The Thorne Luxury Group headquarters was a towering monolith of black glass and brushed steel that pierced the Paris skyline like a dagger. It didn't whisper wealth; it demanded submission.

At 9:00 AM sharp, Sienna Vance stepped out of the private elevator and onto the penthouse floor. She hadn't

The elevator doors slid open with a soft, musical chime, revealing the entire forty-second floor of the Thorne Luxury Group building. Sienna stepped out, her breath catching in her throat as her heels clicked against the pristine white marble.

The space was a vast, sun-drenched sanctuary. Floor-to

The adrenaline of Julian's public humiliation carried the Vance Couture team for exactly three days. For seventy-two hours, the studio was a symphony of creativity. Sienna sketched relentlessly, her charcoal flying across the heavy textured paper, bringing the avant-garde silhouettes in her mind to