Alex's hand remained steady against my back as he guided me through the crowd, his touch burning through the thin fabric of my dress. We moved past clusters of guests, their conversations a blur of praise and speculation, until we reached a quieter corner near the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city."Here," he said, signaling a waiter who appeared instantly with champagne. "Away from the noise."I accepted the glass, hyperaware of how his fingers brushed mine during the exchange. The city lights twinkled below us, but I could barely focus on anything except the magnetic pull of the man beside me."To taking risks," Alex said, raising his glass. His dark eyes held mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. "And to the woman bold enough to make them pay off.""To the gallery," I countered, trying to keep things professional even as my pulse hammered against my throat."No." His voice was firm, commanding. "To you, Isabella. Tonight proved something I already suspected.
As we found seats in a quiet corner of the lobby, I couldn't shake the feeling that this conversation was going to be about much more than security protocols.And I was beginning to understand that in the world of the Walton twins, nothing was ever as simple as it seemed.---Three hours later, I stood in front of my hotel room mirror, smoothing down the black cocktail dress I'd chosen for tonight's preview. The conversation with Leo had been uncomfortable, filled with questions about my background that felt more like an interrogation than standard security protocol. Austin's presence had made it worse, turning what should have been routine into a territorial display.I'd had to cancel dinner with both twins, claiming I needed time to prepare for the evening. The disappointment in their voices had been unmistakable, and I still felt the weight of it settling in my chest.My phone buzzed. A text from Nora: *Break a leg tonight. Remember, you earned this.*I took a deep breath, grabbing
~ Isabella POV ~The coffee shop three blocks from my hotel had become my temporary office, my sanctuary in a city that still felt foreign despite my best efforts to claim it. I'd been there since seven that morning, my laptop open to emails from artists, vendors, and critics, but my mind kept drifting back to yesterday's meeting at the gallery.Specifically, to the way Alex Walton had looked at me like I was a puzzle he wanted to solve. And the way Austin had smiled when he called me gifted."You're doing it again," Nora said, sliding into the seat across from me with her own coffee. She'd been staying at my hotel, claiming she didn't trust me alone in the big city, but I knew she was worried about more than just my navigation skills."Doing what?""That thing where you replay conversations in your head until you've analyzed every word to death." She stirred sugar into her cup with more force than necessary. "It's not healthy, Bella.""I'm just trying to understand the dynamic," I sa
"Someone safer."The admission hit me like a punch to the chest. Safe. God, I was so tired of being safe, of second-guessing every instinct, of letting fear make my choices."I'm many things," I said, meeting his gaze directly. "But safe isn't one of them."His smile this time was different, sharper. Predatory."Good," he said. "Safe is boring."Behind me, I heard Nora mutter something under her breath, but I couldn't focus on anything except the man in front of me and the way he was looking at me like I was the most interesting thing he'd seen in years.This was dangerous. He was dangerous. Everything about this situation screamed warning, from the way my pulse was racing to the heat pooling low in my stomach.But as Alex Walton handed back the photograph and our fingers brushed again, all I could think was that maybe dangerous was exactly what I needed.Maybe safe had been my problem all along."Isabella!" The voice came from across the gallery, warm and melodic, completely differe
~ Isabella POV ~The taxi lurched to a stop in front of the Walton Gallery, and my stomach clenched so hard I had to press my hand against it to keep from doubling over. Through the rain-streaked window, the building rose like a monument to everything I'd never been able to touch, sleek glass and steel reaching toward a gray Manhattan sky."This is it, right?" The driver's voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. "The fancy art place?""Yeah." My voice came out smaller than I'd intended. "This is it."Nora grabbed my wrist from the seat beside me, her fingers warm and grounding. "Breathe, Bella. You've got this."I wanted to believe her. God, I wanted to believe her so badly it hurt. But sitting here, staring up at the Walton name etched in elegant letters across the building's facade, all I could think about was everything that had gone wrong in Chicago. The whispers. The accusations. The way former colleagues had stopped returning my calls."I shouldn't have come," I whispered."Lik
Chapter 1: The Walton Legacy~ Alex POV ~ The marble floors of the Walton Gallery gleamed under the afternoon light, each surface reflecting my own image back at me in fragments. I stood in the center of what would soon be New York's newest luxury art space, watching my twin brother Austin adjust a spotlight for the third time."It's perfect," I called out, my voice echoing off the pristine white walls. "Stop fussing with it."Austin shot me a look over his shoulder, that easy grin already spreading across his face. "Says the man who made me move that Rothko six inches to the left this morning.""That was different. The lighting was wrong." I checked my watch. Forty-eight hours until the preview night that would make or break our family's latest venture. My chest tightened at the thought."Alex." Austin's voice had shifted, losing its teasing edge. "We've got this. The gallery's going to be incredible."I wanted to believe him. Austin had always been the optimist between us, the one