Chapter 4 The enemy who knows her name.

Blackwood House went on lockdown before dusk.

Ariella noticed it first through the silence.

Not the peaceful kind-the manufactured kind. The sort that came from gates sealing, guards repositioning, footsteps measured and purposeful. Even the staff spoke less, their voices lowered as if the walls themselves were listening.

She stood at the window of her room, watching the estate grounds fade into shadow. The hedges that had looked ornamental the night before now seemed like barriers. The lights along the drive flared brighter than necessary.

Protection, Lucien had called it.

It felt more like a warning.

There was a soft knock at her door.

"Come in," she said.

Lucien stepped inside, jacket already discarded, sleeves rolled to his forearms. He looked different tonight-less polished, more alert. Like a man who expected trouble and had accepted it long ago.

"You shouldn't be by the window," he said.

She didn't move. "Someone might see me?"

"Yes."

"Or you might?"

His gaze sharpened. "This isn't a game, Ariella."

She turned then. "Neither is using me as bait."

A beat passed.

"You noticed," he said quietly.

"I'm not blind."

Lucien closed the door behind him. "You're also not informed."

"That's on you."

He exhaled slowly, as though weighing something. "There are people who've wanted access to this family for years. Power attracts parasites."

"And now they have it," she said flatly. "Through me."

"Through the marriage," he corrected. "Not you."

She crossed her arms. "You keep saying that like it's supposed to make me feel safer."

"It should."

"It doesn't."

Lucien stepped closer, stopping a careful distance away. "I didn't marry you to put you in danger."

"But you knew danger would come."

"Yes."

She swallowed. "So you chose me anyway."

"I chose the least destructive option."

The words stung more than she expected.

"So I'm collateral damage," she said softly.

"No," he replied immediately. "You're leverage."

She laughed once, sharp and humorless. "That's worse."

Lucien didn't argue.

Instead, he reached into his pocket and placed something on the table between them.

A phone.

Not hers.

"Take it," he said. "Encrypted. Direct line to me. If anything feels wrong-anything-you use it."

Ariella stared at the device. "You expect me to just live like this?"

"For now."

She picked it up reluctantly. "And how long is for now?"

Lucien met her gaze. "Until this ends."

"That's not an answer."

"It's the only honest one."

Silence settled between them again-thick, uneasy.

Then Ariella spoke, her voice low. "Who was the man outside today?"

Lucien's expression hardened. "You saw him clearly?"

"Yes."

"Enough to recognize him again?"

"Yes."

That answer seemed to trouble him.

"His name?" she pressed.

Lucien hesitated.

That hesitation told her more than any explanation could have.

"He's not just a threat," she said slowly. "He's personal."

Lucien looked away.

That was confirmation.

"Lucien," she said, stepping closer. "I deserve to know what I've been dragged into."

His jaw clenched. "You deserve to be safe."

"And ignorance makes me safe?"

"No," he admitted. "Control does."

She met his eyes. "Yours."

For a moment, the mask slipped.

Just a fraction.

"You think I enjoy this?" he asked quietly. "You think I wanted my life tied to someone who could get hurt because of my name?"

Her chest tightened.

"I didn't ask for your empire," she said. "I didn't ask for your enemies."

"I know."

"Then stop treating me like a liability."

Lucien studied her-really studied her-for a long moment.

"You don't break easily," he said.

"Neither do you," she shot back.

A flicker of something-approval, perhaps-passed through his eyes.

"I'll tell you what I can," he said at last. "But not tonight."

"Why not?"

"Because once you know, you can't unknow it."

She held his gaze. "Try me."

Before he could respond, a sharp knock sounded at the door.

Not polite.

Urgent.

Lucien turned instantly. "Yes?"

Helena entered, her composure fractured for the first time since Ariella had met her.

"There's been a delivery," she said. "It came through the east gate. Unmarked."

Lucien's posture went rigid. "That gate is restricted."

"Yes," Helena replied. "Which is why security is concerned."

Ariella felt a chill creep up her spine. "A delivery?"

"For you," Helena added, looking directly at her.

Lucien swore under his breath.

"Where is it?" he asked.

"In the study."

"Clear the house," he ordered. "No staff on this floor."

Helena nodded and left quickly.

Ariella stared at Lucien. "You said I was protected."

"You are," he said, already moving. "Which is why this is a message."

They walked fast, the tension thickening with every step. The study was dimly lit, one lamp casting long shadows across the room.

A box sat on the desk.

Small.

Plain.

Too ordinary.

Lucien held up a hand, stopping Ariella behind him. "Stay there."

"I'm not a child."

"You're my responsibility."

"That's debatable."

He shot her a warning look, then reached for the box.

No ticking.

No wires.

He opened it carefully.

Inside was a single object.

A photograph.

Lucien went still.

Ariella stepped closer before he could stop her.

The photo slid partially out of the box.

Her breath caught.

It was her.

Leaving her apartment weeks ago. Looking over her shoulder. Unaware.

On the back, written in neat black ink, were four words.

We know who you are.

The room felt suddenly too small.

"They were watching me," Ariella whispered.

"Yes."

"Before the marriage."

"Yes."

Her heart pounded. "So this isn't because of you."

Lucien didn't answer immediately.

"That's why you chose me," she said slowly. "They were already close. You used the marriage to pull me under your protection."

Lucien met her gaze.

"I accelerated the timeline," he said.

Her voice shook. "By trapping me."

"By shielding you."

"You never gave me a choice."

His jaw tightened. "If I had, you would've said no."

"Yes," she snapped. "And I would've been right."

Silence crashed down between them.

Then Ariella straightened.

"No," she said firmly.

Lucien frowned. "No what?"

"No more secrets."

"You don't get to demand-"

"I get to survive," she cut in. "And I can't do that blind."

She stepped closer, pointing at the photo. "Who sent this?"

Lucien held her gaze for a long, dangerous moment.

Then he spoke.

"Elias Crowe."

The name hit her like a physical blow.

"He doesn't miss," Lucien continued. "He doesn't bluff. And he doesn't stop once he's interested."

Ariella swallowed hard. "Interested in what?"

Lucien's eyes darkened.

"In you."

Her phone buzzed suddenly in her hand.

The encrypted one.

Her breath froze.

She looked down at the screen.

UNKNOWN CALLER.

Lucien's expression shifted instantly. "Don't answer."

The phone buzzed again.

Then a message appeared beneath the call.

Hello, Mrs. Blackwood.

I'm glad we're finally being introduced properly.

Ariella's fingers trembled.

Lucien reached for the phone-

But she answered it first.

"Don't," he warned.

Too late.

"Mrs. Blackwood," a male voice said smoothly. "Or do you still prefer Ariella?"

Her blood ran cold.

"How did you get this number?" she demanded.

The man chuckled softly. "You married into the wrong family."

Lucien's eyes burned into her.

The voice continued, unhurried. "Tell Lucien this-marriage doesn't end a game. It just raises the stakes."

The line went dead.

Ariella stared at the phone, heart racing.

Lucien closed his eyes briefly.

Then he looked at her, his expression grim.

"This," he said quietly, "is where it becomes dangerous."

She met his gaze, fear and resolve colliding in her chest.

"Then stop protecting me from the truth," she said. "And start treating me like someone who can fight back."

Lucien studied her.

Slowly, something shifted.

"Very well," he said.

"Because now," Ariella added, voice steady despite the terror inside her, "they've made it personal."