For a glorious moment, Aria forgot where she was when she woke up to sunlight pouring through windows that reached the ceiling.

Then reality set in.

Leon's penthouse. Leon's rules. Leon's world.

It was 7:47 AM on her phone. Throwing in sheets that most likely cost more than her security deposit, she had hardly slept at all. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard Leon say, "People don't love you more when you're small," and saw his face across the dinner table.

Her stomach rumbled. Coffee. Before confronting whatever new nightmare this day had in store, she needed coffee.

When she came out of her room in her pajamas-worn cotton shorts and an oversized college t-shirt-the penthouse became silent. On the chilly marble flooring, her feet were bare. She followed the aroma of something dark and delicious as she padded toward the kitchen.

Leon was already wearing another flawless suit as he stood at the espresso machine. This time, it's navy, a clean white shirt, and no tie yet. The shower had left his hair wet. He appeared as though he had just stepped out of a cologne commercial.

It was as if Aria had crawled out of a trash can.

"Good morning," she said, lingering in the doorway.

Leon gave her a quick look. His gaze moved from her dishevelled bedhead down her bare feet, staying there for a few moments before returning to her face.

"Coffee?" Without waiting for her response, he took out a second cup from the cabinet.

"Yes. Please. Thank you." "Pick one. You don't need all three."

Aria suppressed a grin. "Coffee, please."

He made it the same way he did everything else, using exact, effective motions that gave the impression that he had done it a thousand times.

Their fingertips touched as he gave her the cup. Only just barely. Just enough to give her arm an unanticipated jolt.

Aria almost spilled the coffee as she pulled back.

Leon arched an eyebrow.

"Careful." "Sorry. Just... tired." "The guest room wasn't comfortable?" "The guest room is perfect. I just don't sleep well in new places." Aria took a sip and nearly moaned. The coffee was perfect-rich and smooth with just a hint of sweetness.

"This is really good." "It's coffee. Not a religious experience." "You clearly haven't had bad coffee." "I don't have bad anything." He leaned against the counter, coffee cup in hand, studying her like she was a puzzle he couldn't solve. "Marcus will be here at nine with the paperwork." Right. The prenup. The contracts. The legal proof that this was all business.

"What kind of paperwork, exactly?"

"Prenuptial agreement, despite the fact that it is currently post-nuptial. Provisions protecting confidentiality. Financial disclosures. The typical.

"I don't want your money, Leon."

"So you keep saying."

He took a long drink. "Sign the papers anyway. It protects both of us." "From what?" "From you trying to claim half my fortune when this ends. From me trying to control yours." His eyes held hers. "Neither of us is trying to use this mistake for profit." Aria set her cup down carefully.

"I don't have a fortune to protect." "Don't you?" The question hung in the air, loaded with something Aria couldn't quite identify. Did he know? Had he researched her? Discovered that she was actually the Hale heiress, not just the forgotten daughter? No. Impossible.

That secret had been buried too deep for too long. "I have about three thousand dollars in savings," Aria said. "A used car that barely runs. Student loans I'll be paying off until I'm fifty. That's my fortune." Leon's expression flickered. "Then the prenup will be simple. What's yours stays yours. What's mine stays mine. When we divorce, we both walk away clean." "Sounds perfect." "It's practical." He pushed off the counter. "Marcus will explain everything. Read it carefully before you sign."

"I will."

Leon reached over to the back of a chair and retrieved his suit jacket. "All morning, I have meetings. At eleven, Sophia, my helper, will arrive to take you shopping."

"I told you I don't need-" "And I told you that you do." His voice went firm. "This isn't negotiable, Aria. The gala is in five days. You need appropriate clothing. Sophia has excellent taste and my credit card. Let her help you."

"I don't want to be in debt to you."

"You have no debt. You're carrying out the conditions of our contract." Leon tucked himself into his jacket. "Everyone wins if you play the part convincingly. We'll both be miserable for the next six months if you fight me over every little thing."

He was correct. Aria detested the fact that he was correct.

"All right. Sophia and I are going shopping.

"Thank you." Leon started for the elevator but stopped.

"And Aria?" "Yeah?"

"Make an effort to appreciate it. Most women enjoy using other people's money.

Although his tone was more playful than nasty, the remark nevertheless hurt. The elevator doors closed, and he was gone before Aria could reply.

Wearing her tattered pajamas and sipping his flawless coffee, she stood by herself in his enormous kitchen, wondering how her life had become so utterly bizarre.

At precisely nine o'clock, Marcus showed up with a leather briefcase and an overly optimistic smile.

"Mrs. Mercer." He placed the briefcase on the dining table.

"How was your first night in the tower?"

"Weird. Uncomfortable. Expensive." Aria had changed into jeans and a sweater, at least. "How do people live like this?" "You get used to it." "I don't want to get used to it." Marcus's smile softened. "I like you. You're different from the usual crowd Leon deals with." "You mean I'm poor."

"I mean, you're real." He produced a pile of papers.

"The post-nuptial agreements are these. In essence, they specify parameters for the future breakup of the marriage, financial separation, and confidentiality restrictions.

Aria took a seat and began to read. Although the legalese was complicated, the purpose was obvious: Leon intended to ensure she couldn't exert any influence over his finances, business, or reputation. Her assets, ridiculous as they were, stayed hers in return.

There were clauses about public appearances. About maintaining the appearance of a happy marriage. About not speaking to the press without approval. About social media restrictions.

The actual knife was hidden on page seven: In the event of pregnancy, additional legal proceedings will determine custody arrangements, and genetic testing will be necessary to verify paternity.

Aria felt her stomach flip. "He thinks I might try to trap him with a baby?"

Marcus had the grace to appear uneasy. "Leon had previously been tormented. Vanessa once claimed to have been pregnant. Tried to use it to coerce him into getting married. Proved to be a falsehood.

"I'm not Vanessa."

"I am aware of that. You are aware of that. Leon is still getting used to it. Marcus bent over. "Look, I'm not attempting to justify him. This is brutal at times. However, he is defending himself in the only way he can.

"By assuming the worst of me." "By preparing for every possibility." Marcus pulled out a pen. "You can negotiate any terms you want.

This isn't set in stone." Aria flipped through more pages. Everything was designed to keep them separated, isolated, untangled. Like Leon was already planning his escape before they'd even started. "What if I said no? Refused to sign?" Marcus considered her carefully. "Then Leon would assume you're planning to take him for everything you can get.

It would confirm all his suspicions. And it would make the next six months a living hell for both of you." "So I don't actually have a choice." "You always have a choice. But some choices have better outcomes than others." Marcus met her eyes. "Sign the papers, Aria. Protect yourself. And maybe... give him a chance to see who you really are." Aria picked up the pen. Her hand hovered over the signature line.

This felt like giving up. Like accepting that she'd always be the girl no one believed in, the one who had to prove she wasn't a liar or a schemer or a gold-digger. But what was the alternative? Fight Leon for six months? Let him treat her like an enemy? She signed.

