LOGINSteam curled beneath the bathroom door, rolling into the master suite in soft waves. Adrian was still in the shower, the low rumble of water against tile echoing like a private storm. Luna moved quietly through the penthouse, barefoot, hair tied up, heart racing in a way no spotlight, no crowd, no performance had ever made it race.
Her hands trembled, but not from fear. From anticipation. From love. From the kind of life-shifting moment she had never dared to picture for herself.The dining table was already set.She had spent the last hour preparing everything Adrian adored, grilled lamb seasoned exactly the way he liked it, garlic butter prawns, roasted baby potatoes, sautéed vegetables, warm baked bread, and a rich red wine breathing beside the centerpiece. It looked like a feast meant for royalty.Because it was, and in the center of the table, between the plates, positioned exactly where his eyes would land first wad a small white box wrapped in silverSebastian Hart’s gaze didn’t waver, not once. It was the same calm, piercing look that had once undone her completely, the same eyes that could see through every carefully constructed wall she had built over seven long years.“Someone is framing me,” Valerie whispered, her voice tight, brittle, yet sharp enough to cut glass.Hart’s jaw tightened. “Framing you?” His voice dropped, serious, low, dangerous. “Valerie, if anyone thinks they can touch you, they’re about to find out what that really means.”She stared at him, every nerve on fire. “You don’t get it. This isn’t just someone leaking rumors. This is a full-scale attack. On my empire. On me. On you, by proxy.”His lips twitched in that infuriating, half-smile. “On me?”“Yes, on you, too.” Her voice hit a growl. “Because this partnership? They expect us to crumble in the public eye, and if they succeed, it’ll be catastrophic.”Hart’s eyes darkened, the kind of storm that had made her knees go weak years ago. “Then we make them reg
Los Angeles woke up hungry.Hungry for gossip, for power shifts, and for the storm that exploded inside the Global Fashion Council the second Valerie Sinclair stepped into the private lounge and found Sebastian Hart waiting like fate had personally arranged the ambush.But by the next morning, the city would be hungrier still, because the news hadn’t leaked yet.Only a handful of the world’s most influential executives knew what seeped through Valerie’s veins as she stood in the mirrored elevator soaring toward the council’s upper floor:They had signed her. Without her knowledge. To him. The Eclipse Initiative, was set to be the biggest fashion × film collaboration in global history, and she was trapped in it, with Sebastian.Her assistant Mia stood beside her, clutching her tablet like a lifeline. “Valerie, you look like you’re about to...”“Burn the building down?” Valerie finished, voice ice-cold.“Yes. Also that.”The elevator chimed. Valerie stepped out, every inch of her postu
Los Angeles didn’t just shimmer at night. It strutted. It flaunted. It demanded to be seen. And tonight, it bowed, because Valerie Sinclair was back.The door, to the Ferrari Roma, opened, and the air shifted, not with sound, not with movement, but with silent recognition. Paparazzi didn’t dare flash cameras here; the Global Fashion Council’s annual summit was sacred ground, invitation-only, reputation-protected. But whispers still broke like sparks along the entrance as Valerie stepped out.Black velvet gown. Structured shoulders sharp enough to wound ego. Diamonds dripping down her spine like captured constellations. A face sculpted for magazine covers and boardroom victories.Valerie didn’t walk.She arrived.Two years ago she’d left the U.S. after annihilating every major fashion house in Paris, Milan, Tokyo, and Seoul. Two years of expansion, domination, and evolution. And now, finally, she was the youngest fashion billionaire in global history.Tonight wasn’t a return. It was a
The coastal air was crisp, carrying the scent of salt and sea spray as Luna stood beside the small wooden arch. The waves rolled against the shore rhythmically, echoing the rapid beat of her heart. The soft sand shifted beneath her feet, warm from the rising sun, and for the first time in months, she felt an unbroken sense of peace. She ran her hand over the slight curve of her belly, a gentle reminder of the life growing inside her, four tiny hearts she had yet to meet, four little reminders of everything she and Adrian had survived together.Adrian appeared beside her, sliding his hand into hers with effortless ease. His eyes darkened with quiet intensity as they met hers, the same gaze that had undressed her mind, body, and soul over countless nights, now softened with the knowledge of the family they had created.“You ready?” he asked, voice low, warm, husky.She smiled, her fingers tightening around his. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”There were no crowds. No flashing cameras. No hi
Steam curled beneath the bathroom door, rolling into the master suite in soft waves. Adrian was still in the shower, the low rumble of water against tile echoing like a private storm. Luna moved quietly through the penthouse, barefoot, hair tied up, heart racing in a way no spotlight, no crowd, no performance had ever made it race.Her hands trembled, but not from fear. From anticipation. From love. From the kind of life-shifting moment she had never dared to picture for herself.The dining table was already set.She had spent the last hour preparing everything Adrian adored, grilled lamb seasoned exactly the way he liked it, garlic butter prawns, roasted baby potatoes, sautéed vegetables, warm baked bread, and a rich red wine breathing beside the centerpiece. It looked like a feast meant for royalty.Because it was, and in the center of the table, between the plates, positioned exactly where his eyes would land first wad a small white box wrapped in silver
“When One Star Rises, Another Wakes”A month after Luna’s comeback concert, the world still hadn’t shut up about her. Clips of her performance dominated every platform, remixes, edits, slow-motion fan reels with captions like Queen Reborn and Phoenix Vocals Activated. Industry blogs called it the “revival of the decade.” Even the cynical trade magazines admitted it.Luna Reyes had become the unexpected axis of the entertainment world, but tonight wasn’t about the noise, it was about the ripples she created and who was watching.The charity gala was held in a skylit venue above Downtown LA, the kind of place where everyone pretended not to care about being seen while calculating angles for paparazzi shots. Luna stayed close to Adrian as they stepped inside, her hand loosely looped around his arm, his presence a steady anchor.People turned instantly. Conversations paused. Phones lifted.Adrian didn’t flinch. He never did. He simply adjusted his stance, subtly placing Luna slightly in f







