Chapter 10

The adrenaline of the kiss was still thrumming in Elena Croft’s veins by the time Damian’s town car pulled into the secure underground garage of the Cross Conglomerate tower. Her lips tingled, her pulse raced, and the lingering scent of Damian’s bespoke cedar and bergamot cologne clung t

Chapter 11

The applause in the studio washed over Elena as she took her seat opposite Camille, the veteran fashion journalist. Camille’s sharp eyes immediately darted to the thick manila envelope gripped in Elena’s hands.

"Elena, it is a thrill to have you here," Camille began, leaning forward wi

Chapter 12

The conference room at the federal courthouse smelled of lemon polish and impending ruin.

Elena sat at the long mahogany table, her posture impeccably straight, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She wore a tailored crimson suit that screamed power, her hair pulled back into a severe,