Tangled In Velvet
Isolde Wrenleigh once had a promising future until an injury destroyed her ballet career and her half-sister, Vivienne, vanished under mysterious circumstances. Now, disguised under a false identity, Isolde infiltrates Velvet, a hidden elite club in Manhattan known for secrecy, seduction, and unspoken power.
What she doesn’t expect is Dorian Blackthorn.
A tech billionaire with a haunted past, Dorian secretly owns Velvet and controls everything within its walls. He lives by one rule: never get emotionally involved. But Isolde challenges that rule from the moment she enters curious, defiant, and hiding something even he can’t decode.
Drawn to each other in spite of the lies, their connection ignites into a dangerous, all-consuming romance. Dorian offers her pleasure, protection, and dominance but Isolde has come for answers, not affection. And the deeper she digs, the more Velvet’s polished façade begins to crack.
Behind the scenes, a darker operation is in motion missing women, encrypted files, and a conspiracy that reaches from club patrons to global power players. As enemies close in and betrayals shatter what little trust they’ve built, Isolde and Dorian must decide who to protect, what to sacrifice, and whether love is worth risking everything.
Tangled in Velvet is a high-octane, emotionally raw romance filled with explosive passion, unexpected twists, and secrets that could destroy them both. In a world where control is currency and trust is a weapon, love is the most dangerous gamble of all.
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 70 – The Final FileThe safehouse was a forgotten mansion in upstate New York, veiled in tall evergreens and drenched in fog. It smelled like cedar and rain and disuse except now it throbbed with a purpose that made the walls feel tight.In the drawing room, Isolde sat cross-legged on the rug, a steaming mug of tea beside her. The file case was open again spread with maps, dossiers, ledgers, and photos. Some faces had already gone public Wade, Chancellor Rey, tech magnate Vernon Myles. But most of the others hadn’t.The list was longer than she’d imagined. Deeper. Dirtier.Across from her, Dorian sat in a leather armchair, sleeves rolled up, shirt unbuttoned to the third notch. His expression was carved in marble. Eyes unreadable.Vivienne hovered near the fireplace, barefoot in an old sweater, flipping through a file that bore her own name on the spine.Penelope paced behind the desk, phone muted in her hand.“They’ll call this a conspiracy theory,” she said. “No matter how many documents we have.”Isol
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Chapter: Chapter 69 – Full CircleThe press was a wall.A dozen camera flashes detonated at once as the heavy velvet doors groaned open and Isolde stepped into the glare, Dorian at her side, their silhouettes framed like mythic ruin against the opulent rot behind them.The world was waiting.Reporters surged like a tide, microphones shoved forward with feral desperation.“Ms. Wrenleigh! Were you a victim or a spy?”“Dorian, did you lead Velvet’s criminal ring?”“Is it true the ‘Black File’ contains names from the Senate?”“Do you fear arrest?”“Who killed Wade?”Isolde’s breath caught in her chest as Dorian’s hand moved slightly just a touch to her back, grounding.She squared her shoulders.“We’re not answering questions here,” she said clearly, her voice carrying like a knife through chaos. “But we are ready to speak. In full. With names. With evidence.”The crowd rippled, murmured like stormwater.Penelope flanked them from the side, slick as ever in black leather and an expression like she could take down God.A s
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Chapter: Chapter 68 – The Mask AuctionThe envelope arrived with no knock, no courier. Just materialized beneath the door of Dorian Blackthorn’s penthouse like a whispered dare.Isolde saw it first as a rectangle of matte black vellum, no return mark, no seal. Just one word in silver ink, lettered by hand: Tonight.Dorian knelt to pick it up, his expression unreadable. “This handwriting,” he murmured. “It’s him.”Isolde’s voice was cool. “The Host.”He nodded, lips pressed thin. “And this ” He opened the envelope. Inside: two cards. Black on black, etched with subtle ink that only revealed itself under the chandelier’s glow.Each bore a symbol: a fox, and a raven.Isolde’s breath hitched. “The Mask Auction.”She’d only heard rumors of Velvet's most elite ritual. Not open to every member. Only the ones who had something to sell… or something to buy that couldn’t be spoken aloud.Dorian turned both cards over. On the back, one line each:RAVEN – Entrance at 23:45 | Museum of Modern Art (Closed Level)FOX – No phones. No weap
