*Aryanna*

I hadn’t really looked at Darren until now, not like this.

Five years had passed, and he wasn’t the man I remembered.

Back then, he was different—just a personal aide. He was gentle and easy-going and always had a half-smile playing on his lips, the kind that made you believe he was harmless. That’s how he fooled me—fooled everyone.

But now… now he was something else.

He stood like a man who knew exactly what he was worth. There was a ...