Chapitre 43: The Promised Revenge

"You think this is over?" Logan's voice slithered through the shadows, dripping with venom.

Aria froze, her hand trembling as it gripped the edge of the desk. She could feel the suffocating weight of his words even before she turned around to face him. There was no escape. No running. No more hiding. Logan's presence had become a constant shadow, one she couldn't outrun.

"Logan," she said, her voice steady, though the words felt like ash in her mouth. "You should know better than anyone that I'm not the same person I used to be."

He smirked, his gaze cold and calculating. "You think you can escape me? You were always weak, Aria. Always. That hasn't changed."

The room seemed to close in on her, his words sinking into her skin, reminding her of the helplessness she had once felt—betrayed, discarded. But not anymore. She had learned to fight back. She was stronger than before. She would never let him break her again.