Marcus witnessed her signature, gathered the documents, and stood. "For what it's worth, I think you're making the right choice."

"Doesn't feel right."

"Give it time." He turned back after making his way to the elevator. By the way, Sophia is pleasant.

Let her spoil you a little. God knows Leon could afford to be less of a control freak and more of a decent human being." Despite everything, Aria laughed. "Does he know you talk about him like this?" "He encourages it. Says I keep him honest." Marcus grinned.

"See you around, Mrs Mercer."

The elevator doors shut, leaving Aria by herself once more.

She gazed out the window at the expansive metropolis. Her actual life-her job, her roommates, her meagre existence-was somewhere out there. It seemed so far away.

It buzzed on her phone. An unknown number sent a text.

Hello, Aria. This is Leon's helper, Sophia. I'll be there to take you shopping at eleven. I'm eager to meet you!

This catastrophe at least thrilled someone.

In fancy heels, Sophia proved to be a cyclone.

At precisely eleven, she rushed into the apartment, full of vitality, genuine warmth, and blonde highlights. She was perhaps thirty years old, and her carefree style made Aria feel like a crumpled potato.

"Oh my God, you're even prettier than Leon described!" Sophia embraced Aria as if they were longtime companions. "This is going to be so fun!"

"Leon described me?" Stunned, Aria asked.

"Well, he said you needed a complete wardrobe overhaul and that I should take you to the best boutiques in the city and not let you say no to anything." Sophia took hold of Aria's hand. "Between you and me, I think he feels bad about the whole mistaken marriage thing."

"He has a funny way of showing it."

"Leon humorously expresses all of his feelings. It's like witnessing a glacier trying to feel emotions. She was drawn to the elevator by Sophia.

"But trust me, I've worked for him for three years. If he didn't care, he wouldn't have called me personally at seven this morning to make sure I took care of you." That stopped Aria cold. "He called you at seven?" "Woke me up, actually. Very demanding about making sure you had 'everything you needed' for the gala."

Sophia had a knowing smile. "He's worried about you, even if he'd rather die than admit it."

Aria attempted to take it all in as the elevator fell. Was Leon concerned? Concerning her?

No. His reputation was a concern about how she would appear standing beside him.

This was just that.

"Where are we going?" As they got into a town vehicle that was waiting, Aria asked.

"Everywhere." Sophia had mischievous sparkles in her eyes. "I am aware of a few exclusive stores, like Saks and Bergdorf's.

We'll get you gala-ready and then some. Oh, and Leon said to bring you everyday clothes too. Something about you needing more than one suitcase's worth of belongings." Aria's face burned. He'd noticed. Of course, he'd noticed. "I don't need much-" "Aria." Sophia turned serious. "Can I be honest with you?" "Please."

"Leon has dated numerous ladies, as far as I can tell. Heiresses, socialites, and models. They all desired financial gain, social standing, or connections from him. They all engaged in gaming. She gave Aria's hand a firm squeeze. "He has never contacted me at seven in the morning to ask if I would be okay with you. You two are different, regardless of what this arrangement is or what brought you two together. So allow me to assist you. Not for him. For you.

Aria's throat tightened at the earnestness in her voice. "Okay."

"Excellent!" Sophia's enthusiasm came back. "Tell me everything now. Which style do you prefer? What gives you a sense of beauty? Which hues are your favourites?

Aria found herself conversing with Sophia as if they were friends for the next twenty minutes. About her time in college, her work in marketing, her passion for mystery books, and awful reality TV. Sophia answered questions, smiled when it was appropriate, and listened as if everything mattered.

Aria felt almost... normal by the time they arrived to Bergdorf's.

With its marble, mirrors, and salespeople who appeared to have stepped off a runway, the store was daunting. Sophia, however, pulled dresses, blouses, and slacks with practiced ease, moving around the space as if she owned it.

"Try these." She gave Aria an armful of clothing. "Avoid examining the price tags. Just pay attention to how they make you feel.

Aria's bedroom in her previous apartment was smaller than the dressing room. She nearly retreated as she gazed at herself in the three-way mirror while still wearing her sweater and slacks.

Then she recalled what Leon had said: "Take up space." Make a noise. Be hard to ignore.

She tried on the first piece of clothing.

It was sleeveless, made of emerald-green silk, and had a neckline barely noticeable. Aria hardly recognized the woman staring back at her when she looked in the mirror.

She looked... elegant. Sophisticated. Like someone who belonged in Leon's world. "Let me see!" Sophia called from outside. Aria stepped out. Sophia's eyes went wide. "Oh. Oh wow." She circled Aria slowly. "That's the one. That's your gala dress." "It's too much." "It's perfect." Sophia met her eyes in the mirror.

"You look like you could own the whole room." Aria turned, watching the silk catch the light. For the first time since this nightmare started, she felt something other than small and trapped. She felt powerful. "We're getting it," Sophia declared. "And about fifty other things. Leon's orders."

The following three hours were spent in a flurry of shops. Sophia's taste was flawless; she chose things that somehow balanced Leon's world's demands with Aria's aesthetic. Silk blouses, fitted jeans, casual cashmere sweaters, and three additional dresses for different occasions.

And footwear. So many shoes.

"I can't possibly need all this," Aria protested as they loaded shopping bags into the car.

"You're Mrs Leon Mercer now. This is just the beginning." Sophia grinned. "Wait until you see the jewelry Leon has planned for the gala."

"Jewelry?" "Oh yeah. He has a whole vault of family pieces. His grandmother's collection. Ancient money, very traditional." Sophia's phone buzzed. She checked it and smiled. "Speaking of which, Leon wants to know how it's going." "What did you tell him?" Sophia typed quickly and showed Aria the response: She's perfect. Stop worrying. "You told him to stop worrying?" "Someone has to." Sophia hit send.

"He must relax. You might be beneficial to him.

Aria was at a loss for words. For a man who hated her, how could she be good?

Around four, they went back to the penthouse. Aria felt overburdened once more as Sophia assisted in carrying up the numerous luggage.

Sophia remarked, "I'll help you organize everything," as she made her way to Aria's room. "We'll get it all put away and-oh."

She had paused in the doorway, gazing at Aria's open bag that remained on the bed.

At the small pile of worn clothes. At the duct-taped laptop. "Aria." Sophia's voice went soft. "This is everything you brought?" "I travel light." "This isn't traveling light. This is..." Sophia turned to her, and there was no pity in her eyes.

Just understanding. "This is someone who's been making herself small." The words hit like an arrow. How did everyone keep seeing through her? "I'm fine." "You're surviving. That's different from fine." Sophia set down the bags. "But you know what? That ends today. We're putting all this new stuff away, and you're going to walk around this penthouse like you own it. Because legally, you kind of do." Despite herself, Aria smiled. "I like you, Sophia." "Everyone does. It's my superpower."

