Evening
The soft buzz of the blow dryer faded as Ariana sat still, letting Eliza-the sweet maid who'd carefully unpacked her luxury gifts the night before-pin the final wave of her long hair into place. The room smelled faintly of vanilla and expensive perfume. Ariana's reflection in the mirror didn't feel real.
The dress was a rich crimson, hugging every inch of her body like it had been poured onto her skin. The fabric shimmered subtly under the light, sleeveless, with a dangerously low back and a slit that ran high along one thigh. She'd never worn anything this bold before. She didn't need to-she knew her power. But tonight... it was a different kind of statement.
Eliza stepped back and let out a dreamy sigh. "Miss, you look like a goddess."
Ariana smirked and stood, running her fingers down her hips. "A very expensive goddess," she teased.
"Do you think I'll break hearts?"
The maid laughed. "No question. You'll ruin them."
Ariana gave her a wink and stepped into her heels-tall, black stilettos that gave her an added air of elegance and dominance. She checked herself once more, then turned toward the door.
Downstairs
Ivan was leaning against the side of the staircase banister, dressed in a sleek black tux with no tie, the top two buttons undone just enough to show a hint of collarbone and that mysterious ink trailing from beneath his sleeve.
He wasn't looking around. He wasn't on his phone. He was just waiting-with his hands tucked into his pockets, jaw tense, and an unreadable expression on his face.
Until he looked up.
And saw her.
Time stopped.
Ariana descended slowly, like something out of a slow-motion scene in a movie. Each step was calculated, deliberate. The chandelier above bathed her in a soft glow, lighting up her hair, her skin, and every perfect curve that dress so generously revealed.
Ivan's breath stalled.
He raised his brow slightly, amazed.
He'd known she was beautiful-of course he did. But this? This was lethal. She looked like temptation dipped in fire. Her eyes held that same bold gleam, her lips painted a deep red that matched the teasing danger of her dress.
His eyes instinctively dipped to her legs as the slit moved with every step, revealing glimpses of smooth skin.
She reached the last step and looked at him. "Well?" she asked, head tilted. "Are you going to keep staring or are we leaving?"
He stepped forward, slowly, like a predator circling his prey.
"I should charge you for stealing every breath in this room."
Ariana smiled. "Just say I look way prettier than your girls."
He smiled and nodded, his gaze lingered on her face, then drifted lower again. "You wore that for me, didn't you?"
"Maybe," she said, brushing past him with her perfume trailing behind her like a spell. "Maybe not."
Ivan turned, watching her hips sway as she walked toward the door like she owned the damn night.
"You are one sexy damsel" he whispered and continued looking at her back.
She didn't even know she was setting him on fire.
And tonight... he was willingly going to burn.
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Inside the Car
The moment Ariana slid into the passenger seat of the sleek black Bentley, the cool leather against her bare skin made her sit a little straighter. Ivan joined her on the driver's side, closing the door with a soft thud that sealed them inside a quiet, intimate bubble. The scent of his cologne filled the space-woody, spicy, and darkly addictive.
She crossed one leg over the other, the slit in her dress falling open just enough to catch his peripheral vision.
She noticed and smiled slightly.
"I see you're trying hard not to stare, Ivan," she said casually, eyes focused on the road ahead.
He smirked as the car purred to life. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you enjoy the attention."
"I do." Her voice was unapologetically bold. "Especially when it's from someone who buys me Hermès."
He chuckled low under his breath, one hand gripping the wheel while the other rested casually between them, his fingers brushing the edge of her clutch.
Ariana turned slightly toward him, her expression softer now. "So... where are we really going?" she asked. "You're not kidnapping me, are you?"
Ivan threw her a sidelong glance. "Would you like that?"
A teasing smirk curved her lips. "Depends on how charming the kidnapper is."
He shook his head with a real, rare smile-half-amused, half-impressed. "You know I'm charming"
She leaned back and smiled, running her finger lazily across the stitching on her seat. "Well, you are. But not enough to charm me"
For a moment, he didn't answer. Just drove in silence, watching the road, lips curved slightly in that unreadable way he always had.
Then she did something that caught him off guard.
Ariana reached forward and adjusted the air conditioning vent closest to him, her knuckles brushing his wrist. "You looked warm," she murmured, almost absentmindedly.
It was such a small gesture-unexpected, almost tender-and it made him glance at her longer than he should've.
Ivan smiled again. A different smile. The kind that crept up slowly, as if surprised by its own existence.
"Thanks," he said quietly.
And for a brief second, there was no flirtation-just that unspoken hum between them.
Then she looked out the window again and said, "Try not to fall for me tonight, Ivan. I wouldn't know what to do with your heart."
His smirk returned. "Can't help. I'm falling already" he said coolly.
Ariana looked at him, her expression serious "All of a sudden. You think I woul believe that" she said and he smiled calmly.
