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Chapter 240

Three Days Later The 50th floor was quiet in the way only obscene wealth could buy. No city noise reached this height. Nothing entered unless Damian permitted it. He sat leaned back in the leather chair, one leg crossed over the other, phone held loosely in his right hand. His eyes moved down the screen at a deliberate pace. A breaking news alert. The kind that began as whispers in the morning and by afternoon had consumed entire boardrooms. He read without haste. His jaw stayed relaxed. His shoulders stayed loose. The corner of his mouth lifted. A small, cold smirk. Nothing pleasant lived in it. Nothing pretended to. The expression belonged to a man reading about a blaze he had personally set, sitting in perfect silence with nowhere else to be and not a single regret in his blood. He already knew every word of the article. He had known its final shape three days before the journalist ever typed the headline.

Chapter 241

Her mouth snapped shut.He stared at her. No anger in the look. Only emptiness. A complete absence of mercy, of warmth, of anything that could be bargained with. She had seen him ruthless before. Never like this. Never aimed entirely at her.“I do not know what you are talking—”“Last time.” Barely a whisper. “Say it.”Her composure shattered.“Fine.” The word ripped out of her, raw and ugly. “Yes. I arranged it. I called someone. I told him to find her, scare her, make her understand she does not belong anywhere near you, near your life, near any part of your world.” Her voice rose, shaking harder with every word. “Because she does not. She never did. She came from nothing. She is nothing. Your wife treated her like a piece of furniture for years and she just stood there and took it because that is all she knows. And then you. For years I was right there. I knew every single thing you needed. I understood your world better than anyone. A

Chapter 242

The penthouse was warm. The television murmured low in the background. Aria stood in the kitchen holding coffee she had not drunk. She stared through the window at the gray afternoon, buildings dark against a flat sky, the hush of fifty floors above the city wrapped around her. She walked into the living room. Sank onto the couch. Picked up the remote. Flipped channels. News. Property. Business. Weather. She stopped. Elena’s face filled the screen. Not a posed photograph. Raw street footage. Shaky camera from across the road. Elena in a dark coat and low cap, one hand raised to block lenses, hurrying toward a waiting car. Six seconds. Cut to the anchor. WINTERS GROUP ASSETS FROZEN. ELENA WINTERS FACING CRIMINAL CHARGES. INVESTIGATION FOLLOWS DIRECT EVIDENCE SUBMISSION. Aria sat motionless. Remote still in her hand. The anchor continued. Criminal conspiracy. Financial misconduct. The father. Unusually swift investigation. Another clip: Winters Group headquarters, men in

Chapter 243

Aria stood in front of the full-length mirror in the penthouse, running her hands down the sides of the black dress. The fabric felt nice against her skin, soft and a little clingy in all the right places, nothing stiff or showy. She had left her hair down because she knew he liked it that way, the waves falling loose over her shoulders. She turned a little, checking the back, when she heard his footsteps behind her. Damian stepped up close, already in his dark suit with the top button open, and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. He didn’t say anything right away. He just pulled her back against his chest and pressed a slow kiss right below her ear, his breath warm and steady.“You look like mine,” he said quietly, his voice low and rough like it always got when he was feeling possessive.She smiled and turned in his arms, giving him a quick, warm kiss on the mouth. “Then take me out.”The ride down in the elevator was quiet. In the car, the ci

Chapter 244

The suite doors opened to warm, low lighting. Rose petals lay thick across the huge bed, red against the white sheets. The fireplace crackled softly in the corner, throwing dancing shadows on the walls. Tall windows showed the city lights, but right now the only thing that mattered was the space between their bodies. A silver ice bucket sat on the side table next to a half-empty tumbler of whiskey.Damian closed the doors behind them. The music followed them inside, faint and low. Aria stepped right into him this time. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, then started working the buttons of his shirt open one by one, her fingers brushing his skin. She leaned in and kissed his collarbone, then moved up to his throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. He groaned deep in his chest when she bit the muscle of his shoulder.“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, voice rough. “Mark me. I want everyone to see.”She kept going, smiling against his skin, kissing down his c

