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little to chase away the dark thoughts swirling in Aria's mind. She hadn't slept after what she h

ld and indifferent-he was dangerous. And if he was right, she

artled her. Dark circles rimmed her eyes, and her skin looked paler than usual. She splashed cold wa

mentioned. He hadn't said much, only that she needed to be there. It was the first

ntly, setting up decorations, arranging flowers, and polishing the silverware. The house felt alive

ger staff members near the dining room. Aria hesitated for

polite smile. "Good morning, Mrs. Salva

Aria asked, keeping her voice l

e else was listening. "You shouldn't concern yourself with Mr. Salvator

she didn't. They all acted like she was just a piece of decoration, like she wa

" Aria pressed.

er eyes. "Both," she said quietly. "Just trust me,

ut before she could say another w

going

s always, dressed in a tailored black suit that only emphasized the sharp angles of his jaw and the coldness in hi

r head. "Nothing, sir," she said. "Just h

from here," he said, dismissing the maid with a curt nod. Maria

nt tilt of her chin. "Why does everyone in this house ac

rey. He stopped in front of her, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his bod

enged. "I deserve to know

ser. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through her, but she refused to flinch. "You deserve nothing," he said thro

"And what about you?" she shot back. "Are you a pawn too, Damien? Becau

moment, she thought he might actually lash out, but then he rel

urned away from her, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Just stay out of m

thy-filling her chest. He was right. She didn't know what she was talking about. But she could

tering, opulent space fit for royalty. Guests began arriving shortly before sunset, the driveway filling with sleek black ca

ted yet undeniably stunning. Her dark hair was pinned up, exposing the curve of her neck, and she

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tall, with dark hair and a chiseled jawline, dressed in a suit that looked as expensive as Damien's. But

ed himself, holding out h

d. His grip was firm, almost possessive, and he h

said politely, but there

ng forward to meeting the new Mrs. Salvatore," he said, his voice dripp

. "I'm sure there a

as he leaned closer. "Be careful tonight. You're

arm around her waist possessively. The sudden contact sent a shiv

id coolly. "I see y

smoothly, his eyes flicking between Aria and Damien,

mien said, his grip on Aria tightenin

e guided her through the crowd, nodding to familiar faces

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tteo," Damien orde

d, frowning. "H

oesn't always mean loyalty," he said, his eyes dar

oked back at Matteo, watching him smile and charm

to see that the most dangerous players weren't always the ones