The morning light filtering into the shared office of *L’Aura* did nothing to warm the frigid tension in the room.

Clara sat at her desk, meticulously reviewing the inventory spreadsheets, while Simon paced like a caged animal behind her. His usual charismatic swagger h

After the hammer dropped, the silence in Victor’s penthouse was sudden and suffocating. The city lights of the skyline spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, sharp shadows across the minimalist furniture. Clara stood by the marble kitchen island, he

For three agonizing seconds, neither woman moved. The sprawling, luxurious lobby of the Sterling residential tower felt suddenly as small and suffocating as a closet.

Elise’s perfectly manicured eyebrows shot up toward her hairline. Her gaze flicked from Clara’s slig