"Then give me a chance. I want to prove it"
Ariana smiled inwardly. She couldn't deny, she was attracted to him. She got attracted to him the day she stepped foot into his house and now, he really wanted her to give him a chance. She would have gladly said yes but she knew him already, she would be one of his love chapters if she allows him. Though he wasn't ready for all, but she would have tried with him but he...
"I promise I will change" he said calmly. Ariana just looked at him for a while and said nothing.
"I did give someone like you a chance once," she said. Her voice wasn't bitter-it was calm, like someone remembering something that had once hurt too much to say aloud.
"Someone like me?" he asked, already knowing who he was.
She nodded slowly. "He was rich. Charming. He knew how to make me feel like I was the only girl in the world tho I was too hard on him. He told me I was different-special. And then I found out I was just another name on a list."
"I was sixteen," she continued, her tone wistful. "I broke it off when I found out he kissed someone else. Someone prettier, richer. I didn't even cry... not at first. But later, I realized I stopped trusting people after that. I told myself I wouldn't fall again. Especially not for someone who could afford to break me."
Ivan's hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. He wanted to say something-to tell her she'd never be just a name. But the words got caught in his throat.
"So when a guy like you comes around," Ariana said gently, "with fast cars, expensive gifts, and that 'I-can-have-anything' look in his eyes... I get scared. Because I know how it ends."
"I'm not him, Ariana," he said, voice thick with emotions. "I'm different, Ary"
She looked at him, eyes softening, but her guard remained up.
"You say that now," she murmured. "They always do. But what happens when I stop being new? When you've seen every part of me and I'm no longer someone you find interest in"
"I don't want the chase anymore," Ivan said quietly. "I want the feeling. The connection. I want you. Even if you don't believe that yet-let me prove it. Just let me try."
Ariana stared at him for a moment, heart aching with the weight of the truth he was offering-and the fear that it might still be a lie.
The car was quiet again.
Ivan reached out, slowly, his hand moving toward hers on the center console. His fingers lightly brushed hers-warm, hesitant, hopeful.
But Ariana gently shook his hand off. Not harshly, but with quiet finality.
"I believe you want to mean it," she said. "But I'm not ready to risk myself again. Not for someone who reminds me of the boy who broke me. Let's just enjoy the drive, Ivan"
Ivan nodded and continued driving. "You're one interesting girl, Ary" he thought and smirked slightly.
__________
The grand stone staircase leading up to the private auction venue was bathed in warm golden lights, casting a soft glow over the red carpet rolled out from the entrance. The building itself-an exquisite blend of modern architecture and classic European elegance-stood proudly at the edge of the sea, like a palace built for moments just like this.
Ivan parked the car at the very front, the valet already waiting. Before Ariana could even unbuckle her seatbelt, he was out and around, opening her door like a gentleman from another era. She blinked at him, still processing the shift in atmosphere. Ivan wasn't just the boy who made her heart stutter in private moments-here, he looked like the man who owned the world and knew it.
He held out his hand. "May I?"
Ariana hesitated only a second before placing her hand in his. His fingers curled around hers-not possessively, but with the kind of gentleness that both grounded and unsettled her. The second she stepped out of the car, the air seemed to still.
Heads turned.
Every guest on the staircase, every photographer stationed near the entrance, and every guard posted by the doors-they all paused. Conversations hushed. All eyes were on them.
Ariana was radiant in the deep emerald silk dress Ivan had picked for her. It draped elegantly across her figure, hugging her waist, cascading like water with each step she took. Her hair was softly curled, pinned just enough to let a few strands frame her delicate features. Ivan, in a tailored midnight-black tux, looked devastatingly sharp beside her, the kind of presence that made people straighten up when he passed.
But it wasn't just how they looked. It was how they moved.
Together, they walked in perfect sync, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back, guiding her up the steps like she was the only one who mattered in the world. Their strides weren't rushed, nor were they for show. They walked with intention, grace, and a quiet authority that demanded respect. Whispers trailed behind them like shadows.
"Who is she?"
"She's with Ivan?"
"She looks like a queen."
The grand glass doors parted as they entered, revealing a majestic hall bathed in soft golden lighting. Crystal chandeliers sparkled from above, and soft classical music floated through the air-live violins playing a sweeping melody that gave the evening a dreamlike aura. Waiters with silver trays offered champagne, but Ivan gently waved them off for now, leading Ariana deeper into the crowd.
Ariana leaned in slightly, whispering, "Everyone's staring."
Ivan smirked without looking at her. "Let them."
She shook her head, amused and nervous. "I've never been to anything like this."
"You belong here," he said firmly, turning to face her for a beat. "Look around-none of them hold a candle to you tonight."
