The morning sun filtered through the massive arched windows of the Laurent estate, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the quiet library. Serena sat in a high-backed leather chair, a cup of Earl Grey tea cooling on the mahogany desk in front of her. She was reviewing the latest quarterly proj

The sky over Paris broke open just past noon, mirroring the absolute devastation that had swallowed Julian Thorne.

What began as a heavy, oppressive mist quickly turned into a torrential downpour. The rain fell in sheets, washing over the wrought-iron gates of the Laurent estate, turning the grave

The rain hammered relentlessly against the nylon of Serena's umbrella, drowning out the sound of Julian's ragged breathing.

She stared at the leather folder in his trembling hands. Fifty-one percent of Thorne Luxuries. The company Julian had sacrificed their marriage for, the empire he had priorit