She took the emerald garment out. "Now let's make sure Leon's jaw drops when he sees you in this."

They organized everything for the next hour. Sophia had a system in place: work attire here, leisure attire there, and a gala ensemble at the forefront. She meticulously hung everything, giving Aria's wardrobe a magazine-like appearance.

Sophia took a step back to appreciate their work when they were finished. "Much better.

Now you look like you belong." "Do I, though?" Sophia faced her. "The thing with belonging is that it's not about the address, the money, or the clothes. It involves determining whether or not you are worth the space you occupy. She gave Aria a shoulder squeeze. Even though Leon is too obstinate to acknowledge it, he sees it. He is very defensive because of this. You frighten him.

"I frighten him? He is a CEO with billions of dollars in assets.

"And you're the woman who accidentally became his wife and didn't immediately fall at his feet begging for his approval." Sophia smiled. "Trust me, that terrifies him."

Before Aria could answer, the elevator chimed.

Leon's voice echoed along the corridor. "Sophia? Are you still around?

"We're in Aria's room!" Sophia returned the call.

Footsteps approached. Still in his suit, but with his top button undone and his tie loose, Leon materialized in the doorway. He looked across the room, taking in the shopping bags, the entire closet, and Aria standing in the center of it all.

"I see you had a productive day," he remarked.

"Sophia has excellent taste." His inspection made Aria feel uneasy all of a sudden.

"Sophia has my credit card and no self-control." However, the words lacked any heat.

"I stayed within the budget you gave me," Sophia objected. "Barely."

"I'm sure." Leon's gaze returned to Aria. "Did you get something for the gala?"

"The most beautiful dress you've ever seen," Sophia responded on her behalf. "She's going to steal the show."

"It's not necessary. She just needs to look appropriate." "She'll look stunning," Sophia corrected. "Which is better than appropriate."

Leon's face twitched with something. "I'm sure she will."

Although his words were informal, his gaze on Aria wasn't. There was a noticeable, swiftly banked heat there.

Aria's heart began to race.

Sophia responded, "I should go," and picked up her purse. "Leon, treat your wife with kindness. If you need anything, text me, Aria. I'll see you both at the gala, too.

Leon and Aria were left alone in the bedroom with their new clothes and unspoken tension as she walked out.

"Thank you," Aria muttered. "For sending Sophia, for the clothing. I am aware that you believe I am pursuing your money, but-"

"I don't think that anymore."

Aria jerked her head up. "What?"

Leon stepped further into the room, hands in his pockets. "I had you investigated last night. Background check, financial records, the works." Her stomach dropped. "You what?" "It's standard procedure for anyone entering my life." His eyes held hers. "You have three thousand dollars in savings, like you said. Student loans. A job at a small marketing firm where you're underpaid and overworked.

No criminal record. No history of scams or schemes." Aria's face burned with humiliation and rage. "So you spied on me." "I protected myself.

There is a distinction.

"No, there isn't!" Anger overcame caution as she approached him. "I was treated like a criminal by you. Looked at me as if I were a threat. Because one woman broke your heart, you are unable to trust anyone else.

Leon clarified, "One woman tried to destroy my life," in a firm voice. "Forgive me for being careful."

Careful ask questions. This is paranoia."

"This is survival." The air between them crackled with energy as he drew nearer. "You want to know what else I found out, Aria?"

"What?" Refusing to give up, she raised her chin.

"You're quite intelligent. Your GPA on your college transcripts is flawless. You are multilingual. With a marketing plan you created, you alone prevented your existing business from going bankrupt." His gaze blazed into hers. "You're not a defenceless victim. You're capable and intelligent, yet you're totally wasted in that small flat with those unappreciative housemates."

Aria's rage wavered. "You... you think I'm brilliant?"

"I think you're dangerous." Leon's voice faltered. "Because it becomes more difficult for me to continue detesting you as I learn more about you. And, Aria, I must despise you. This is the only way it can function.

The honest and unvarnished confession sat between them.

"Why?" Aria whispered. "Because if I stop hating you..." Leon's jaw clenched. "Then this becomes real. And I can't afford real. Not again." He turned and walked out, leaving Aria standing in her new closet full of expensive clothes, her heart racing and her mind spinning. Leon Mercer had just admitted she was dangerous. And somehow, that felt like the most honest thing anyone had ever said to her.

Aria was elbow-deep in work emails when the penthouse elevator chimed.

She looked up from her laptop, confused. Leon wasn't supposed to be back until seven, and Sophia had left hours ago. The security system should have alerted her if someone was coming up.

The elevator doors opened.

A tiny woman dressed in a Chanel suit stepped out, followed by two men carrying luggages.

She had white hair styled in an elegant up-do, her sharp blue eyes scanning everywhere, and the kind of posture that suggested she'd been trained to walk with books on her head. Diamonds glittered at her throat and wrists-not flashy, just casually worth more than most people's houses.

"Well," the woman said, her voice crisp and carrying. "You must be the girl who finally trapped my grandson."

Aria's mouth fell open. "I-what-I didn't trap-"

"Relax, dear. I'm teasing." The woman waved the luggage men toward one of the guest rooms. "I'm Elena Mercer. Leon's grandmother. And you're Aria, the accidental wife who has my grandson tied in knots."

"Mrs. Mercer, I can explain-"

"It's Elena, darling. And there's nothing to explain. I've already heard twelve different versions of the story from twelve different people." Elena moved to the windows, surveying the view like she owned it. Which, Aria supposed, she kind of did. "I came to see for myself. See what kind of woman manages to marry a Mercer without even trying."

Aria set her laptop aside and stood, suddenly very aware she was wearing leggings and an oversized sweater with a coffee stain on the sleeve. "Leon didn't tell me you were coming."

"Leon doesn't know I'm coming." Elena's smile was pure mischief. "I have a key. And unlike my uptight grandson, I believe in surprises."

"He is going to be furious."

"Leon is always furious about something. Makes life interesting." Elena turned those sharp eyes on Aria, assessing her from head to toe. "Hmm. Not what I expected."

"I get that a lot."

"I expected someone harder. More calculating. The type who would plan a marriage trap." Elena moved closer, studying Aria's face like she was reading a book. "But you have kind eyes. Sad, but kind. And you are scared of me, which means you are smart."

"I am not terrified."

"You are gripping that throw pillow like it's a life raft." Elena gestured at Aria's hands. "Let it go, dear. I do not bite. Much."

Aria released the pillow and forced herself to breathe. "Would you like some coffee? Tea? Leon has this whole bar cart thing"

"Whiskey. Neat. The good stuff, not whatever swill Leon keeps for guests."

Aria blinked. "It's four in the afternoon."

"Is there a rule about when I can drink in my own grandson's penthouse?" Elena settled onto the couch like a queen claiming a throne. "Besides, I'm seventy-six. I have earned the right to drink whenever I damn well please."

