Chapter 13

The lingering heat of the kiss hung in the air, thick and electric, long after Julian finally pulled back. He didn't step away. His chest rose and fell against hers, his hands still anchored firmly at her waist, grounding her in the quiet sanctuary of the penthouse.

Clara opened her ey

Chapter 14

The Thorne Capital conference room was a monument to corporate intimidation. Suspended high above the city, the room was encased in floor-to-ceiling glass, dominated by a massive slab of black marble that served as a table. The lighting was stark, cold, and unforgiving.

It was the perf

Chapter 15

The ballroom of the St. Regis was a sea of glittering chandeliers, tailored tuxedos, and the sharp, metallic flash of press cameras. It smelled of expensive champagne, rare orchids, and the distinct, intoxicating scent of Silicon Valley greed.

Clara stood at the top of the grand stairc