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Chapter: Chapter 67 – Dorian Returns to the BoardroomThe air was too still in the glass-walled penthouse on Madison Avenue.From the thirty-seventh floor, the city looked like a jewel box cracked open with sharp light, glittering wealth, and silent ambition. Inside the boardroom, there was no laughter. Only the soft click of expensive watches beneath tailored sleeves, the gentle slide of dossiers across a black marble table, and the expectation of blood.Dorian Blackthorn stepped through the doors like a ghost resurrected.His suit was obsidian black, as though mourning what Velvet had become. A subtle tie pin his only adornment held the shape of a fractured key. Behind him, the doors sealed with a whisper. No one stood. No one clapped. They’d already counted him out.“You’re late,” murmured Chancellor Avery Vale, crossing her legs with glacial ease. Her voice always sounded like it was dipped in gin and contempt. “Most people don’t return to the ruins they helped burn.”Dorian didn’t smile. “I built it. I decide what gets buried.”Isol
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Chapter: Chapter 66 – One Last GameRain streaked down the windows of the taxi as it cut through the Lower East Side. Isolde sat in the back, drenched, her hands trembling against her knees. The glow of her phone screen showed the photo again. Her flat. Her window. Lights on. No damage.But she hadn’t left the lights on.She hadn’t been there since the deposition.“Faster,” she told the driver, her voice sharper than she intended.The man nodded, muttered something in Spanish, and turned down a narrow side street to avoid traffic. Isolde’s reflection in the window looked foreign hair soaked to her scalp, mascara smudged beneath her eyes like bruises.When the cab finally stopped, she bolted out without waiting for change. Rain washed down her spine as she sprinted across the sidewalk and up the stairs two at a time. Her building was quiet, eerily so.She paused at her door.No visible damage. No sign of a break-in.She slid the key into the lock slowly.It turned too easily.The bolt hadn’t been engaged.She stepped ins
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Chapter: Chapter 65 – False AccusationThe lights in Isolde’s apartment blinked just once.It was so quick she almost missed it. A subtle flicker in the overhead filament bulb that made the shadows lurch against the plaster wall. She froze mid-step, holding a mug of untouched tea, heart pinched tight.Something was wrong.She set the cup down slowly, eyes darting to the corner desk where her laptop had been running silent background decryption on the Velvet blackbox server. The screen had gone dark.She approached. Tapped the spacebar. Nothing. She pressed again harder this time.The machine jolted to life, but the desktop was… empty.Gone were the folders: “Vivienne Recordings,” “Stage 7 Tapes,” “Internal Archive.” Even her dummy shell accounts were wiped. A blinking terminal window remained open in the bottom corner, as if to mock her.ACCESS: REVOKEDSESSION TERMINATED. TRACE LEVEL: 9PROTOCOL: SANDGLASS ENGAGEDA slow, crawling chill climbed her spine.Sandglass wasn’t her protocol. It was Penelope’s.“Bitch,” Isolde w
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Crave Me,Kill Me
Aria Quinn has spent years hiding from a truth that nearly destroyed her one night, one death, one secret. Now, with a new name and a second chance, she’s clawed her way into New York City’s elite creative scene. Her latest project? Rebranding the crown jewel of Vale Corp, a global empire ruled by wealth, ruthlessness, and the one man she never saw coming.
Cassian Vale is a billionaire heir with ice in his veins and a legacy he never asked for. Groomed to protect the family name at all costs, Cassian has buried every emotion, every weakness until Aria storms into his world and ignites a fire he’s no longer able to contain.
As they fall into a relationship fueled by lust, obsession, and need, Aria and Cassian begin unraveling each other’s secrets. But their connection is more than forbidden it’s dangerous. Because the more Cassian investigates his family’s past, the more he realizes Aria was never a coincidence. She’s the key to everything. And someone will do anything to silence her… even if it means killing them both.
In a city of shadows, seduction, and power, love isn’t safe. It’s a war.
And only one of them might survive it.