Despite her nerves, Aria smiled. She poured two fingers of what looked like expensive scotch and brought it to Elena.

"Aren't you having any?" Elena asked.

"I don't usually drink in the afternoon either."

"Suit yourself." Elena took a sip and made an approving sound. Now sit. Tell me everything. And don't lie-I can smell a lie from three blocks away.

Aria perched on the edge of the opposite couch. What do you want to know?

"Did you plan to marry my grandson?"

No.

"Did you know who he was when you signed those papers?"

"I knew his name. I didn't know... him."

"Do you love him?"

The question hit like a punch. "I barely know him."

"That's not what I asked."

Aria met Elena's eyes. No. I don't love him. I am not even sure I like him most of the time.

Elena's face broke into a delighted smile. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

"That is perfect?"

Every other woman who has chased Leon claimed to love him within five minutes of meeting him. Love his money, love his power, love his face." Elena waved her hand dismissively. "You are honest. That is refreshing."

"He doesn't think I'm honest. He thinks I'm a gold-digger."

Leon thinks everyone's a gold-digger. His father thought everyone was trying to steal from him. His mother thought everyone was lying." Elena's expression softened. Paranoia runs in the family and so does stubbornness. And a regrettable tendency to push away anyone who might actually care about them.

Aria didn't know what to say to that.

Tell me about your family, Elena said, changing direction like a chess player moving pieces. The Hales. Old money, new scandal. Your sister was supposed to marry Leon, right?

Ariana. Yes.

"Where is she?"

"I don't know. She disappeared the morning of the wedding. Sent me a text saying she had an emergency." Aria's hands twisted in her lap. "I went to deliver her documents and somehow ended up married instead."

And your parents? What do they think of all this?

Aria's laugh was bitter. "They don't know yet. I've been avoiding their calls."

"Why?"

"Because they'll blame me. They always do." The words spilled out before Aria could stop them. Ariana is the favorite. "The perfect daughter." I am just the one who handles things when she can't be bothered."

Elena's eyes sharpened. "How long have they made you feel invisible?"

The question was so direct, so painfully accurate, that Aria's throat closed. "My whole life."

"And Leon? Does he make you feel invisible too?"

Aria thought about it. About Leon's intensity, his attention, the way he looked at her like he was trying to solve a puzzle. "No. He sees me. He just doesn't like what he sees."

Nonsense. He is terrified of what he sees. Elena finished her whiskey and set the glass down with a decisive click. That boy has been alone for too long. Built too many walls. Trusted too few people. And then you stumble into his life and accidentally become the one thing he can't control.

"I'm not trying to control anything."

"Exactly. That's why you're dangerous to him." Elena leaned forward. "Can I give you some advice, Aria?"

"Please."

"Do not apologize for existing. Do not make yourself smaller to make him comfortable. And for God's sake, don't let him treat you like you're temporary." Elena's voice went fierce. "You're a Mercer now, whether it was planned or not. Act like it."

Before Aria could respond, the elevator chimed again.

Leon's voice carried down the hallway before he appeared. "Whose luggage is" He stopped dead when he saw Elena. "Grandmother. What are you doing here?"

"Visiting my grandson and his new wife. Is that a crime?"

"You cannot just show up unannounced."

"I'm seventy-six and worth two billion dollars. I can do whatever I want." Elena stood, somehow still commanding despite being a foot shorter than Leon. "Besides, someone had to meet this girl. You certainly weren't going to introduce us properly."

Leon's jaw clenched. His eyes cut to Aria. "What did she say to you?"

"That I'm dangerous and should stop apologizing for existing," Aria said honestly.

Elena beamed. "I like her, Leon. She listens."

Grandmother,

"Don't 'grandmother' me in that tone. I taught you better manners." Elena moved toward Leon and patted his cheek like he was six years old. "Now, I'm staying for dinner. I assume you were going to order something ridiculously expensive and unsatisfying. I've already called my chef. He will be here in an hour with real food."

"This is my home."

"And I'm your grandmother. Family trumps property rights." Elena sailed past him toward the guest wing. "I'll be in my usual room. Don't bother me until dinner. I need to rest after enduring traffic."

She disappeared down the hallway, leaving Leon and Aria alone in the living room.

Leon looked like he'd been hit by a truck. "I'm sorry. She's... a lot."

"I like her."

His head snapped toward Aria. "You do?"

She's honest, direct, does not pretend to be something she's not. Aria stood, gathering her laptop. "Plus she called me dangerous. I'm taking that as a compliment."

"It wasn't a compliment. It was a warning."

"To who? You or me?"

Leon moved closer, and that electricity crackled between them again. "Both."

They stood there, too close and too far apart at the same time. Aria could see the silver flecks in his gray eyes, the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands flexed like he wanted to reach for her but wouldn't let himself.

"Your grandmother is staying for dinner," Aria said, her voice coming out quieter than intended.

"Apparently."

"Should I... dress up? Change? I don't know the protocol for dinner with your family."

You're fine as you are. Leon's eyes traveled over her-the messy bun, the coffee-stained sweater, the leggings. "She already likes you. That is more than most people get."

"Why do you sound upset about that?"

"I am not upset."

"You're definitely upset."

Leon's jaw clenched. My grandmother is the most perceptive person I know. If she likes you, it means she sees something in you. And if she sees something... He trailed off, running a hand through his hair. "It makes this harder."

"Makes what harder?"

"Keeping my distance. Remembering this is temporary." He looked at her, and the raw honesty in his eyes stole her breath. "Remembering I am not supposed to care."

The confession hung between them.

"Leon-"

"I need to change for dinner." He turned away, shutting down. We eat at seven. Try not to let my grandmother interrogate you too much.

He disappeared into his room, leaving Aria standing in the living room with her heart racing and her mind spinning.

Leon Mercer had just admitted he was starting to care.

And somehow, that was more terrifying than anything else that had happened.

Dinner was chaos in the best possible way.

Elena's chef had brought enough food to feed twelve people-roasted chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, glazed vegetables, fresh bread, and a chocolate torte that made Aria's mouth water just looking at it.

They sat at the massive dining table, Leon at the head, Elena to his right, Aria to his left. The seating arrangement felt significant, like Elena was forcing them into some kind of family unit.

This is delicious, Aria said after her first bite of chicken. Your chef is incredible.

Henri has been with me for thirty years. He knows my tastes. Elena turned to Leon. When was the last time you had a home-cooked meal, darling?

I eat at home.

You order takeout and eat over your laptop. That is not a meal. That is fuel. Elena speared a piece of chicken. "This is a meal. Shared with people who matter."

Leon's fork paused halfway to his mouth. Subtle, Grandmother.

"I'm seventy-six. I do not have time for subtle." Elena turned to Aria. "Tell me, dear. What do you do for work?"