That caught her off guard. Her cheeks flushed, and she looked down, suddenly shy beneath the glittering lights. She'd always felt invisible in crowds like this-like background noise. But standing next to Ivan, with his unwavering attention and the subtle pressure of his hand on her back, she felt seen.
A man in a gray suit, older, clearly someone of importance, walked up and greeted Ivan with a respectful nod. "Mr. Garcia. Welcome back. And your guest..."
"This is Ariana," Ivan said simply, his voice like velvet. "She's with me."
The man smiled, clearly impressed. "Enchanté, Miss Ariana. You look stunning."
Ariana smiled politely, though her fingers curled just a bit more tightly around her clutch.
As they moved on, Ivan leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. "Told you."
"You're ridiculous," she whispered, though her smile betrayed her.
They were led to a private booth above the main auction floor, where the view was flawless, the seating plush, and the attention tailored. Ivan pulled out a chair for her and sat beside her, not letting the closeness overwhelm the moment but making sure she knew-he was there.
_______
Ariana tilted her glass, letting the golden liquid swirl lazily as she scanned the room-mostly out of curiosity, partly to distract herself from the strange warmth blooming in her chest. She wasn't really used to men like Ivan.
She was mid-sip when her eyes landed on someone across the room.
Her breath hitched.
A man stood there, laughing low with a small group of well-dressed men. He wore a deep green tux jacket that complimented his bronze skin. His hair was slightly tousled in that intentional, careless way, and a small tattoo curled up from beneath the open collar of his shirt toward his neck. There was something... familiar about him.
Her brows furrowed.
The sharp jawline. The intense eyes. The way he carried himself-like he owned every space he walked into. It was like a déjà vu she couldn't shake. Her heart gave a small, confused beat.
No... it couldn't be.
But the more she stared, the clearer the memory became.
Zayn. It's really Zayn.
She blinked, trying to ground herself in the present, but her gaze stayed fixed on him. He looked so different now. Older. Richer. Tattooed and still handsome.
"Do you know him?" Ivan's said smoothly beside her.
His sharp gaze was on her-no, beyond her. He'd followed her line of sight.
He saw him too.
Zayn.
Ivan's jaw ticked, but his face remained unreadable. Cool. Calm. Controlled.
Ariana tore her eyes away from Zayn and looked up at him, trying to read his expression. But Ivan was a vault-nothing ever slipped.
She tilted her head, heart thudding. "No. I mean... I think I used to."
Ivan's brows lifted slightly, but he didn't say anything.
He just stared at Zayn a second longer.
_______
The room dimmed subtly, and a spotlight lit the stage. A well-dressed host stepped forward,voice smooth and charismatic as he welcomed the elite club.
"The auction will now begin," he announced, gesturing to the screen behind him. "Tonight, we begin with something exclusive-a 20% stake in one of the fastest-growing tech companies in Europe. Bidding starts at $2 million."
The room buzzed. Pens clicked. Eyebrows raised.
Ariana adjusted slightly in her seat, surprised at the scale of the opening bid. She glanced sideways at Ivan, who was calm-almost too calm, fingers steepled against his chin, expression unreadable. That effortless confidence. It unnerved her a little. And impressed her even more.
Then she heard a voice from across the room.
"Three million."
Her breath caught. That voice.
She turned slowly and saw him.
Zayn.
He had stepped forward into the light, standing beside a small table with a glass of scotch in hand. His eyes-those familiar stormy eyes-were locked onto Ivan with a smirk that could cut glass.
Ivan's lip curled faintly, but he raised a hand. "Five."
Gasps rippled around the room. The host's eyes gleamed. "Five million, from Mr. Ivan Kolev."
Zayn didn't blink. "Ten"
Ariana's chest tightened as she looked between them. The energy changed instantly-it wasn't just about the stake anymore. It was personal. Something about the way they stared at each other, like two predators in a silent standoff, sent a chill up her spine.
Ivan leaned back lazily. Then, with a casual flick of his wrist, he said, "Twenty"
The room went dead quiet.
Ariana's lips parted slightly.
Even Zayn stilled for a moment.
The host tried not to look stunned. "Twenty million going once..."
Zayn's jaw clenched. But he didn't counter.
"Going twice..."
Silence.
"Sold. To Mr. Garcielle"
Applause erupted, though it was scattered-many too shocked to react.
Ivan barely moved. Just turned slightly and said under his breath, "I don't lose."
Ariana glanced at him, chest fluttering with emotions she couldn't name. He looked darkly amused. Powerful. Unshaken.
She wasn't sure what shook her more: the amount he'd just spent... or the silent war that had just unfolded between two men who clearly had history.
Zayn's eyes slid to her one last time before he turned away, disappearing into the crowd.
Ivan didn't even glance after him.
He looked at Ariana instead.
And the look he gave her?
Possessive. Smug. Electric.
As if to say "He might've had your past. But I'll have your future."