Aria's heart pounded in her chest as Damian stood behind her, whip in hand. The cool metal of the handcuffs dug into her skin, and for the first time, she wasn't sure if his rage was part of a twisted game or something far more dangerous.
Damian’s voice was calm. Too calm.
“I’ll ask you once, Aria. Did anything happen between you and Marco?”
Aria’s breath hitched. He knows…?
“No,” she said firmly. “Nothing happened.”
Damian swung the whip down, not on her skin, but beside her on the table. The crack echoed through the study.
“Wrong answer.”
“I’m telling the truth!” she snapped, twisting in the cuffs. “There’s nothing between us!”
His eyes darkened as he walked to face her, crouching to her level.
“I can see it in your eyes. You’re lying to me.”
“I’m not!” she screamed, tears brim