"I work in marketing. Small firm, mostly local businesses." Aria felt Leon's attention on her. "Nothing exciting."

Do not downplay yourself. Marketing is storytelling, and good storytellers are rare. Elena's eyes gleamed. Leon told me you saved your company from bankruptcy with a single campaign. That is not nothing.

Aria's head snapped toward Leon. "You told her about that?"

Leon's expression was carefully neutral. "I may have mentioned it."

He called me yesterday specifically to tell me about it, Elena corrected. Went on for ten minutes about your strategy and execution. Very impressed, for someone who claims not to care.

Leon's face flushed. I was providing context.

You were bragging about your wife. Elena's smile was wicked. It was adorable.

"Grandmother."

What? Am I not allowed to embarrass my grandson at dinner? That is half the fun of being old. She turned back to Aria. He also mentioned you speak three languages. Which ones?

"English, Spanish, and French." Aria was still processing the fact that Leon had bragged about her. I studied abroad for college.

"Impressive. Leon barely speaks English properly, and that's his first language."

"That is not true."

"You grunt and glare at people. That is not communication, darling." Elena reached over and patted his hand. But you're learning. I can tell. Aria is good for you.

We barely know each other.

And yet you investigated her thoroughly. Called Sophia at seven in the morning. Told her to be especially kind. Elena's eyebrow arched. Do not bother denying it. Sophia and I had lunch today.

Leon looked like he wanted to sink through the floor. "You two are conspiring against me."

We are helping you, you stubborn child. Elena turned to Aria. "Has he shown you the family jewelry yet?"

"He mentioned something about it for the gala."

"The Mercer collection. Five generations of heirlooms. Very traditional. Very..." Elena waved her hand. "Old. But there is one piece you should wear. The emerald necklace."

Leon went very still. The emerald necklace isn't appropriate.

"It's perfect. Emeralds will complement her coloring beautifully."

That necklace is for, Leon stopped himself.

"For what?" Elena's voice went sharp. "For family? She is family, Leon. Legally, officially family."

"Temporarily family."

The word landed like a slap. Aria's chest tightened.

Elena's expression hardened. "Nothing is temporary if you stop treating it that way."

Silence fell over the table. The tension was so thick Aria could barely breathe.

"I don't need any special jewelry," Aria said quietly. Whatever Leon thinks is appropriate is fine.

"See what you've done?" Elena glared at Leon. You've made her small again. Apologetic. Diminished. She stood, her napkin dropping onto her plate. "I did not raise you to make women feel that way, Leon Gabriel Mercer."

Leon's face went pale at the use of his full name. I am protecting-

"You are hiding. Behind walls and rules and that ridiculous prenuptial agreement Marcus told me about." Elena moved to Aria and placed her hands on her shoulders. This girl did not ask to marry you. She didn't scheme or plan or manipulate. She was doing a favor for her ungrateful sister and ended up legally bound to a man who cannot see past his own trauma long enough to recognize a gift when it is handed to him.

"Grandmother, you don't understand-"

I understand that you are scared. I understand that Vanessa hurt you. I understand that your parents' marriage was a disaster and you swore you would never be vulnerable like they were." Elena's voice gentled. "But Aria is not Vanessa. She is not your mother. She is not anyone except herself. And she deserves better than being treated like a prison sentence."

Tears burned behind Aria's eyes. No one had ever defended her like this. No one had ever fought for her worth.

"Elena," Aria whispered. "It is okay. Really."

"It is not okay." Elena squeezed her shoulders. "But it will be. I'll make sure of it."

She kissed the top of Aria's head-a gesture so maternal it broke something loose in Aria's chest-and swept from the room.

"I am going to bed," Elena called over her shoulder. "You two figure it out yourselves. And Leon? The emerald necklace. That is not a suggestion."

The guest room door closed with a decisive click.

Aria and Leon sat in ringing silence.

"I'm sorry," Leon finally said. She shouldn't have

"She was right." Aria looked at him across the table. "About all of it."

"Aria-"

"I am not Vanessa. I am not trying to take anything from you. And I am tired of apologizing for existing in your space." Aria stood, her legs shaking but her voice steady. "I didn't ask for this marriage. But I am here. And for the next six months, I am your wife. You can keep treating me like I'm temporary, or you can try treating me like I'm a person who deserves basic respect."

She walked toward her room, then stopped at the hallway entrance.

"And Leon? Your grandmother is right about one more thing."

"What's that?"

Aria looked back at him. "I'm not the one who needs to be protected. You are. From yourself."

She left him sitting alone at the table.

Aria was in bed, trying to read and failing, when a knock sounded on her door.

"Come in," she called, expecting Elena.

Leon stepped inside instead.

He was in pajamas pants and a t-shirt, the most casual she'd ever seen him. His hair was messy, like he had been running his hands through it. He looked younger. Vulnerable.

Human.

"Can we talk?" he asked.

Aria set down her book. "Sure."

Leon moved to the window, staring out at the city lights. "My parents had the worst marriage I have ever witnessed. They fought constantly. Cheated on each other. Used me as a weapon in their battles." His voice was flat, emotionless. "When I was twelve, my mother left. Just walked out one day and never came back. My father blamed me. Said if I had been a better son, she would have stayed."

Aria's heart cracked. Leon

"I swore I would never be like them. Never vulnerable. Never dependent on someone who could leave." He turned to face her. "Then Vanessa happened. And she proved I was right to build walls. Because the one time I let them down, I nearly lost everything."

"I am not Vanessa."

"I know." He moved closer to the bed. "That is the problem. Because if you were Vanessa, I could hate you and keep my distance and count down the days until this ends. But you are not. You are kind and stubborn and brilliant. You make fun of my coffee and stand up to my grandmother and refuse to be intimidated by any of this."

Aria's breath caught. "What are you saying?"

"I am saying my grandmother is right. You scare me." Leon sat on the edge of her bed, maintaining careful distance. "Because I am starting to care. And caring means I can get hurt again. And I do not know if I can survive that a second time."

The confession hung in the air between them.

Aria reached out slowly, giving him time to pull away. When he didn't, she placed her hand over his.

"I'm scared too," she whispered. "I have spent my whole life being invisible. Being the daughter no one wanted. The sister who wasn't enough. And then I accidentally marry you, and suddenly I am seen. But it's terrifying because I do not know if I am enough for this world. For you."

Leon's hand turned, his fingers threading through hers. "You are more than enough."

"How do you know?"

"Because you survived dinner with my grandmother without breaking. Most people can't handle five minutes with her." His thumb brushed over her knuckles. "And because when I watched you tonight-defending yourself, standing up to me-I realized something."

"What?"

His eyes met hers, and the intensity there stole her breath. "I do not want this to be temporary anymore."

The world tilted.

"Leon-"

"I know it's insane. I know we barely know each other. I know this started as a mistake." His grip on her hand tightened. "But maybe... maybe we could try. Actually try. See if this could become something real."

