THE FALL OF ARIA DONOVAN のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Ethan's phone buzzed.A single message appeared from an unknown contact“She has the drive. The game has started.”Ethan’s jaw tightened. He’d tried to bury the past, but the past was coming for them both — and this time, he wasn’t sure who would survive it.He reached for his coat and whispered to himself,“Aria… stay away. You have no idea who you’re really fighting.”~Aria's POV~The flash drive glowed faintly in Aria’s hand as her car sped through the rain. She didn’t go home. Home wasn’t safe anymore. Instead, she drove to the one place she still trusted — Sienna’s apartment.Sienna Hart had been Aria’s personal assistant for four years — loyal, efficient, and dangerously clever. When Aria walked through the door, soaked and silent, Sienna didn’t ask questions. She simply locked it behind her.“I assume that look means we’re past damage control?” Sienna said dryly.Aria dropped the flash drive on the counter. “I need this decrypted — quietly.”Sienna hesitated. “You think someone

After weeks of silence and sleepless nights, Aria Donovan—now Amelia Doran—finally found a cover strong enough to keep her hidden. She had just been accepted as a logistics officer at Harborline Imports, a coastal company that moved goods through quiet trade routes—an ideal place to disappear.The position was simple. Manage shipments. Track cargo. Stay invisible. Exactly what she needed.That evening when boredom striked, Aria slipped into a nearby bar called The Rusty Compass. The place was dim, filled with dockworkers, music, and the clinking of glasses. She ordered a drink, tucked into a corner, and let herself breathe for the first time in months.“New face around here?” a voice asked.Aria looked up. A man stood there, casual but composed, a faint smile playing at his lips. His shirt sleeves were rolled, his accent smooth, his presence somehow out of place in the rough-edged bar.“First week,” she said cautiously.He nodded, taking the stool beside her. “Same here. Guess we’ll

Anna, the orderly’s daughter brushed her uniform blazer, the newest thing she’d ever owned. It was crisp, branded, and expensive — the kind of uniform she used to envy on other girls. Now, it was hers.Her father, stood by the door, worn hands clutching a folded envelope. His eyes were tired, older than his years.“Your transport fare,” he said softly, pressing the money into her palm.Anna frowned. “Where did you even get all this, Papa? You haven’t worked overtime in months.”He forced a smile. “A friend helped. Just focus on your studies.”Anna sighed, half grateful, half resentful. “You always say that. But one day, I’ll stop depending on anyone. I’ll make my own money.”She turned and left before he could reply, her tone laced with the bitterness of someone too young to understand sacrifice.When the door shut, Michael sank into his chair, his hands shaking.He pulled a worn envelope from his pocket — the same one he’d received from Ethan Cole’s assistant weeks ago.Inside was mo

When he left, Aria let out a slow breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She stared at her reflection in the computer screen — at Amelia Doran, the woman she pretended to be.But deep inside, the old Aria stirred again — sharp, ambitious, unafraid.She looked down at the file open on her screen: Shipment 0427 — Confidential Transfer.And right next to it, in the digital signature column, the name L. Carter.Her partner wasn’t just a coworker.He was part of something bigger — maybe even watching her.Aria Donovan kept her head down, typing a report as if she were any other employee. Every word, every click, was calculated. Staying invisible was her new survival skill.“Miss Doran,” a honey-smooth voice called from behind her.Aria looked up. Standing there was Vanessa Cruz , — perfectly dressed, her perfume lingering like a warning. Her red lipstick matched the pointed smile she wore.“Good morning,” Aria said politely, standing to meet her.“Oh, please, no need to be formal,”

Aria’s POVSunday night bled into Monday morning without rest. Aria lay awake with a question looped in her mind — Did Sienna make it home?By dawn, she gave up on sleep. She showered, dressed, and reached for her phone. A message blinked on the screen — still no response. She tried calling. The line rang, then cut off.At first, she brushed it off. Maybe Sienna had overslept, or lost her phone again. But a small, sharp worry began to form under her ribs.By 10 a.m., Aria sent another message:Aria: Morning, Sienna. Just checking in ... are you okay?Aria: How’s work? Did Ethan notice anything?The messages went through. No reply.Her heart sank lower with every passing hour.By noon, the office felt colder. Conversations hummed around her , fragments of laughter, gossip, the usual chaos , yet she felt detached, her focus somewhere else.She opened her email. Nothing from Sienna. No meeting notes. No updates.Odd. Sienna never missed a check-in.Aria decided to call the department dir