yptic words, each letter sending a ripple of unease through her. Someone who knows the truth about your husband. The words r

ire, keeping her own secrets close. But now, someone was pulling at the th

er first instinct was to ignore it-to stay in the comfort of the penthouse, away from whatever dangerous game this person was trying to pul

nted to understand what Damien was hiding, she was goi

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attan. The place was unassuming-just another hole-in-the-wall coffee shop that didn'

ed the room, but there was no sign of anyone waiting for her. She moved toward the counter, pretending to order a dr

w. The man was alone, wearing a dark coat that blended into the shado

e said, his voic

he way he carried himself-his posture, the way his eyes never wavered from hers-struck her a

" she replied, taking a cautio

yes. "Names are for people who want to be re

h of a choice. "So, what is it you want to tel

ment crossing his features before he leane

iding a piece of himself-something even he doesn't fully understand. And

to process his words. "What d

er than you think, Mrs. Moretti. The man you marr

n her spine. "What ar

w, do you? You're just the pawn, and you've been blinded by your role. You think you're just here

hat was this man trying to say? Was he trying to

, "Damien is at the center of something much bigger than you or me. Something

her chest. "What is

ou everything yet. But trust me, Aria. You're going to need to m

one more thing," he said, glancing back over his s

a standing there, the words echoing in her

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ered the passage of time as she returned to the penthouse. Her mind was consumed with

interrupted by a

mi

he'd just learned. But she had no choice. She could feel his presence b

she opened the door,

ice low, almost like a