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 130: After the FireThe rooftop was cracked concrete and old satellite wires, a remnant from a time when Eden still fed the skies with its whispers.Now, it was just elevation.A place above.A place away.Aria sat cross-legged on the edge, boots abandoned beside her, knees bare to the cold. The wind played with the loose ends of her jacket. Her hair whipped across her mouth and she didn’t fix it.Cassian approached from the stairwell, two mugs in hand black coffee, no sugar, just heat.He handed her one without speaking.She accepted it with a small nod.They watched the city breathe beneath them.It didn’t feel like victory.It felt like quiet.Aria took a sip. “Did you ever think we’d get here?”Cassian sat beside her, his knee touching hers. “I didn’t think we were allowed to.”She glanced sideways. “And now?”He looked out over the sprawl of fractured glass and rebuilding scaffolds, the lights blinking in uncertain cadence.“Now I think we made it impossible not to.”She smiled.Not the kind that sh
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Chapter: Chapter 129: The Door Left AjarThe new council chamber was brighter.Open-roofed, with no walls just glass, sky, and risk.It was designed to reflect transparency.It still reeked of legacy.Aria stood alone at the center dais, her hair windblown, a thin slash of light across her cheek. She wore no sigil. No colors. Just charcoal and skin and shadow.The circle of seats around her buzzed with nervous anticipation.They wanted to crown her again.But they wouldn’t say that word.They used titles instead.“Strategic Civic Anchor.”“Oversight Moderator.”“Permanent Public Balance.”They offered her the seat.The lifetime vote.The power to ratify or veto every public decision from here forward.Cassian stood in the shadows behind the glass wall.Watching.Aria stepped to the seat.Ran her fingers along its edge.Then looked up.“Do you know what the system feared most?” she asked.The room stilled.She turned in a slow circle.“It wasn’t rebellion. Not collapse. Not even death.”“It feared choice.”She stepped back.H
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Chapter: Chapter 128: Chaos KeptThe file appeared at 03:42 AM.No signature.No demand.Just a single line embedded in its metadata:You never looked behind your own name.Aria woke in a cold sweat.Cassian was still asleep beside her, bare chest rising slow beneath the sheet, one hand curled toward her as if even in sleep he knew the distance mattered.She didn’t wake him.She slid from the bed, padded barefoot to the terminal console embedded in the studio wall.The file loaded silently.A data tree unfolded across the screen branches of her identity fractured into sub-sectors: EDEN registration history, legacy code imprints, bloodline clearance.At first, it looked like a glitch.Then she saw it.A restricted lineage marker sealed under her maternal records. Accessed only once, twenty-two years ago.The date of her first silencing.She tapped the encryption field. It flickered.Unlocked.The screen blinked once.And then, clean across the top line of her birth archive, the words appeared:BIOFATHER: LYRA GRANT.S
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Chapter: Chapter 127: A New CovenantThe council chamber was no longer underground.After the collapse, they’d rebuilt it in the glass atrium above the city the highest point in the sector, where no secrets could be buried and nothing could be hidden.Aria walked in alone.No escort.No advisors.Just skin and silk and intent.Cassian waited near the east arch, eyes tracking her every step. He wasn’t here as muscle. He wasn’t here as lover. He was here because she chose him to witness.Aria reached the podium.She didn’t stand behind it.She stepped in front.Microphones buzzed. Screens flickered. Every citizen had access to the broadcast.She didn’t clear her throat.She simply said:“I will not lead you.”Silence cracked through the chamber.“I will not offer structure.”“I will not hold your hand through grief, or hope, or history.”She looked directly into the camera now.“But I will give you what Eden never did.”Her hand lifted a slate. Thin. Matte black.No system logo.Just three words burned into the surface:No
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Chapter: Chapter 126: CommitmentThe gallery was hidden below the old spine of the city four floors beneath the transit line, where Eden once stored biometric renderings of high-risk emotional deviants.Now, it held art.Not pretty things.Wounds.Cassian walked in first, jacket abandoned, shirt open, jaw still bruised from a prior riot no one spoke about. Aria followed, barefoot, hair unbound, dress a simple slip of crimson silk. She carried nothing.They didn’t speak.They didn’t need to.The room knew who they were.Projections flickered across the broken-glass floor images pulled from the archive Cassian nearly burned. Not propaganda. Not edits.Truth.Aria, age nineteen, trembling on a hospital gurney after her first emotional suppression.Cassian, twenty-two, staring at a wall as his brother was dragged from his father’s home in silence.Moments no one was supposed to see.Aria stepped onto the glass.The image beneath her feet shifted her own face, backlit by data haze, eyes red with unshed memory.Cassian joi
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Chapter: Chapter 125: Phoenix MomentThe ceremony was her idea.No council vote.No formal decree.Just a private time, leaked publicly. A location posted without fanfare.And still thousands came.They stood at the edge of the river where Eden’s emotional override towers once rose like teeth from the shore. Now they were gone. The stone path remained cracked, overgrown, but walkable.Cassian watched from the crowd as Aria emerged, draped in charcoal silk, no jewelry, no podium.She walked alone.And carried only one thing:A bundle of ashes wrapped in stained linen.Nova stood to her left.Ivo to her right.But it was Aria who stepped forward.And knelt.She opened the cloth.Revealing Reza’s ashes.Nova’s sister.The voice Eden tried to erase completely.Aria didn’t speak right away. She ran her fingers through the ash like it might remember her skin.Then she lifted her chin.And faced the crowd.“Not everyone who was silenced got to scream,” she said, voice steady.She reached into the cloth again.“Not everyone who
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