Todos los capítulos de His Christmas Present : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Aria's POV“Helena is responsible for your mother's death," she said, sadness etched in her face.“Helena?” I reiterated, “My stepmother?”She nodded. " Yes, Aria. But you must be careful, she's very dangerous.”" Let me worry about my Aunt Mira."" No,” she protested. “You don't understand."“Understand what?," I demanded, confused.“She controls the most dangerous gang in the city. People don't know this, but your mother found her secret and threatened to expose her."“Wait, Aunt Mira. Are you saying Mom knew Helena before she died?"“Yes. She was having an affair with your father, and your mother found out and did a background check on her. That was when she discovered that Helena is the boss of a deadly gang."My blood boiled with fury. “So my mother died because she fought for my father who didn't even deserve it?"“I warned her," Aunt Mira sobbed. “I told her to divorce your father instead, but she was blinded by love.”I sat still for a moment, processing everything Aunt Mira j

Aria’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the window and spilled on my face. I groaned softly and turned my head to the side, staring at the wall instead. I definitely did not have a smooth sleep, as I mostly tossed and churned on my bed restlessly. My phone lay beside me on the bed, face down, I hadn’t checked it since the last message the night before. Some part of me feared that if I did, I’d find something new waiting. Another test, or maybe another reminder that I wasn’t as invisible as I thought.I reached up and touched the necklace around my neck, Damon’s necklace. The chain was cool against my skin, grounding me for a brief moment before my thoughts spiraled again. The text from the unknown number kept playing in my head.“You passed the first test”The words echoed in my mind, over and over. Tests implied stages, and progression. It meant this wasn’t random harassment or a one-time scare, it meant that whoever they were, they were just getting started. And just like any o

Damon's POV“The shipments were all wrong, sir," Kelvin said, holding out a document for me.I collected it. “What exactly is wrong? The date or location of delivery," I asked, already going through it.“Everything," he replied.My heart dropped. This was a very important shipment, and any mistake could cause me to loose a lot of money. Plus, my company's name was at risk. “How do you mean everything is wrong? Were you not supposed to oversee that this particular shipment is delivered properly and on time?.“Actually, sir. I got a message from you saying it should be delayed on the client's order."I scoffed. “You've got to be kidding me."He stared back at me, confused, and serious.“You're not joking?" I realized.He shook his head. “No, sir."He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out his phone, scrolled briefly, and held it out for me to see. “This is the message."I glared at the screen, the words registering before I could even finish reading. “Shipment NX043- delivery time

Aria’s POVI stood across the street for a long moment before crossing, my heart beating harder with every step. This place used to feel like home. I remembered sitting in the lobby as a child, watching employees rush past with clipboards and samples, the air always scented with jasmine, vanilla, and something sharper I could never quite name.Now, it felt like a crime scene pretending to be a success story.The receptionist looked up as I walked in. “Good afternoon.”“Hi,” I said, forcing a polite smile. “I’m Aria Blackwood. I’m here to see the manager.”Her expression shifted instantly. Recognition. Curiosity. Sympathy. All the familiar reactions I’d grown used to.“Of course,” she said. “Mr. Collins is expecting you.”That surprised me. I hadn’t told anyone I was coming.I followed her down a long corridor, my heels echoing softly against the marble floor. Every step felt heavier than the last, memories tugging at me from every corner. The walls were lined with framed advertisement

Aria’s POVThe door opened.I pulled away immediately and stood up so fast it startled Damon. My heart slammed against my ribs.Before I could straighten my clothes and act normal even though I knew we'd already been caught, Damon’s hand caught my wrist.“Sit,” he said calmly.I looked at him, shocked. My body was already halfway away, but he pulled me back down with one smooth motion, settling me on his lap again like nothing had happened. His arm rested around my waist, firm and unbothered.The assistant stood by the door, frozen for half a second.She was the same one from earlier. Coffee girl.Her eyes darted to me, not surprisingly, not embarrassingly, but something darker. Tight. Sharp.“Sir,” she said, closing the door behind her.Damon didn’t move, he didn’t flinch, he didn’t even loosen his hold on me.“Yes?” he replied, already turning back to his screen.I stayed still, but my body was tense. My instincts screamed. Damon acted like this was normal, like I was supposed to sti