Chapter 245

He pushed the melting cube inside her with two fingers, fucking her slow and deep while his mouth closed over her clit again. She writhed on the sheets, petals sticking to her damp skin, moaning his name over and over. He added another cube, then a third, stretching her, letting them melt inside while his tongue worked her without mercy. Her thighs shook violently. She came hard, crying out, walls pulsing around the cold and his fingers, but he didn’t stop. He replaced the melted ice with fresh cubes, drawing everything out until a second orgasm crashed through her and she was sobbing, body wracked with aftershocks, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes. Only then did he rise up over her. He yanked the last of the melted ice away, settled between her legs, and thrust in deep in one long stroke. She moaned loud, nails digging into his shoulders. He stayed still for a second, buried all the way, eyes locked on hers, dark and intense. “Mine,” he snarled, voice raw. “This pussy is

Chapter 246

Three weeks had slipped by since the night on the roof of the Meridian, and in that short time the penthouse had quietly transformed into something neither Aria nor Damian had ever allowed themselves before. The days unfolded with a gentle, almost fragile rhythm that felt both unfamiliar and deeply right. Mornings began the same way: Damian would wake first, slip out of bed without waking her, and return a few minutes later with a mug of coffee fixed exactly the way she liked it—strong, with just a splash of cream and no sugar. He would set it on the nightstand, brush a kiss against her temple, and murmur, “Sleep a little longer if you want.” Then he would dress for the office in one of his dark suits, the collar always left open at the throat the way she secretly loved.Aria would linger in bed after he left, listening to the quiet click of the front door, letting the warmth of the sheets hold her a moment longer. She had not felt this safe in years. The kind of safe that

Chapter 247

They stood in the center of an enormous penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the entire space, offering a breathtaking view of the city stretching out in every direction like a glittering, living map. Sunlight flooded the room, bright and clean, bouncing off pale wood floors that gleamed underfoot. The place was completely empty—no furniture, no art on the walls, no trace of anyone else’s life. Just wide-open space, high ceilings, and light. So much light it felt almost holy.Aria turned slowly, taking it all in, her lips parted in quiet wonder. She looked back at Damian.He stood a few feet away, hands tucked into his pockets, watching her with that steady, dark gaze that always seemed to see straight through her.“The other one had too many things in it that happened to you,” he said quietly, voice rough at the edges. “Too many rooms that meant the wrong things.” He took one slow step closer, eyes never leaving hers. “This is ours. From the

Chapter 248

A full week had slipped by since the first unexpected call, and in that time the new penthouse had continued to settle around Aria and Damian like a second skin. The days carried a quiet warmth that felt almost too good to be true. Mornings began with sunlight pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the pale wood floors golden. Damian still left for the office with a kiss pressed to her temple and a mug of coffee waiting on the counter exactly the way she liked it. She moved through the space barefoot, arranging a few new throw pillows on the sectional, hanging a single piece of art they had chosen together on the long wall facing the city. Evenings found them sharing simple meals at the kitchen island or curled on the couch with the lights low, talking about nothing important and everything at once. His jacket still ended up draped over her side of the sofa. Her laughter still drew that steady, dark gaze from him that made her stomach flutter every time.She

Chapter 249

Aria picked up the phone again only to slide it into the far drawer of the island, pushing it out of sight. Then she stood there, palms flat on the cool marble, breathing in slow and deliberate pulls. The sunlight streaming through the windows warmed her back, but it did nothing to loosen the knot behind her ribs.Her mind kept circling back to the sound of Cassandra’s voice—small, broken, the crying that had not stopped even after the line went dead. Aria turned away from the counter, crossed to the kettle, and filled it with water just to have something to do with her hands. She set it on the stove and watched the blue flame flicker to life. While the water heated, she moved to the tall windows and pressed her forehead lightly against the glass. The city sprawled out endless and glittering, cars moving like tiny bright dots far below. It should have felt peaceful. Instead it felt distant, like she was watching it from behind a thick pane of something she could not break.

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