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There was no aura of intimidation. "Lately, Arianna seems very happy because she can finally feel the warmth of a mother figure," Diego continued, then turned his gaze to the view outside the balcony window.

Damian’s POV Headlights slice through the shattered windows, catching the dust midair like falling stars. The door creaks open. Ariana steps in. The wind outside is wild, tearing through the open space. Her eyes flick from me to Adrian, then to the gun on the floor between us. She doesn’t scream, doesn’t cry — just stares, like she’s been expecting this night for a long time. “Damian,” she whispers. “Please tell me this isn’t what I think it is.”

Her condo was spacious enough to be considered a small house, so she only had one neighbor, a person she had rarely seen since she moved into the posh complex. Ariana walked into the condo and shut the door behind her. The living room had a large glass wall which allowed her to look out into the city and she could see the rain perfectly. The grey skies created a sorrowful and depressing atmosphere in the city. But the sound of the rain was quite soothing. Her gaze fell onto the closet at the other side of the living room near the window.

“You’re real. You want me.” Their bodies moved in frantic rhythm, dress fabric whispering against his suit pants, breath fogging up the tiny glass pane on the door. The slap of skin, the groan of old wood, the hot, slick sounds of betrayal filled the room. Aria’s POV Aria lifted a glass of deep red wine from the passing tray with a poised, deliberate hand—her fingers elegant, her movements smooth as silk. She didn’t sip it. Not yet. Just held it like a weapon.

Ariana's POV I sat there with my hands tied and tears streaming down my face. I knew I was being taken to the slaughterhouse. I looked out the tainted window, knowing this was going to be my last view of Pearl City and also the world. Heavenly Father, forgive me for all wrong and receive my soul as I come to you. Please give me a place where I will be happy. I prayed in my mind and shifted my gaze to my belly. My tears streamed down my face and fell like droplets into my morning coat. I was still in my sleepwear and only covered up by my morning coat. I said another prayer in my mind for the child growing inside of me.

And standing there— Was Ariana. Again. Not tied to a chair. Not on a screen. Physically there. In the doorway. Wearing a different outfit. Hair slightly longer. But undeniably— Her. Mason stepped in front of the real Ariana without thinking. “What is this?” he demanded. Doorway-Ariana stepped inside slowly, eyes locked only on the original. “Hi,” she said calmly. Her voice. Perfectly matched. The real Ariana felt like she was watching her own body from outside herself.

The First Shadow looked like she had just heard the worst news imaginable. Ariana swallowed. "Nobody is going anywhere." She looked at the white opening. "Not until I understand what she means." The Moon Goddess appeared inside the Veil. Only her face was visible. Ariana stepped closer. "Tell me the truth." The Goddess looked at her. "You deserve it." "Am I really your daughter?" "No." The answer was immediate. Ariana felt a strange emptiness. "Then whose daughter am I?" The Goddess looked toward the darkness behind Ariana.

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."

Jungkok grabbed Somi's wrist pulling her way and I glared at them in annoyance as I got up and grabbed Ariana ushering her out. As soon as we got to the lodge, Ariana burst into tears. This was a first for me. We never really talked and she has never cried in front of me. "I really like him", she choked out. I nodded "I know" Was Ariana finally opening up to me?

“Where did you bring me?” Rogan stepped closer. “My territory.” **** Ariana shook her head. “No… I’m not staying here.” Rogan’s face didn’t change. “You don’t decide that.” Ariana stepped back. “I will leave.” Rogan watched her. “You can try.” *** Ariana turned and ran. Straight toward the exit. A large open doorway ahead. Hope rose in her chest. She crossed it, And hit something hard. Invisible. A force. She fell back.