Stitching His Downfall: The Ghost Designer's Revenge
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When Vivian Hayes discovers her billionaire husband gifting her unreleased masterpiece gown to his mistress, she doesn’t shed a tear—she legally revokes his empire’s entire upcoming collection. For four years, Vivian was the secret genius behind Locke Luxury, while Harrison took the bows. Now, armed with ironclad copyright documents and a cutthroat lawyer, she’s dismantling his life stitch by stitch. He thought she was just his shadow. He’s about to find out she’s the entire sun.
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Chapter 1
The penthouse design studio of Locke Luxury was entirely silent, save for the rhythmic snip of Vivian Hayes’s fabric shears and the distant hum of Manhattan traffic twenty floors below. It was 2:00 AM. "Vivian, you need to go home," a voice called out softly from the doorway. Vivian didn't look up from the drafting table. Her fingers smoothed over a delicate swath of midnight-blue organza, her eyes calculating the precise bias cut required to make the fabric flow like liquid glass. "I can't, Maya. The fall collection goes into production in three weeks. The tech packs aren't finished, and the grading on the runway pieces is still a quarter-inch off on the bodice."Maya, the only junior assistant allowed on this highly restricted floor, walked in carrying two steaming cups of coffee. She set one down next to Vivian's meticulously organized tray of carbon-steel tools. "The grading is fine," Maya argued gently. "You're a perfectionist. Everyone knows Locke Luxury has the best fit in the industry.""They don't know it's because I stay up until two in the morning fixing the master patterns," Vivian replied, her tone perfectly even, devoid of any self-pity. It was simply a fact. She was the ghost. The secret engine running the multi-billion-dollar empire. "Which is exactly why you should be walking the runway at the end of the Paris show," Maya said, taking a sip of her coffee. "Not just sitting in the front row clapping for him. It's your genius, Vivian. Every single stitch."Vivian finally paused, the silver blades of her shears resting against the cutting mat. "Harrison is the face of the brand, Maya. He has the charisma. He has the legacy name. The press loves him. I prefer the shadows. The spotlight demands a certain kind of performance I have no interest in giving.""But it's your—""It's *our* brand," Vivian corrected, her voice cooling slightly. "My husband and I are a partnership. He sells the dream. I build it. Now, please, go home and get some sleep. I'll finish the logistics review."Maya sighed in defeat. "Alright. Goodnight, Vivian. Try not to work until sunrise.""No promises."When the heavy glass doors clicked shut, leaving Vivian entirely alone, she exhaled a long, measured breath. She reached for her phone, tapping the speed dial for Harrison. It rang three times before connecting. "Vivian, darling," Harrison Locke’s voice purred through the speaker. It was the same rich, hypnotic baritone that charmed Vogue editors and Wall Street investors alike. "It's dreadfully late in New York. Tell me you aren't still at the atelier."
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