Aria’s POV
The apartment felt different when I woke up that morning.
Quieter. Emptier.
Kael had left sometime during the night. Like he’d never been there at all.
Except for the lingering scent of black cedar and winter frost. And the memory of his arms around Lina. And the terrible soup that had made us all laugh until we couldn’t breathe.
I pushed the thoughts away. Focused on getting ready for work.
My reflection in the bathroom mirror looked rough. Dark circles. Pale skin. The aftermath of too much alcohol and not enough sleep.
I did my best with makeup. Concealer. Foundation. Mascara. Red lipstick to add some life to my face.
Better. Not great. But better.
I chose my outfit carefully. A simple black dress. Professional. Conservative. Nothing that would draw attention.
Lina was still sleeping when I left. Cassius had agreed to watch her again. He’d shown up at my door this morning with a smile and a thermos of coffee.
"How are you feeling?" he’d asked.
"Like death."
"That good, huh?"
I’d managed a weak laugh. Thanked him for the millionth time. Promised I’d make it up to him somehow.
"Just take care of yourself," he’d said. "That’s all I need."
Now I was walking toward Blood Crown Industries. The building loomed ahead. Tall. Intimidating. Same as always.
I squared my shoulders. Lifted my chin.
Professional Aria. That’s who I needed to be today.
I pushed through the revolving door.
And immediately felt it.
Eyes.
Dozens of them. Turning toward me. Locking onto my face.
The lobby went quiet. Conversations stopped mid-sentence. People froze in place.
Everyone was staring at me.
My heart started pounding. My palms went sweaty.
What was happening?
I forced myself to keep walking. To act normal. To pretend I didn’t notice the way every single person tracked my movement.
But I noticed.
Of course I noticed.
The whispers started as I passed. Hushed. Urgent. Spreading like wildfire.
"Is that her?"
"I can’t believe..."
"Did you see what happened?"
My face burned. My hands clenched into fists at my sides.
Don’t react. Don’t give them the satisfaction.
Just keep walking.
I made it to the elevator. Pressed the button.
Two women were standing nearby. Young. Pretty. Dressed in expensive business casual.
They weren’t even trying to hide their stares.
"That’s her, right?" One whispered. Loud enough for me to hear. "The one...?"

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce!