Chapter 258 Veiled Truths

• Aria walked straight to her husband, her eyes holding all the unspoken questions, sharp and unrelenting. Without a word, Alessandro gently took her hand and guided her toward the private elevator. They ascended to their suite—an exclusive, heavily secured penthouse on the top floor of the hotel.
• The moment they stepped inside, Alessandro locked the door behind them. When he turned, he found Aria standing in the middle of the room—arms crossed, a deep furrow between her brows, her usually soft expression replaced with suspicion and a hint of challenge.
• Her gaze didn’t waver. “You know… don’t you?” she asked, her voice deceptively soft but laced with demand. “You know who Mr. Devil really is.”