Aria’s POV
Damien knew how much risk it was taking me out with him to be seen yet he always made up excuses to take me everywhere with him.
Maybe he just can’t breathe when I am not near and his ego won’t let him admit it.
I was dressed up again like a pretty doll, painted and polished for another of Damien’s nights. This time it was a company launch Valcor Group. Everyone in the city knew what it really was, a clean mask for dirty business, a front for men who traded money for power and silence.
I sat still as the car stopped in front of the building, the glass walls glowing under silver lights. My chest felt tight, but I kept my chin high.
He opened the door for me, hand outstretched like a gentleman he wasn’t. His rings caught the light, and his eyes, cold and unreadable, slid over
