Aria’s POV:
At that moment, my phone buzzed.
A jolt shot through me— half dread, half electric anticipation.
It was him.
Again.
Wolfe.
The man who’d ruined me.The man who could make my body betray me with just a glance.
I didn’t want to look or even reply. But my fingers moved anyway, like they were his before mine.
The message glowed on the screen:
“Mi chica , when do I get to see you again?”
A hysterical laugh clawed up my throat. See me? After today, after my father looked at me like I was broken, something violated —
Wolfe had the audacity to —
*Buzz.*
A video this time.
My thumb hovered over the block button.
*Do it*.
One tap and I’d never have to feel this sick gnawing hunger again.
But then my traitorous mind whispered. *Just one last look. Then you’ll