Aria's heart hammered against her ribs. "You want to stay married?"

"I want to find out if this feeling I have when I am around you is real or just proximity and circumstances." He leaned closer. "I want to know if you feel it too. This thing between us."

"I feel it," Aria breathed. "I have felt it since you first walked into that registry."

Leon's eyes darkened. "Even when I was an ass to you?"

"Especially then. You made me so angry I forgot to be small." A smile tugged at her lips. "You made me feel alive."

"Aria." Her name was a prayer on his lips.

He leaned in slowly, giving her every chance to pull away. When she didn't-when she met him halfway-his lips brushed against hers.

Soft. Tentative. Asking for permission.

Aria's hand slid into his hair, pulling him closer. Answering yes.

The kiss deepened, turning desperate. Leon's hand cupped her face, his thumb tracing her cheekbone. Aria's other hand fisted in his shirt, holding him to her like he might disappear.

When they finally broke apart, both breathing hard, Leon rested his forehead against hers.

"We are insane," he whispered.

"Completely," Aria agreed.

"This could be a disaster."

"Probably will be."

"But we are doing it anyway?"

Aria pulled back just enough to see his eyes. "We are already married. Might as well see if we can fall in love too."

Leon's smile was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. "Is that a challenge?"

"It's a possibility."

"I like possibilities." He kissed her again, slower this time. Savoring. "Fair warning-I'm not good at this. The relationship thing. The feelings thing."

"Good thing I am patient."

"You really are not."

"I know. We are both going to have to learn." Aria traced his jawline with her finger. "But maybe that's the point. Maybe we are supposed to figure it out together."

Leon caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. "Six months suddenly seems too short."

"We have time."

"Do we?" His expression grew serious. "The gala is in three days. People will ask questions. Your family will find out. Vanessa will make her move-she always does when I seem happy."

"Then we face it together." Aria's voice was steady. "You and me. Actually us."

"Us." Leon tested the word like it was foreign. "I like the sound of that."

"Me too."

He kissed her forehead and stood reluctantly. "I should go. Let you sleep. Big day tomorrow."

"What's tomorrow?"

Leon's smile turned wicked. "You are meeting the rest of my family. My mother arrived in the city today. She will want to inspect the woman who married her son."

Aria's stomach dropped. "You are joking."

"I really am not. She texted while I was investigating you. Demanded to meet you before the gala." He moved toward the door. "Fair warning-she makes my grandmother look warm and fuzzy."

"Leon Mercer, you cannot drop that bomb and just leave!"

"Watch me." He paused at the doorway. "Goodnight, wife."

"You are impossible!"

"And you're dangerous." He winked. "We are perfect for each other."

The door closed behind him, leaving Aria alone with her racing heart and the ghost of his kiss on her lips.

She touched her fingers to her mouth, still feeling the warmth of him.

Leon Mercer had just kissed her.

Leon Mercer wanted to try making this real.

Leon Mercer's mother was coming to inspect her tomorrow.

Aria flopped back onto her pillows and stared at the ceiling.

Her life had gone from invisible to insane in less than a week.

And the terrifying part?

She wouldn't change a single moment.

Leon's face was inches from Aria's when she awoke.

With a yelp, she sprang back and almost fell off the bed. "What are you doing?"

"Watching you sleep." She probably had drool drying on her chin, while he looked maddeningly perfect-fresh-pressed white shirt, dark tailored pants, not a single hair out of place.

"You snore."

"I do not!"

"You absolutely do. It's cute." He sat on the edge of her bed like he'd done it a hundred times before. "My mother will be here in two hours. We need to talk strategy."

Aria rubbed her eyes, her brain still foggy. "Strategy? For meeting your mother?"

"My mother is not a person. She is a tactical operation."

Leon gave her a cup of coffee, brewed to her exact preferences. When had he learned that? "With just one chat, Catherine Mercer has ruined three of my past relationships. She is cold and cunning, and she will take advantage of every weakness you have."

"You are really selling this meeting."

"I am preparing you for what is to come." His hands found hers on the comforter, thumb brushing over her knuckles. The casual intimacy of it made her chest tighten. "She is going to ask about your family, your education, and your job. She will make subShe will make subtle digs at your clothes, background, and worth.et in your head."

"What if I am not strong enough?"

Leon's eyes met hers, fierce and certain. "You stood up to me. You survived my grandmother. You are more than strong enough." He leaned in and kissed her forehead. "Besides, I will be right there. If she crosses a line, I will handle it."

The promise in his voice sent a sudden flush of warmth through Aria, replacing a knot of anxiety with tentative reassurance. "You would defend me? Against your own mother?"

"You are my wife. That means something. She needs to understand that."

Before Aria could respond, Elena's voice carried from the living room. "Leon! Stop corrupting your bride and come help me with this coffee machine. Damn thing is possessed!"

Leon smiled, a real smile that transformed his whole face. "Welcome to my family. We are all insane."

"I am starting to notice."

He stood, and he released her hand reluctantly. "Wear something that makes you feel powerful. My mother respects armor."

"I do not own an armor."

"Yes, you do. That emerald dress Sophia bought you. The one that made you look like you could own the world." His eyes held hers. "Wear that."

"For breakfast with your mother? That's excessive."

"With Catherine Mercer, nothing is excessive. It's all warfare." He moved toward the door. "And Aria?"

"Yeah?"

"Last night. The kiss and what I said, I meant everything." His voice went soft. "I want this to be real."

He left before she could respond, leaving her alone with racing thoughts and the ghost of his lips on her forehead.

Aria chose the emerald dress.

She spent forty minutes on makeup, something she rarely bothered with. Sophia had left some high-end products behind, and Aria used them all-foundation, concealer, the winged eyeliner she had learned from YouTube tutorials. Her hair fell in soft waves past her shoulders.

When she looked in the mirror, she barely recognized herself.

She looked like she belonged in Leon's world-and the terrifying part was, she was starting to feel it too.

The terrifying part? She was starting to feel like it, too.

When she came out, the penthouse was strangely silent. Elena, dressed elegantly in a cream pantsuit, sat at the dining table with a newspaper and her coffee. Every muscle in Leon's body was tense as he stood at the window.

The sound of her shoes clicking on the marble made him turn.

Halfway to his mouth, his coffee cup came to a standstill. His gaze moved from her face to the emerald silk, pausing on the way it embraced her curves before returning to her face.

"Is it too much?"

Aria asked, suddenly self-conscious.

"No." His voice came out rough. "It's perfect. You are perfect."

Elena looked up from her paper and smiled. "Well. Catherine is going to hate you on sight. Excellent."

"That is the goal?" Aria asked weakly.

"If Catherine likes you, it means you are weak enough to manipulate. If she hates you, it means you are a threat."

Elena neatly and precisely folded her newspaper. "Always be the threat, darling."

