ARIA
The drive back is quiet. I stare out the window at Manhattan's evening rush, thinking about everything that's happened in the past forty-eight hours.
Two days ago, I had a fiancé I thought I loved, a job I was proud of, and a clear path forward.
Now I have a billionaire husband-to-be, more money and power than I know what to do with, and absolutely no idea who I am anymore.
The elevator opens directly into the penthouse. It's empty and silent except for the hum of the city far below.
I kick off my Louboutins and pad to the massive windows. The sun is setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. Somewhere out there, Marcus is probably in a holding cell or at least being questioned by federal agents. Vivienne is watching her influencer career crumble. My parents are prob
