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The drive back to the mansion was silent. Aria sat curled against the window, the city lights sliding across her face in broken patterns. Lucian did not look at her once. His knuckles were still stained with blood. His jaw was clenched like he was holding the whole world together with his teeth.When the car rolled to a stop in front of the mansion, Aria stepped out first. Her legs felt weak, like the ground was still shaking beneath her. Lucian followed slowly, his steps heavy, guarded. The guards bowed their heads as they passed but Aria barely noticed. Her mind was still trapped in the memory of the fight. The screams. The broken glass. The way Lucian had moved with terrifying precision. She had never seen anyone fight like that. She had never seen anyone kill with such fierce calm.Inside the mansion, the lights were softer, warmer, almost gentle. Aria stopped in the middle of the grand hallway. She turned to him. Lucian paused a few steps away, carrying an aura of danger that had

The mansion felt smaller than usual, almost suffocating in its quiet. Aria moved cautiously through the halls, her heels silent against the marble floors. The echoes of the party’s chaos were gone, replaced by something heavier—an undercurrent of unease. Something was off. She could feel it in the way the staff moved, the way Matteo’s fingers tapped impatiently on the table, and the tension etched into Lucian’s posture even as he tried to appear calm.In the study, Matteo’s laptop hummed softly. His brow was furrowed in concentration, eyes scanning lines of code like a general reading troop movements before a battle. Aria watched silently from the doorway.Something is wrong, she said finally, her voice low.Matteo didn’t look up immediately. Then he gestured for her to come closer. Lorena has been… careful, he said, his voice clipped, like each word had to be measured. But not careful enough.Aria’s stomach sank.He’s been feeding information. About the mansion. About you. About ever

The entire mansion breathed tension that night. Every guard moved with sharpened focus. Every corridor felt colder than usual. Word had spread that Matteo had found the source of the leak, and every name in the mansion was a suspicion until proven innocent.Lucian stood by the window in his office, staring out into the stormy night. His jaw flexed slowly, his hands clasped behind his back. He had been waiting for this moment and the silence around him meant only one thing. Matteo was on his way.The door opened without a knock. Matteo entered with rain still dripping from his hair and shoulders. He looked like a man who had clawed through hell to get answers.Lucian did not turn. He asked only one question.WhoThe name fell from Matteos tongue like a death sentence.LorenaThe room froze. Even the air seemed to stop moving. Lucian blinked slowly as if absorbing the weight of it. Lorena. The girl Aria trusted. The girl who smiled sweetly and offered comfort. The girl who swore loyalty