The investigation into Elena Voss consumed the following week like a relentless storm sweeping through their lives. Aria spent long, focused hours in the secure library Dante had specially built for her within the penthouse. The room was lined with dark oak shelves filled with old family ledgers, faded photographs from her mother’s past, encrypted digital files, and confidential reports from their extensive network across New York. The contrast between the luxurious, sunlit space and the dark secrets it contained perfectly mirrored the world they lived in — beauty on the surface, danger lurking beneath.
“You don’t have to carry this burden alone,” Dante said one afternoon, entering the library with two steaming cups of coffee. He set one down beside her and pulled her gently onto his lap
