The ringing of Elena’s phone shattered the quiet, focused atmosphere of the Croft design studio.

It had been three days since Damian purchased the Fifth Avenue flagship building, and the fallout had been spectacularly quiet. Julian hadn't said a word to the press, which meant he was panicking behi

The clinking of crystal flutes and the low, vibrant hum of a classical string quartet wove through the grand ballroom of the Plaza Hotel. It was the annual Global Fashion Innovators Gala, a room packed with the titans of the industry—editors, buyers, and rival designers who, just a week ago, had nev

The scent of raw silk and fresh espresso filled the sprawling, sunlit loft of Elena’s new atelier. It was a chaotic symphony of productivity. Dozens of seamstresses—the very best poached directly from Thorne Heritage—were bent over drafting tables, their shears slicing through expensive fabrics with