Chapter 6

The Crystal Ballroom of the St. Regis Hotel was a shimmering ocean of silk, diamonds, and calculated ambition. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the city’s architectural elite, illuminating the desperate networking that fueled the industry. A string quartet played a lively

Chapter 7

The morning light filtered through the tall, arched windows of the Kensington family home, casting long shadows across the antique Persian rugs. It was a classic, sprawling estate that had been in Sloane’s family for three generations. It was also the very property Declan Cross had secret

Chapter 8

By the time Declan returned home that evening, he looked like a man who had aged five years in a single afternoon. His tie was loosened, his jacket was draped haphazardly over his arm, and the manic energy of his morning panic had been replaced by a hollow, exhausted desperation.

Sloane