The elevator chimed before Aria could take in that advise.

Leon's whole body stiffened. "She arrived early. Of course, she is early.

The doors of the elevator opened.

A figure who appeared to have been carved out of ice and disapproval emerged.

Although she might have passed for forty, Catherine Mercer was likely in her mid-fifties. Her blonde hair was scalped into a severe chignon. She wore a blinding white Dior suit, crisp and unyielding, likely costing more than Aria's tuition. Huge, glacial diamonds exploded with cold fire at her throat and ears.

Her eyes swept the penthouse, cataloging everything, before landing on Aria.

"So." Catherine's voice was cultured, sharp, dismissive. "You are the girl who trapped my son into marriage."

Not a question. An accusation.

Aria felt Leon move closer to her side, a silent show of support.

"I am Aria."

Her voice remained steady as she held out her hand. "It is nice to meet you, Mrs. Mercer."

Catherine examined Aria's hand as if it were diseased. "I have no doubt that it is. Meeting me gives you access to resources and prestige that you could never obtain on your own."

The insult hit like a slap.

"Mother." Leon's voice fell silent.

"Aria is my wife. You will treat her with respect."

"Respect is earned, not granted through a clerical error." Catherine moved past them both toward the windows.

"Elena, where are you? She's probably here, causing havoc as usual.

"I am right here, Catherine." Elena, looking every bit the matriarch, rose from the table. "I'm not causing any trouble either. I'm making an effort to stop it. This girl needed to be met by someone before you ruined her with your poison."

Catherine had a knife-sharp smile. "Always so dramatic, Mother."

"I'm not your mom. I am Leon's grandmother.

You lost the right to claim me as family when you abandoned your twelve-years-old son."

The room went silent, tension snapping through the air as shock and old pain surfaced between the three.

Catherine's composure cracked for just a second before snapping back into place. "That is ancient history."

"To you, perhaps. To Leon, it's Tuesday." Elena moved to stand beside Aria. "Now. Shall we have breakfast like civilized people? Or shall we continue throwing daggers in the living room?"

"I didn't come for breakfast." Catherine's eyes fixed on Aria like a predator spotting prey. "I came to understand what kind of woman manages to marry my son by accident."

"The kind who was doing a favor for her sister and got caught in a bureaucratic nightmare," Aria said, finding her voice. "But I am guessing you already knew that. You have probably had me investigated, too."

Catherine's eyebrow arched. "Smart. Not just a pretty face."

"Thank you. I think?"

"It wasn't a compliment." Catherine circled Aria slowly, assessing. "You are younger than I expected. Less polished. That dress is trying too hard."

Aria felt her confidence waver. Leon's hand found the small of her back, steadying her.

"The dress is perfect," Leon said. "And this interrogation is over."

"I am just getting started." Aria could smell Catherine's perfume, which was pricey and chilly, as she came to a stop in front of her. "Tell me about your family. The Hales. As I understand it, old money has seen better days.

"My family is complicated."

"All families are complicated. That's not an answer." Catherine's eyes narrowed. "Where were you educated?"

"Columbia. Marketing degree."

"How... practical." The word dripped with disdain. "And your current employment?"

"I work at a small marketing firm."

"Doing what, exactly?"

Creating campaigns. Managing accounts. Saving companies from bankruptcy." Aria lifted her chin. "Nothing as impressive as whatever you do, I'm sure."

Catherine's lips twitched. Almost a smile. "I run Mercer Holdings' charitable foundation. We donate millions each year to worthy causes." She paused. "Are you a worthy cause, Aria?"

The question was designed to humiliate.

"I am not a cause at all," Aria said quietly. "I am a person, your son's wife. And whether you like it or not, I am part of this family now."

"For six months," Catherine countered. "Leon told me about your arrangement. A temporary marriage to avoid scandal. Very tidy."

Aria's heart sank as a wave of betrayal and doubt swept over her. Had Leon told his mother about their agreement? About the prenup? About how this was all supposed to end?

She looked at Leon, betrayed.

There was thunder on his face. "I told you that in confidence."

"And I am using that information to protect you." Catherine's tone became more acerbic. Leon, this girl is a liability. She has no background. She is worthless to our family and has no ties or breeding.

Your reputation suffers more the longer you maintain this façade.

"My reputation survived Vanessa. It can withstand everything. Aria felt Leon's hand on her back tighten, drawing her nearer to him. Furthermore, Aria is not a risk. She is the best thing that has happened to me in a long time.

The admission lingered palpably, mixing awkwardness with a glimmer of hope.

Catherine's eyes grew slightly wider. "You cannot be serious."

"I'm completely serious."

Leon looked at Aria, his expression soft in a way she'd never seen before. "This started as an accident. But I'm choosing to make it real. So whatever you came here to say, whatever poisonous speech you prepared-save it. Nothing you say will change my mind."

Aria's throat closed with emotion, gratitude, and disbelief flooding in as she registered that he was defending her. Publicly. Against his own mother.

Catherine's composure was finally shattered. "She is using you, Leon! Can't you see that? She is going to take everything she can get and leave you broken, just like-"

"Just like you did?" The words came from Elena, cutting and precise. "Do not project your failures onto this girl, Catherine. You are the one who taught Leon that love is transactional. That family is conditional. That people leave."

"How dare you-"

"I dare because someone needs to tell you the truth." Elena moved in front of Aria and Leon, a tiny shield against a tall threat. "You abandoned your son. You chose your own comfort over his well-being. And now you have the audacity to question his choices? To insult his wife? You have no right."

Catherine's face went pale, then red. "I came here out of concern-"

"You came here out of guilt. And you are trying to assuage that guilt by finding fault in Aria. But she has done nothing wrong except marry your son and make him smile for the first time in five years." Elena's voice went steel-hard. "You want to protect Leon? Then leave. Now. Before you do more damage than you already have."

The silence was deafening.

Catherine looked at Leon, something like pain flashing across her face. "Is that what you want? For me to leave?"

Leon's jaw worked. "I want you to apologize to Aria. To treat her like family instead of an enemy. Can you do that?"

Catherine's hands fisted at her sides. For a moment, Aria thought she might actually apologize.

Then her expression shuttered. "No. I cannot watch you make the same mistakes I did."

She turned and proceeded towards the elevator. Without saying anything else, the doors shut behind her.

When the smoke cleared, the penthouse felt like a battleground.

Aria was still grounded by Leon's touch on her back. Elena exhaled deeply.

"Well," Elena said into the silence. "That went better than expected."

"Better?" Aria's voice broke. "She hated me."

"She fears you. There is a difference. Even though it was ten in the morning, Elena went to the bar cart and poured herself a drink. "As a woman who married into this family without considering the consequences, Catherine sees herself in you. She is attempting to spare you from her destiny.

She is just doing it badly."

"She has a terrible way of showing concern," Leon said, his voice tight with anger.

