The rain in Paris was relentless, drumming a steady, chaotic rhythm against the massive skylights of the Vance Couture studio. It was 1:00 AM. The rest of the atelier had gone home hours ago, leaving the sprawling, industrial-chic space bathed in the warm, low glow of drafting lamps.

Sienna stood

Kaelen didn't hesitate. Before the alarm’s third piercing shriek could finish echoing off the high ceilings, he was moving. He shoved Sienna behind him, his broad shoulders forming a physical barrier between her and the studio's main corridor.

"Stay here," Kaelen ordered, his voice a low, dangerou

The morning after the gala felt like breathing pure oxygen for the first time in years.

Sienna woke up before her alarm, the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of her new apartment. Her phone was already blowing up with notifications. The front page of every major fashion blog