Aria did not sleep.
She lays in the master bed that filled the guestroom of Adrian Morelli's penthouse, staring at the ceiling while counting shadows made by city lights shining through floor to ceiling windows. Darkness never completely descended upon New York. Even when the clock struck three in the morning, the skyline throbbed and glittered as if oblivious to how one whole life can die between lunch and dinner.
She laid her palm flat on of her belly.
She was pregnant with a child. A baby that wasn't her ex-husband's, the man she'd dedicated four years of her life to. Inside her? A baby..which, according to the stone-faced billionaire napping in a far corner of this sprawling apartment like an evil dragon on top of its gold, had been put there by mistake, as casually as a misplaced m
