Chapter 8

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 f

Chapter 9

The victory of the Vogue disaster was sweet, but in the vicious ecosystem of luxury fashion, peace never lasted long.

When Elena arrived at the atelier the next morning, the energy in the room was entirely different. The seamstresses were working quietly, casting nervous glances toward

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