Chapter 10

The Croft Gallery smelled of expensive lilies, artisanal champagne, and desperate ambition.

Julian Croft stood near the entrance of the sprawling, ultra-modern space, a glass of vintage Dom Pérignon in his hand, projecting the image of a conqueror. The gallery walls were pristine, star

Chapter 11

For five agonizing seconds, the Croft Gallery was as silent as a tomb.

The city's most elite art collectors, critics, and socialites stared in stunned fascination at the tableau unfolding before them. Julian stood frozen in the spotlight, the velvet ring box still extended toward Chloe

Chapter 12

"You can't do that!" Julian screamed, his voice shattering in a panic. He lunged forward, gripping the edges of the podium so hard his knuckles turned white. "There’s a grace period! The contract stipulates a ninety-day grace period for repayment upon default! You can't just call it in!"