Chapter 2: The Devil's Red Bride
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Chapter 2: The Devil's Red Bride
(Secrets don't stay silent for long)
The velvet box felt heavier in her hands than it should have—wrapped in a black ribbon that matched the darkness tightening in her chest.
At 6:45 p.m. sharp, the driver had appeared without a word, delivering Cade Blackwell’s latest demand. Inside: a dress that whispered power and danger, heels sharp enough to pierce skin, and a diamond necklace cold enough to draw blood.
Aria hated every inch of it.
And yet, as she stepped into the towering penthouse, the silk gown clinging to her like a second skin, she knew there was no turning back.
Her heels clicked against marble as the elevator chimed open.
Cade Blackwell stepped out, a shadow in a tuxedo, eyes locking onto her like a man staking claim.
“You clean up well,” he said, voice low, heavy with ownership.
Aria lifted her chin, fire flaring in her veins. “I’m not a prize to be shown off.”
He smiled—a dangerous curve. “You’re my red bride tonight. Obedient, beautiful, untouchable.”
She hated the word. Hated him more.
“You stay by my side. No distractions. Smile when I smile. Speak only when spoken to.”
His hand grazed her arm—light, but with the weight of chains.
She nodded, swallowed the rebellion tightening her throat.
The gala was a jungle of silk and sharp smiles, every glance a test.
A woman’s voice sliced through the hum. “How did you two meet?”
Cade’s answer was a blade wrapped in silk. “She spilled coffee on my suit. I decided to keep her.”
Laughter rippled like venom.
Aria forced a smile. The mask of the perfect fiancée pressed heavier with every breath.
Cade leaned close, breath warm against her ear. “Show them you’re not afraid.”
Her glare was ice, but inside, her heart was a storm.
She needed air.
On the balcony, the city stretched out, glittering with secrets.
“Regretting the deal?”
The voice was smooth, dangerous.
Damon Wolfe stepped from the shadows—storm-grey eyes, a smirk that didn’t reach his cold gaze.
“I’m your worst mistake.”
Aria met his stare. “I’m nobody’s mistake.”
He smiled slow, deadly. “You will be.”
Before she could respond, the door slammed open.
Cade’s gaze was ice and fire, his arm possessive around her waist.
“She’s mine.”
Damon’s grin sharpened. “We’ll see how long.”
The door shut like a verdict.
Aria’s breath caught. Her world darkened.
And the clock began.
Six months.
One contract.
Two men.
No escape.
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