Aria’s POV
The gates were taller than anything I’d ever seen—black iron laced with gold serpents, guarded by cameras that followed my every move like silent predators. As the Rolls-Royce eased through, I tightened my grip on my bag, anxiety prickling my skin like static.
I wasn’t ready for this.
My mother had remarried six months ago—some billionaire widower with too much power, too much mystery, and too many secrets. But what she failed to mention in all her glowing rants about finally being “taken care of,” was that the man she married had three sons.
Grown. Gorgeous. Dangerous.
And now… technically, my stepbrothers.
The car stopped at the entrance of the mansion, and I barely had time to breathe before the butler opened my door.
“Miss Aria,” he said with a stiff nod. “Welcome to
