Ariana’s POV
The moment the car stopped, I knew things were about to get worse.
Not because of where we were.
But because of who I was with.
Damien stepped out first, calm as ever, adjusting his cufflinks like nothing had happened in the car.
Like he hadn’t just exposed me.
Like I wasn’t one mistake away from everything collapsing.
I followed after him, my chest tight, my mind still replaying his words—
“But not identities.”
The building in front of us was tall, sleek, intimidating—glass and steel reflecting the morning sun.
Blackwood Group.
Of course.
This was his territory.
And now… I had to walk into it pretending to be someone else.
Again.
Inside, everything moved fast.
Employees rushed past, voices low, heels clicking sharply against polished floors. The moment Damien
