The silence in the bedroom was suffocating. Adrian’s arm remained locked around Aria’s waist long after he fell asleep, heavy like a chain. She lay there staring at the ceiling, heart still racing from being caught with the escape bag. He hadn’t yelled. He hadn’t threatened violence. But the quiet warning in his voice had been far more terrifying.The next morning, she signed the revised papers without argument. Adrian watched her closely as she did it, then kissed her forehead like a reward. “Good,” he murmured. “We’re doing this the right way now.”Aria played the perfect fiancée for the next two days — smiling when he touched her, discussing flowers and seating charts, letting Ethan see them as a happy unit. But every spare moment, her mind was elsewhere.She met Isabella again at the same quiet café. This time her sister looked even more anxious.“Three days,” Isabella whispered, sliding another envelope across the table. “Everything’s ready. Passports, safe house, route. You just
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