The silence between them was louder than gunfire.

After receiving the photograph, Luca had retreated into a cold, calculating version of himself that terrified even his most loyal men. Meetings were shorter. Orders were sharper. His presence, once seductive in its danger, had become suffocating.

And Aria?

She watched.

She listened.

And for the first time, she planned.

She wasn’t the same girl who’d been dragged into the mansion as a reluctant bride. The Aria of today had felt the weight of blood on her hands. She had moaned in the arms of a monster. And now—she was waking up.

Not just to the truth.

But to the power she...