in a warm, golden glow. I sat at the kitchen table, cradling my coffee cup, our daughter perched happily in her high chair beside me. She babbled and waved at the sunbeams dancing across the walls, oblivious to the worries of the adult world, and I felt a rare sense of calm settle over me. For once, the house wasn’t filled with alarms, threats, or whispered plans it was just us. Our little family.Rico entered quietly, slipping into the kitchen in a white T-shirt, hair still mussed from sleep, and the faint scent of cologne lingering in the air. He kissed the top of our daughter’s head before setting down his own cup. “Good morning,” he murmured, voice low, warm.“Morning,” I replied softly, smiling at the way he crouched to nuzzle her cheek. She squealed with delight, reaching for him, and I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me. This was the life I had fought for the moments no o

Aria’s POVThe city lights stretched endlessly beneath us as we flew over Manhattan, Rico beside me, our daughter sleeping soundly in the car seat behind us. Even from this height, the glow of the skyline seemed alive, vibrant, almost mocking in its serenity. I pressed my hand against the window, my reflection staring back at me tired, tense, but unyielding. Caspian’s warning had shaken us, but fear wouldn’t paralyze me. Not anymore.Rico’s hand found mine, fingers lacing with mine, grounding me. “You’re thinking too hard,” he murmured, voice low, almost teasing but with a weight I recognized. Every tone, every word from him carried control, experience, strategy.I shook my head. “I can’t stop thinking. He’s moving, Rico. I can feel it. He doesn’t just send threats he acts. And the first thing he wants is her. I can’t let that happen.”He turned his gaze to the road, jaw tight. “And he won’t. Not while I’m breathing. But we have to be smart, Aria. Not reactive. We need to predict, ant

Aria’s POVThe morning air in Manhattan had a crispness to it that seemed unusual for this time of year. I leaned against the balcony railing of the estate, watching the city hum below, a mixture of excitement and unease twisting inside me. The events of the past months had reshaped my life completely from the night I’d saved a bleeding man outside a club to the moment I held my daughter in my arms as our lives began to rebuild. But today, something felt different. The calm we had fought so hard for was about to shift again.Rico appeared beside me, his presence grounding and inevitable. He didn’t speak at first, just stood close enough for me to feel the warmth radiating from him, his hand brushing mine. I glanced at him, noting the faint tension in his jaw and the intensity in his gray eyes. He had been silent on the drive over, a rare sign that something serious was brewing.“You’re quiet,” I finally said, trying to mask my own apprehension with casual tone.“I’m thinking,” he repl

Aria’s POVThe early morning light cut through the city fog like sharp silver blades, illuminating Manhattan in a way that made everything look deceptively calm. From our estate, the streets below seemed quiet, orderly, almost peaceful but I knew better. I could feel the tension thrumming beneath the city’s surface, a pulse that matched the tight rhythm in my chest. Caspian was moving, I was certain of it, and today would mark the beginning of a new phase in our game.Rico and I had risen before dawn, both of us wordlessly slipping into the rhythm of preparation. The house was silent except for the faint hum of security monitors and the occasional rustle of paperwork. Every movement, every decision, carried weight. The past weeks had been a masterclass in strategy and anticipation, and yet, this morning carried a sharp edge I couldn’t ignore.I dressed carefully, choosing a tailored blazer and pants that allowed freedom of movement but projected authority. This wasn’t just a meeting i