Novel & Cerita Danielle Rose Russell And Aria Shahghasemi

Faryah bid and he nodded simply at me before leaving. " So hyper Faryah, I have news for you" I said as I threw my arm round her shoulder and pulled her closer to me and collected her bag from her. " First, Sophia said we should wait here for here" She said as she pulled me towards the bench I usually sat down on. " Sure" I answered and followed her. She and Sophia were nominated for the three finalists in the Miss UCLA 2019 awards. That was why we were going to see Sandra. To get their dresses ready for the dinner.

Please give me a moment. Rosalind approached Rachna, seated comfortably beside Rahul, two rows away, and leaned in to speak with her. She said softly, "Ma'am, a young lady named Razia has expressed great interest in meeting you. She would be grateful to speak with you and is genuinely interested in your accomplishments. Are you open to that?" Ever a sport, Rachna said, smiling, "Of course, Rosalind. I'm always glad to connect with fellow travellers interested in my journey. Please go ahead."

"Why would the President date someone like her? It has to be someone else with the same name." "Right." They all nodded and turned to the large screen. I sighed in relief, thanking my stars that no one believed it to be me but my moment was short-lived when the Host continued. "Aria Stephenson? I never heard of her before. What does she do if you don't mind me asking?" "It's fine." He smiled. "Aria works as a designer in Styles company." 'What the fuck is wrong with this guy?' I yelled in my head. "Oh my God, it's her." Everyone in the room started to murmur while I put my head down in embarrassment.

His smirk faltered for the briefest of moments. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Aria began, her voice clear, commanding, painted with steel and warmth in equal measure. “My name is Aria Harper. As you all know, my parents—Emily and Alexander Harper—are currently under house arrest, awaiting trial. Because of this, the Federation has authorized me to serve as Acting CEO of Harper Group Holdings.” Gasps spread across the room. Elliot leaned back in his chair, his smirk returning. He drummed his fingers against the table, amused.

But the silence between them was too loud, threaded with so many unspoken words. Arianna turned toward me. “Jonas said you needed me.” “We need someone who can walk into Helixis without raising suspicion,” Jonas said. “Someone who is wealthy enough, old money enough, and recognizable enough to play the part.” Arianna crossed her arms. “And what role am I supposed to play?” “You," Jonas said, his eyes locking on Arianna, "will be playing Rose.” Both women stared at him. “What?” Rose whispered.

Marissa whispered something to her, she nodded. Everyone was shocked, Aria Lee will never bow to anyone. “Shall we begin” Aria said, as her eyes swept over us. Who the hell is Marissa?.

Aria looked at her. "Neither are you." They continued. At the end of the tunnel stood a steel door. Aria entered a code. The door opened. Inside was a room filled with files. Hundreds. Maybe thousands. Ava looked around. "This is an entire archive." Daniel walked toward one of the shelves. "Names." He pulled out a file. "Politicians." Another. "Business owners." Another. "Police officers." Ava's eyes widened. "The Black Rose had people everywhere." Aria nodded.

"I like large breed dogs. I don't hate mixed breeds. I'm pure Russian, my accent is too. I can speak English fluently…" Ara's right eyebrow went up. Is he trying to continue the ruined conversation last night? "I am not the type to get fat easily. Not everything that comes out of Danil's mouth is the truth. I just really don't like eating a lot. Swimming is my sport." Ara laid down her own lounge chair. Listening attentively to her patient. "I like anything brown." Her forehead crumpled. "Sixty percent of my new wardrobe is shaded in brown. Is that a coincidence?"

I’ve yet to see the room, but I have faith that all of my staff know what they’re doing. The door swings open, and there stands my girl, or should I say my woman? The sapphire off-the-shoulder dress hugs every single curve on Aria’s body. The hem comes down to mid-thigh, and the black heels that she is wearing make her legs look phenomenal. Her raven locks are down around her shoulders, and her makeup is minimal. She looks sexy and classy all at the same time. “Wow, you look beautiful!” I grab her hand and lift it high, making her spin around slowly. Biting my lower lip when I get a glance at her ass in the dress; my dick is already getting hard.

“Enough.” We both turned to him. He stepped closer, his presence pulling at me like gravity. “Aria is working for Andrea Moretti,” he said evenly. “She’s Andrea’s new stylist.” The name hit me like a splash of cold water. “Andrea Moretti?” As if summoned, Andrea appeared. She was breathtaking, all sharp cheekbones and effortless elegance, her designer gown catching the light as she moved. She slipped her arm through Aleksander’s with the ease of someone who belonged there, her gaze sweeping over me with polite, icy disinterest.