The Pine Ridge Diner was a dilapidated, neon-lit establishment located twenty miles outside the jurisdiction of Thorne Alpine Resorts. It smelled of stale grease, burnt coffee, and cheap bleach. For Nora, it was perfect. No one from Silas’s pristine, high-society circle would ever be caught dead sit

The cabin belonging to Harper’s family was a modest, single-story A-frame nestled deep in the pines, fifty miles away from the glittering, artificial opulence of Thorne Alpine Resorts. It smelled of old cedar, woodsmoke, and quiet survival. There were no heated floors, no smart-home thermostats, and

The executive boardroom of Thorne Alpine Resorts occupied the entire top floor of a glass-and-steel skyscraper in downtown Denver. It was a monument to wealth and absolute control. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the snow-capped Rockies, while a massive mahogany table stretched