The man’s ragged cry shattered the ballroom.“They’re coming!”A hush swept the hall, every head turning.Austin’s voice cut through the tension, steady as steel. “And who exactly are they?” His eyes narrowed, cool and commanding. “And more importantly… who are you, sir?”The man swayed, laughter bubbling up wild and broken. His torn tuxedo hung off his shoulders as he bent in a mocking bow.“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he sneered, before collapsing into a fit of manic laughter.Gasps rippled through the crowd.Lucy’s fingers dug into Austin’s arm. “This isn’t madness,” she whispered, her voice sharp. “It’s a message.”Austin’s gaze remained fixed on the stranger, unreadable, but his jaw tightened ever so slightly.Gasps ripped through the ballroom. A woman screamed. The orchestra fell silent, bows frozen midair. Glasses clinked against the marble as hands shook.Lucy’s heart slammed in her chest. Austin’s arm tightened protectively around her, his body shifting between her and the ma
“You shouldn’t be looking at her,” Lucy murmured, her voice laced with warning, though her steps never faltered.Austin’s gaze flicked back to hers, dark and unreadable. “I wasn’t. I was looking through her.”“Make sure she knows that,” Lucy whispered, her nails grazing the back of his neck as he spun her. “I don’t like sharing my spotlight.”Austin’s jaw flexed. “You never have to. You’ve already eclipsed her.”But as the dance tightened, Ella moved. Like a shadow, she slipped through the crowd, her silk gown whispering across the marble. With every step, her smile widened, calculated, rehearsed.Lucy noticed first. “She’s coming.”Austin’s lips twitched. “Let her.”Ella stopped at the edge of the dance floor, her voice slicing clean through the music.“Careful, darling,” she purred, echoing her earlier words but louder this time, loud enough for nearby guests to hear. “Spotlights are fickle things. One minute, they’re yours… the next, they burn you alive.”The music faltered as whis
Lucy finished her speech and descended the steps with a poise that belied the storm inside her. Cameras flashed like lightning, voices buzzed like a hive, but the moment she reached Austin, the noise dulled.“You’re trembling,” Austin murmured, his hand closing over hers, steady, grounding, yet burning hot against her skin. His eyes searched hers, not with doubt, but with a pride so fierce it made her breath hitch.Lucy tilted her chin, her lips grazing his ear as she whispered, “I’m not shaking. I’m vibrating.”Austin’s brows lifted, caught off guard by the husky confidence in her tone. “From nerves or victory?”Her crimson mouth curved, slow, deliberate. “Not nerves, Austin. Power. It’s in my bloodline, the Bennett dynasty built it over generations, and now, as a DiMarco, it’s doubled. Tonight they didn’t just applaud me, they remembered I carry two empires in my veins. And no one in this city dares forget that.”For the briefest heartbeat, his steady composure cracked. A low chuckl
For a long, suspended beat, the ballroom did not breathe.Then the applause came, soft at first, scattered, hesitant. But it built quickly, rolling like thunder through the golden hall until the walls themselves seemed to hum with it. Champagne flutes chimed against each other as hands clapped harder, louder. A few voices even broke into cheers.“Lucy! Lucy DiMarco!” someone called from the back, sparking a ripple of laughter and raised glasses.Lucy froze for half a heartbeat under the storm of attention, the crimson silk of her gown catching the chandeliers like fire. Her eyes flicked toward Austin, searching, questioning, but he only watched her with that steady, unshakable gaze that pinned her in place.And suddenly, she understood.This wasn’t just about her. It was about both of them. About the empire standing behind their names, and the unity no enemy could fracture.With a soft breath, Lucy let her lips curve into a smile. Not the polite one she had practiced for countless boa
“You saved me tonight, Lucy,” Austin murmured, his voice low, intimate, heavy enough to crush the air between them. His hand tightened over hers, thumb brushing slow, deliberate strokes across her knuckles, as if grounding himself in her touch. “Do you have any idea how rare that is? For me to admit I couldn’t have done it alone?”Her lips curved faintly, though her eyes shimmered with something sharper, more dangerous. “Then admit it,” she whispered, her voice carrying a quiet challenge. “Say you would’ve failed without me.”Austin’s jaw flexed, his chest rising sharply. The words caught in his throat, fighting with the iron pride that had built his empire. His gaze locked on hers, dark, unflinching, and for a moment it looked like he might actually say it.But instead, his voice dropped, rough, unfinished. “You have no idea what you just did to me.” His fingers tightened, his tone burning with frustration and desire, as if the confession he *wouldn’t* make was tearing him apart insi
The boardroom sat in stunned silence. Then Ella’s laugh broke it, soft, sharp, laced with mockery.And Lucy? She didn’t blink. Her lips curved faintly, dangerous and knowing.“Seventy-two hours,” she whispered, her eyes locked on Austin’s. “Then let’s see who survives.”Before anyone could process her words, Lucy straightened, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor as she stepped toward the head of the table. The silence that followed was no accident, it was commanded.“Listen to me,” she said, her tone slicing through the tension like a blade. “We don’t have the luxury of panic. Every second we waste here, they’re stripping us bare.”Executives shifted uneasily, their murmurs stilled by the sharp authority threading her words.“Security,” Lucy snapped, eyes flashing to the guards near the door. “Seal this floor. Nobody leaves, nobody enters without clearance.”The guards moved instantly, locking down the exits.“IT team,” she continued, voice firm, relentless, “you’re