Her Real Life Begins Again
Aria Valente (FL)
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Aria stormed into her room and slammed the door shut with a hard click of finality.
She didn’t scream. She didn’t cry.
But God — she wanted to kill him.
Aria Valente (FL)
"Arrogant, entitled bastard."
She snatched the pillow from the bed and buried her face into it, biting down hard. The rage was molten, clawing through her veins like wildfire.
Why did it bother her so much?
She ripped off her earrings, tossed her bracelet to the floor, and marched into the bathroom. The cold water hit her skin like knives, calming her nerves just enough to stop her from putting a bullet through his name.
She stepped out, dripping wet and silent, pulling on a loose black T-shirt. Her soaked hair clung to her shoulders as she flopped into the bed.
Across the hall, Dante slammed his own door — equally cold, equally furious.
He didn’t understand why her attitude annoyed him.
Why her silence wasn’t as easy to ignore anymore.
Why her sharp tongue echoed louder than it should have.
He peeled off his suit, took a cold shower, and collapsed into bed — but sleep didn't come easily.
~The next morning - The ghost awakens~
Her phone buzzed under her pillow. It was still dark outside.
She grabbed it instantly.
Nancy (T/M-1)
“Aria, we’ve got a mission. High-risk. Get to the warehouse in 20.”
Her mind sharpened instantly. The fury, the tension, the insults — all pushed to the back. Now she was who she really was.
Deadly. Precise. Untouchable.
She glanced at the time.
Good. He wasn’t awake.
In perfect silence, she got out of bed. Opened the wardrobe hidden behind her mirror — revealing black tactical gear, sleek and tailored.
She dressed fast:
Full black outfit
Combat boots
Fingerless gloves
Mask covering the lower half of her face
Dark sunglasses hiding everything else
She slid a gun into her thigh holster and another into the strap on her back. Grabbed the keys.
No one saw her leave.
Not the guards.
Not the security system.
She was a shadow.
Her car engine roared softly as she sped into the darkness, heading straight for the mission site. Cold. Focused. Alive.
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