"She always has. It is why I raised you instead of her." Elena downed her drink in one swallow. "But you, my dear grandson, were magnificent. Defending your wife like that? Your grandfather would be proud."

Leon threaded their fingers together as his hand moved from Aria's back to her hand. "I meant every word."

Aria raised her gaze to him. "You really think I am the best thing that has happened to you in years?"

"I know you are." He raised her hand to his mouth and planted a kiss on her knuckles. "I apologize for her attempt to undermine you. She does that. Because she doesn't know how to be happy, she destroys anything that appears to be pleasant.

"I feel sorry for her," Aria said.

Leon's gaze grew softer.

"You would. That is who you are. Kind, even to people who do not deserve it."

"Should we cancel the gala?" Elena asked. "Catherine will absolutely cause a scene."

"No." Leon's voice was firm. "We go. We show everyone that Aria is my wife, and anyone who has a problem with that can deal with me."

"Leon-"

"I'm done hiding, Aria. Done pretending this is temporary or fake or anything other than what it is."

He cupped her face with both hands as he turned her to face him. "I'm in love with you. Since you signed those documents and treated me as if I were the problem rather than you, perhaps I have been falling. I'm not sure. However, I am aware that I am sick of fighting it.

Elena made a pleased sound. "Finally. Some honesty in this family."

"Grandmother-"

"Don't 'grandmother' me. I am going to my room. You two clearly need to talk. Or kiss. Or both. I do not care which, just do it somewhere I don't have to watch." She paused in the hallway. "And Leon? The emerald necklace. Give it to her before the gala. It's time."

She disappeared, leaving them alone.

Leon's hands remained on Aria's face, caressing her cheekbones with his thumbs. "She is correct. Regarding the necklace. It is a family heirloom.

Given to the Mercer wives for five generations. I want you to wear it."

"Leon, that's too much-"

"It's not enough. Nothing I have is enough for what you've given me." His voice went raw. "You made me feel again, Aria. Made me want again. Made me believe that maybe I could have something real instead of just profitable."

Tears burned behind Aria's eyes. "I am scared."

"Me too." His forehead touched hers. "But I am more scared of losing you than I am of trying."

"What if your mother is right? What if I am not enough for your world?"

"You are more than enough. You are everything."

Leon gave her a gentle kiss. "And my world is better with you in it."

The kiss became more intense and desperate. He was drawn in by Aria's fisted hands in his shirt. She was lifted slightly off the ground as Leon's arms encircled her waist.

Leon's eyes were black with need as they pulled apart, both of them breathing heavily.

He murmured, "We should stop," but he didn't let go of her.

"Probably," Aria said, tracing his shirt collar with her fingers.

"The gala will take place in two days.

We have things to do. Preparations to make."

"Very important things."

"Critical things."

Neither of them moved.

Leon's phone buzzed in his pocket. He ignored it.

It buzzed again. And again.

Reluctantly, "You should get that," Aria said.

With a scowl, Leon took out his phone. As he read the screen, his countenance shifted. "Its Marcus.

He says it's urgent."

"Then answer it.

Leon hit the call button, putting it on speaker. "This better be life or death, Marcus."

"Close. Vanessa just posted on social media." Marcus's voice was grim. "About you. And Aria. And she's claiming she has proof the marriage was planned."

Aria's blood went cold. "What kind of proof?"

"Screenshots of text messages. Between Aria and someone named 'A.H.' Discussing Leon's schedule, his preferences, and the marriage bureau timing." Marcus paused. "Aria, do you know anyone with those initials?"

"Ariana," Aria whispered. "My sister. Ariana Hale."

Leon's face went hard. "She set you up."

"No. That's impossible. Why would she?" But even as Aria said it, pieces began to click into place. emergency. The timing. The way she had known exactly when Leon would be at the bureau.

"She planned this," Leon said, his voice deadly quiet. "She planned for you to marry me instead of her. The question is why."

Aria's phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hi, little sister. Surprised? Don't worry. I'll explain everything at the gala. Can't wait to see you in your pretty dress. - A

Aria's hands shook as she showed the message to Leon.

His jaw clenched so hard she heard his teeth grind. "She is going to be at the gala."

"How? She was not invited."

"She doesn't need an invitation. She probably bought a ticket under a fake name. Or she's coming as someone's plus-one." Leon's eyes were ice. "She wants a public confrontation."

"Then we give her one." Aria's voice surprised her with its steadiness. "We go to that gala. We face her. And we prove that whatever she planned, it didn't work."

"Aria"

"No." Aria gripped his arms. "I am done running from my sister. Done letting her manipulate situations and people.

It's okay if she wants to publicly ruin me. However, she will have to do it while I stand beside my husband. the one I've decided to fight for."

Leon's countenance changed from one of rage to one of amazement. "You are terrifying when you are fierce."

"I learned from the best." She got up on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss.

"At this point. Show me this necklace made of emerald. I want to appear like a queen if I'm going to fight."

Leon grinned slowly and menacingly. "A queen. I like that.

For the first time, she followed him into his bedroom. It was enormous, with windows facing Central Park and a design of manly lines and dark wood.

He moved to a painting on the wall, pressed something, and it swung open.

A safe. Of course, he had a safe hidden behind art.

Leon took out a velvet box after entering a code. Aria gasped when he opened it.

It was a gorgeous emerald necklace. Five antique gold stones with diamond accents, each the size of her thumbnail. It had a museum-like appearance.

Like something queens actually wore.

"Leon, I can't." "You can and you will." With caution, he removed it from the box. "Turn around."

Aria turned. Leon tightened the clasp, his fingers grazing her neck. The emeralds felt chilly and weighty against her skin.

She glanced at herself in the mirror over his dresser.

The girl staring back looked powerful. Elegant. Like she belonged to the Mercer family.

Like she belonged to Leon.

Leon whispered, "Perfect," as he stood behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders. "You look perfect."

In the mirror, their gazes locked.

"We are really doing this?"

Aria asked. "Going to war with my sister? With Vanessa? With everyone who wants us to fail?"

"We are really doing this." Leon turned her to face him. "Together."

"Together," Aria echoed.

He kissed her again, and this time Aria let herself believe it.

Let herself believe in them.

even if they were going to be torn apart by the entire world.

Since they had decided to go slowly, Aria lay in her own bed that night and gazed at the ceiling.

Another SMS appeared on her phone.

Ariana: I never intended for you to genuinely like him, just so you know. The plan did not include that. But little sister, don't worry.

I will fix everything at the gala. Promise.

Aria's stomach twisted.

What plan?

What had Ariana done?

And why did Aria have the terrible feeling that the worst was yet to come?

She looked at the emerald necklace sitting in its box on her nightstand. A symbol of family. Of belonging.

Of everything Ariana had tried to steal, Aria had accidentally won.

The gala was in forty-eight hours.

And Aria had a sinking feeling it would change everything.