The morning the article dropped, the Croft Syndicate’s executive floor was eerily quiet. It was the kind of heavy, suffocating silence that preceded a hurricane, or in this case, the wrath of a billionaire whose possessive streak had just been violently provoked.

Nora Vance sat at her sleek mahogan

The fallout over the next forty-eight hours was brutally swift.

Chloe Sterling, despite having no formal title at the Croft Syndicate anymore, still wielded the vicious, polished weaponry of high society. She weaponized her country club whispers, her board member connections, and the leaked docume

The Laurent Gallery’s grand auction hall was a sea of velvet, crystal, and predatory wealth. Under the warm glow of the tiered chandeliers, the city’s elite mingled, sipping vintage champagne while eyeing the multi-million dollar assets that would soon cross the block.

Nora Vance stood near the ba