Blackwood Tower dominated the skyline like a silent king.
Aria stepped out of her car wearing a sharp white suit instead of her usual soft dresses.
The receptionist looked startled.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No," Aria replied calmly. "Tell Mr. Blackwood Aria Whitmore is here to discuss something that will ruin Ethan Vale."
That was enough.
Ten minutes later—
The elevator opened into the top floor.
Lucien Blackwood stood by the window.
Tall.
Cold.
Power radiating from every movement.
He didn't turn when she entered.
"Whitmore's heiress," he said smoothly. "To what do I owe this rare visit?"
Aria stepped forward.
"In one month, I'm supposed to marry Ethan Vale."
"I'm aware."
She met his reflection in the glass.
"I want to cancel it."
Silence.
Lucien finally turned.
His gaze was sharp enough to cut steel.
"And?"
Aria's heartbeat pounded.
But she didn't look away.
"I want to marry you instead."
The room went deadly quiet.
Lucien studied her.
Not lustfully.
Not mockingly.
Strategically.
"You love him," he said.
"Not anymore."
"And why would I marry a woman who was engaged yesterday?"
Aria smiled faintly.
"Because I know how to destroy him."
Lucien stepped closer.
"So do I."
"Yes," she agreed. "But I know his weaknesses."
Their eyes locked.
War.
Challenge.
Tension.
Lucien's voice lowered.
"This isn't a game, Miss Whitmore."
"Neither is revenge."
A long pause.
Then—
Lucien smirked.
"Interesting."
He leaned down slightly.
"If you regret this later, I won't let you go."
Aria didn't hesitate.
"I won't regret choosing power over love."
Lucien extended his hand.
"Then let's ruin him together."
She placed her hand in his.
And felt the first spark of something far more dangerous than revenge.