Chapter 19
The digital forensics report landed on Alessandro’s desk the following morning.
He’d recreated Aria’s presence in the penthouse, purchasing identical replacements of everything she downed ther favorite coffee mug, her worn paperbacks, even the same brand of lavender hand cream she kept by the bed. The illusion of normalcy was meticulous, yet utterly hollow.
Without Aria, the expansive apartment felt like a mausoleum.
Alessandro poured himself three fingers of whiskey before opening the file. Some truths required anesthesia
The most recent recovered message from Sofia to Aria was a video taken the day before Aria disappeared–capturing him and Sofia in an intimate moment at the piano.
The accompanying text was vicious:
“Surprised? This is his favorite spot. I won’t film what happens next… might be too much for your fragile heart (1)
handle.”
“Why keep playing dumb? Being the side piece suits you. Accept your place–you’ll always be the one he keeps an the shadows. If you beg, maybe I’ll let him throw you some scraps of attention.”
As he scrolled further, the evidence mounted: hundreds of taunts, dozens of strategically staged intimate photos and
videos of Alessandro and Sofia together.
On social media, Sofia had created a shadow account of loving couple posts, meticulously privacy–set so only Aria
could see them.
Alessandro’s rage built with each swipe of his finger.
But when he opened the next folder, something inside him went still. The cold, detached part of him that had built his empire took over.
The thugs who had harassed Sofia at the auction–she had hired them herself
The images blurred as realization hit him. When Aria was actually injured that night, he had pushed her aude, ignored her bleeding forehead, and later pressured her to drink alcohol that triggered her allergy.
He remembered her wounded eyes, that soft, hollow laugh after hearing his self righteous defense of Sofia.
His chest constricted violently. Cold sweat broke out across his skin.
“Get Sofia here. Right fucking now,” he ordered, his voice barely human.
Twenty minutes later, Sofia was escorted in. One glance at the scattered evidence and the understood immediaty. her designer makeup unable to hide her panic.
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Chapter 19
Chapter 19
The digital forensics report landed on Alessandro’s desk the following morning
He’d recreated Aria’s presence in the penthouse, purchasing identical replacements of everything she’d owned her favorite coffee mug, hei worn paperbacks, even the same brand of lavender hand cream she kept hy the bed. The illusion of normalcy was meticulous, yet utterly hollow,
Without Aria, the expansive apartment felt like a mausoleum.
Alessandro poured himself three fingers of whiskey before opening the file. Some truths required anesthesia.
The most recent recovered message from Sofia to Aria was a video taken the day before Aria disappeared–capturing him and Sofia in an intimate moment at the piano.
The accompanying text was vicious:
“Surprised? This is his favorite spot. I won’t film what happens next… might be too much for your fragile heart to handle.”
“Why keep playing dumb? Being the side piece suits you. Accept your place–you’ll always be the one he keeps in the shadows. If you beg, maybe I’ll let him throw you some scraps of attention.”
As he scrolled further, the evidence mounted: hundreds of taunts, dozens of strategically staged intimate photos and videos of Alessandro and Sofia together.
On social media, Sofia had created a shadow account of loving couple posts, meticulously privacy–set so only Aria
could see them.
Alessandro’s rage built with each swipe of his finger.
But when he opened the next folder, something inside him went still. The cold, detached part of him that had built his empire took over.
The thugs who had harassed Sofia at the auction–she had hired them herself.
The images blurred as realization hit him. When Aria was actually injured that night, he had pushed her aside, ignored her bleeding forehead, and later pressured her to drink alcohol that triggered her allergy.
He remembered her wounded eyes, that soft, hollow laugh after hearing his self–righteous defense of Sofia.
His chest constricted violently. Cold sweat broke out across his skin.
“Get Sofia here. Right fucking now,” he ordered, his voice barely human.
Twenty minutes later, Sofia was escorted in. One glance at the scattered evidence and she understood immediately, her designer makeup unable to hide her panic.
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“You think I give a shit about some fetus? 1 could father a dozen children tomorrow if I wanted. Who the hell do you think you are?”
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