(Ayra's POV)
The morning sunlight spilled gently across my bed, casting warm, golden light on my face.
I blinked a few times, adjusting to the warm glow as a slow smile crept onto my face.
For the first time in a long while, I felt… light and free.
Last night had been a turning point for me.
I had laid myself bare to Darius—told him my truth, my pain, my past, my revenge.
I'd expected fear, rejection… maybe even disgust. But instead, he'd held me.
With steady arms and even steadier eyes, he told me he wasn't afraid of me. That he would stay with me.
That I didn't have to carry this weight alone anymore.
The memory of his touch, his words, lingered on my skin like a warm coat wrapped around my heart.
I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding, my heart thumping with a mix of joy and disbelief.
Darius knew everything now—about Kyle, about Sasha, about how they tried to hurt my Nana and murdered me in cold blood for my wealth.
