Chapter2:Collision Course
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By midnight, Manhattan no longer looked human.
It looked expensive.
The towering skyscrapers glittered like jewels against the black sky while luxury cars slid through wet streets below, their headlights reflecting against glass buildings worth more than entire countries.
Aria Betty Taylor barely noticed any of it.
She was too busy running.
“Wait! Miss!”
The angry shout behind her echoed through the hospital parking lot as Aria tightened her grip on the paper bag of medications pressed against her chest.
Rain soaked through her hoodie within seconds.
Perfect.
Because apparently exhaustion, debt, and humiliation were no longer enough for the universe tonight.
“You still haven’t paid the remaining balance!”
“I said I’m working on it!” Aria shouted back breathlessly.
The pharmacy employee looked one second away from collapsing from frustration himself.
“Then stop taking medicine you can’t afford!”
Aria spun around sharply.
“My grandmother needs those prescriptions!”
“And the pharmacy needs payment!”
The words sliced through her already fragile patience.
People always talked about debt like it was a moral failure.
Like poor people woke up one morning and decided:
You know what sounds fun? Financial ruin.
Aria inhaled shakily.
“I’ll bring the money tomorrow.”
“You said that yesterday.”
Because yesterday she believed one of her jobs would finally pay her overtime.
Instead, her manager fired two employees and cut everyone’s hours.
Funny how life loved kicking people already lying on the ground.
The rain grew heavier.
Thunder rumbled somewhere above the city.
The pharmacy worker sighed tiredly before rubbing his face.
“Miss Taylor… I’m sorry. But next time, we can’t release medication without payment.”
Next time.
Aria hated those words.
Because they implied she actually had enough strength left for another crisis.
She lowered her head briefly.
“…Thank you.”
Then she turned and walked away before the embarrassment burning behind her ribs became unbearable.
The streets were crowded despite the rain.
Neon lights reflected across puddles while music spilled from bars and restaurants packed with people who looked warm, rich, and blissfully unconcerned about survival.
Aria adjusted the bag against her chest carefully.
Her grandmother’s medication.
At least she had managed that much tonight.
Her phone buzzed again.
Unknown Number.
She ignored it.
Buzz.
Again.
Then again.
And again.
Finally, frustration snapped.
“What?!”
“You think you can avoid us forever?”
Aria froze immediately.
Not debt collectors this time.
Worse.
Victor Hale.
The man her uncle borrowed money from before disappearing.
A dangerous man with dangerous connections.
Her stomach tightened.
“I told you I’m paying it back.”
“You’ve had six years.”
“Because it isn’t my debt!”
“But your name is attached to the remaining accounts now.”
Aria’s fingers curled tighter around the phone.
“You can’t harass me forever.”
A low chuckle answered her.
“Watch me.”
The line disconnected.
Aria stopped walking beneath the glowing lights of a luxury hotel entrance.
For a moment, she simply stood there in silence while rainwater dripped from her hair onto the pavement below.
Then suddenly—
A sharp dizziness hit her.
Her vision blurred briefly.
She grabbed the nearby wall immediately.
Not now.
Please not now.
She had skipped meals again.
Coffee did not count as nutrition no matter how desperately she tried convincing herself otherwise.
Aria squeezed her eyes shut.
Breathe.
One breath.
Two.
Three.
A black SUV pulled smoothly toward the hotel entrance nearby.
Even without looking directly, Aria could feel attention shifting instantly around it.
Valets moved faster.
Security straightened.
People whispered.
Important person.
Of course.
New York practically worshipped rich men.
Aria pushed herself away from the wall carefully, intending to leave before anyone noticed her half-collapsing outside a luxury hotel she could never afford to enter.
Then she heard it.
A woman screaming.
“Sir!”
The sound sliced through the rain sharply.
Aria turned instinctively.
Everything happened fast after that.
One of the hotel chandeliers hanging above the marble entrance trembled violently.
A loud metallic crack echoed overhead.
People screamed.
The massive crystal fixture detached completely.
And directly beneath it—
A man stood frozen.
Tall.
Dark suit.
Broad shoulders.
Completely unaware.
Aria moved before thinking.
“WATCH OUT!”
She dropped the medication bag instantly and lunged forward with every remaining ounce of strength in her exhausted body.
Her shoulder slammed hard against the stranger’s chest.
The force sent both of them crashing sideways onto the wet pavement just as the chandelier exploded behind them in a violent shower of crystal and metal.
The deafening crash echoed through the entire street.
Gasps erupted everywhere.
Pain shot through Aria’s elbow where it struck concrete.
For several seconds, neither of them moved.
Rain poured heavily around them.
Then slowly…
Aria realized two things.
First:
she was lying halfway across a stranger’s body.
Second:
The stranger smelled absurdly expensive.
Not cologne exactly.
Clean linen.
Cold cedarwood.
Luxury.
The kind of scent people like her only passed briefly in elevators.
A strong hand suddenly gripped her wrist.
Firm.
Controlled.
Aria looked up instantly.
And forgot how to breathe.
Dark eyes met hers beneath the rain.
Cold eyes.
Sharp enough to cut glass.
The man beneath her looked unreal.
Not simply handsome.
Dangerous.
Like the kind of person magazines built entire financial empires around.
Water dripped slowly from strands of black hair falling across his forehead.
His expression remained unreadable.
But his hand around her wrist tightened slightly.
“…You pushed me.”
His voice was low.
Calm.
Controlled.
Aria blinked once.
Then reality returned violently.
“Oh my God—the medicine!”
She scrambled up immediately despite the dizziness still clawing at her head.
The paper pharmacy bag lay several feet away beneath shattered crystal fragments and rainwater.
No.
No no no—
Aria rushed toward it desperately.
Please.
Please don’t be broken—
The bottles inside had shattered completely.
Liquid medication mixed with rainwater near the curb.
For one horrible second…
Aria just stared.
Then her chest caved inward.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
Because she already knew what replacing those prescriptions would cost.
And she had absolutely nothing left to give.
Behind her, expensive dress shoes stepped carefully across shattered crystal.
Security surrounded the area quickly.
People whispered nervously.
But Aria barely heard any of it anymore.
Her vision blurred again.
Not from dizziness this time.
Tears.
“…Great.”
Her voice cracked softly.
Absolutely great.
A long silence followed behind her.
Then the same deep voice spoke again.
“Are you injured?”
Aria laughed once.
A broken little sound.
“Does it matter?”
The silence afterward felt strangely heavy.
Then slowly…
She turned around.
The man stood beneath the rain without moving, surrounded by security guards too nervous to approach him directly.
And suddenly—
Recognition hit her.
Not personal recognition.
Public recognition.
Because every business magazine in America had carried this face at least once.
Kael Verrano.
CEO of Verrano Group.
The billionaire everyone feared.
The youngest executive who rebuilt a collapsing empire before turning thirty.
And somehow…
Aria Betty Taylor had just tackled him onto wet concrete in front of half of Manhattan.
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