Novel & Cerita Danielle Rose Russell And Aria Shahghasemi

"She arrived with Damian Cross..." Aria kept her head down and tried to find a corner to disappear into. But before she could move, she saw her. Cassandra. Standing near the main stage, surrounded by society women, holding court in her gold gown. She looked like royalty. Diamonds dripped from her ears and throat, her hair swept up in an elaborate style that probably took hours. Then Cassandra's eyes found Aria. The champagne flute froze halfway to her lips. Her face went through rapid transformations—shock, confusion, fury. The smile she'd been wearing cracked at the edges.

“What’s the surprise?” Damian raised an eyebrow and sipped his drink. “Patience.” Marco clenched his jaw. Before he could say anything else, the front door opened. Footsteps echoed through the hall. Aria stepped into the room. She looked stunning, almost unreal, dressed in a champagne-colored dress that hugged her curves with elegance. Her hair was styled in a sleek bun, and her lips were painted in a soft rose tone. A staff member rolled her suitcase in behind her, but Aria didn’t look around. She held her head high, eyes focused straight ahead, refusing to acknowledge the man sitting at the table.

When Aria came rushing down the stairs, the girls collided in a tight hug. “You look like a princess trapped in a billionaire's tower,” Zara teased. “You seriously need air, sunshine, and a shot of tequila.” “You’re ridiculous,” Aria said, laughing as she tugged Zara upstairs to help her pick out an outfit. Zara’s jaw dropped the second Aria stepped out in a deep red off-shoulder gown that hugged her waist and barely brushed her knees. “Girl. Damian’s going to eat his words and maybe choke on them.”

"We aren't expecting a delivery. Damian is at the market. Elsie is in the garden." "It's not an assassin, Ethan," Aria sighed, though her hand trembled slightly. "Assassins don't lean on the buzzer for ten seconds straight." She opened the door to find Riley Summers standing on the stoop. The honey-blonde stylist looked like a neon sign in the gray morning, her "curves" packed into a faux-fur leopard print coat, her "green eyes" wide behind oversized sunglasses.

Chapter 19 “What did you just say?” Mark snapped. “Look over there.” Talia and Mark looked over, and when they saw how everyone was congratulating Damian and Aria, they felt as if they had swallowed a bitter pill. What the hell was going on? How did Aria manage to land such a position at DHL? Mark could not wrap his head around what was happening. Had he just lost to Damian again? And the person who had defeated them was none other than Aria, a woman he had just divorced some time back!

Jessie couldn't finish her sentences because she was interrupted. "Mrs. Cooper? Is it you?" The lady inquired. She appeared to be in her late twenties. She was dressed in a blue top with a round neck. Jessie paused for a moment before nodding. "Aria Dollars is my name. I'll take you to Mr. Cooper's office." She got up from where she was seated and walked out to meet Jessie. Her outfit included a long black skirt and white sneakers. "I appreciate it." Jessie walked behind Aria's back with a smile on her face.

“No, I don’t expect you to believe anything other than, I feel your pain. Aria Holden is devil-sent. She and her popular heiress bestie.” Maybe there’s a thing or two I like. I can’t say. It’s still too soon. “I’ve not met the heiress.” “Shit, you don’t know how blessed you are.” She dramatically expresses her relief. “Edna Aranal is a Founder. The devilish duo are usually separated until lunch time.” “I don’t have much time to be blessed, then.” She spares a dimpled smile. “I’m Riah Song.” “Mae Holden.” I shake her hand.

“Finally. Some good news at last.” The guardian’s next words quickly extinguished that spark. “It will take us through the lower fractures.” A heavy silence settled over the group. Then Caleb sighed deeply. “There it is. The inevitable complication we should have expected.” Ryan ignored the exchange between them, his focus remaining locked on Aria. She had grown quiet once more, far too quiet given the dangers pressing in from all sides. She stood near the edge of the cliff, gazing down toward the armies gathering below. Her pale hair whipped wildly in the storm winds around her face, but it was her distant expression that unsettled him the most. She appeared disconnected, not in the grip of

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Alexander made his words. They worked under his command, looking for traces of Aria and Zia. Meanwhile, the others made some team on the field to find their boss's wife. Everything seemed to be so risky now. They need to move fast. Especially when Zia knew that Aria was pregnant. So as Daniel… ….………………………………………… “Madam… Madam….” Aria felt someone shake her shoulder gently. “Hm…” “Madam… Are you okay?” She opened her eyes and a bright light surprised her.