Aria's POV
The hotel room door clicked shut behind me, and I finally allowed myself to breathe.
V&A Hotels—one of Dad's legacy properties.
I barely made it to the cream-colored sofa before my legs gave out completely.
The adrenaline that had carried me through the confrontation was gone, leaving behind a hollow ache that seemed to radiate from my very bones.
I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes, trying to stop the fresh wave of tears threatening to spill over.
*God, I was so tired of crying.*
I'd spent two years with Ethan learning to suppress every emotion, to present a perfect, unshakeable facade.
And now, in the span of a few weeks, Damian Blackwood had somehow managed to shatter every defense I'd spent years constructing.
My phone buzzed on the c
