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The drive home was unbearably quiet.
Snow drifted across the windshield as the Rolls-Royce glided through the empty streets of Moscow.
Aria sat with her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
Beside her, Nikolai stared out the window.
He hadn't spoken since they left the charity auction.
She knew better than to mistake his silence for calm.
---
The mansion doors closed behind them with a heavy thud.
Nikolai handed his coat to a servant.
"Leave us."
The staff disappeared without question.
Aria stood in the center of the grand foyer, waiting.
Nikolai slowly removed his cufflinks and placed them on the marble table.
"You enjoyed yourself tonight."
"It was a successful fundraiser."
"That's not what I asked."
She lowered her eyes.
"It was a beautiful event."
He stepped closer.
"You spoke to Lior."
"He greeted me in the garden."
"For how long?"
"A few minutes."
"What did you discuss?"
"The charity... old memories..."
His gaze sharpened.
"Old memories."
She nodded once.
"You seem happier when he's around."
Aria hesitated.
"He reminds me of a time when life was... simpler."
For a long moment, Nikolai said nothing.
Then he sighed.
"I don't blame him."
She looked up, surprised.
"I blame myself."
His voice remained calm.
"I've spent years protecting you from enemies you can't even imagine."
He gently lifted her chin.
"And now another man walks into your life, making you smile."
"Nikolai..."
"I won't lose you."
The words were quiet.
Almost pleading.
Yet they carried the weight of a warning.
"I never wanted to hurt you," he continued. "But the world we live in is dangerous. If people think they can take what's mine, they won't stop with you. They'll come for your family too."
Aria felt her throat tighten.
"My family has nothing to do with this."
"I intend to keep it that way."
He released her and walked toward his study.
Before disappearing behind the door, he spoke without turning around.
"Starting tomorrow, your security detail doubles."
The study door clicked shut.
Aria remained frozen in the foyer.
The walls of the mansion suddenly felt even closer.
---
The next morning, Sunset Beauty buzzed with excitement.
Employees prepared for an international strategy meeting with Voss Holdings.
Lior arrived early, reviewing campaign proposals in the executive boardroom.
When Aria entered, he noticed the difference immediately.
Two unfamiliar security guards waited outside her office.
They followed her everywhere.
He frowned but said nothing until the meeting ended.
As the last executive left, he quietly asked, "Is everything all right?"
Aria glanced toward the glass doors.
The guards were still there.
"They're just... extra security."
"For business?"
She forced a smile.
"So I'm told."
Lior studied her expression.
"You don't believe that."
She didn't answer.
Instead, she gathered her files.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For making you worry."
His voice softened.
"You don't have to apologize."
Before she could reply, one of the guards knocked.
"Mrs. Volkov, your vehicle is ready."
She nodded.
"I'll be right there."
As she walked away, Lior noticed something tucked beneath the folder she had accidentally left behind.
It was the leather notebook he had given her.
A single page had slipped free.
He didn't mean to read it.
But one sentence caught his eye.
Some people mistake surviving for living.
He carefully placed the page back inside the notebook before she returned to collect it.
He never mentioned what he'd seen.
But those seven words stayed with him long after she had gone.
Standing alone in the boardroom, Lior looked out over the city.
He had spent years building an empire.
Negotiating impossible deals.
Outsmarting dangerous rivals.
Yet the challenge before him was unlike any he had ever faced.
He couldn't rescue Aria by force.
If she was ever going to be free...
She would have to believe she deserved freedom first.
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