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Beneath Every Stitch

Author: Miss Allyy
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-04 04:31:50

Zara Milli Lane didn’t believe in superstition, but if she did, today would have been cursed from the start.

She had barely made it past the lobby of the Blackwell Tower when she was greeted by the piercing sound of clacking heels. Not just any heels—Louboutin stilettos, the kind that screamed blood-red danger. The same pair Marissa Hart used to wear like they were made for stepping on throats.

Alec’s ex.

The woman standing in front of her now was less fashion influencer and more power-wielding, scent-layered cobra in couture. Her eyes were lined sharp with cruelty, her smile all teeth and poison.

“I always wondered what kind of woman could wear knock-offs and still think she belonged here,” Marissa said sweetly.

Zara didn’t blink. “I always wondered what kind of woman couldn’t keep a man despite owning half the labels in Paris.”

The air around them crackled with the kind of tension only rivals could generate—one born of scars and shared men.

Before either of them could escalate it to
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    Zara Milli Lane wasn’t just awake—she was alive in a way she hadn’t been in years.The new collection, Bound by War, wasn’t just a fashion statement—it was a declaration. Each thread, each sketch, each molten line of fabric was dipped in vengeance. She was going to weaponize her pain, stitch it into silk and steel, and make sure Juliette choked on the very gowns she once mocked.Alec leaned against the doorway, watching her with that particular hunger in his eyes. He hadn’t slept. Neither had she. And somehow, the insomnia felt like a ritual now. A prelude to the chaos they were about to unleash.“She won’t see it coming,” he murmured.“She’ll feel it in her bones,” Zara replied without looking up from the sketch she was pinning to the wall. “This line isn’t for the masses. It’s for war. It’s for women who’ve bled and still wear heels.”Alec stepped in, his voice a velvet rasp. “And you’re the Queen of them all.”Zara turned to face him. She was still in her paint-stained robe, hair w

  • Masked By Millions    Bed Of Blades

    The war began with a press release.ZARA MILLI LANE UNDER INVESTIGATION FOR INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY FRAUD.The headline flashed across every fashion blog, news site, and social feed within minutes. Zara’s heart pounded as she stared at the words on her screen, her phone already buzzing with calls from lawyers, agents, and her head designer sobbing into voicemail.“She leaked fake documents,” Zara muttered, pacing across the penthouse. “She created a digital trail.”Juliette Ashford’s revenge was brutal, public, and impossibly swift.Alec entered the room holding a steaming cup of coffee. “I’ve seen worse,” he said calmly. “We’ll dismantle it. But you need to stay silent—for now.”Zara whirled on him. “I’m not hiding behind press silence, Alec. She dragged my name through mud in front of the whole damn world.”“Exactly why you don’t respond emotionally.”She stalked toward him. “Do you even feel anything when this happens? Or is it all just another chessboard to you?”His jaw flexed. “Yo

  • Masked By Millions    The Queen Wears Red

    Zara Milli Lane didn’t realize she’d stopped breathing until Alec touched her wrist.“You’re freezing,” he murmured, his breath brushing her temple.She blinked at the grand ballroom now swarming with guests in sequins, velvet, and secrets. But none of them mattered. Not when Juliette Ashford stood just across the marble floor in a scarlet dress, sipping champagne and smiling like the Queen of Deception.Zara’s eyes didn’t leave Juliette’s for a second. The woman raised her glass in mock toast.“Why is she here?” Zara’s voice was low, venom-laced.Alec’s jaw tightened. “Because she wants war. And now she has it.”Zara’s palm curled at her side. She’d dressed to impress, not to battle an ex-mistress with a vendetta. Yet here she stood, dragged back into the depths of power plays and past lovers who never really left.“She’s the one who kidnapped my father,” Zara said, her voice cracking.Alec didn’t respond immediately. Then: “I know.”She spun toward him. “You knew?!”“Not until recen

  • Masked By Millions    Public Reckoning

    Zara Milli Lane stood on the edge of the Palais de la Lumière in Paris, her gaze fixed on the tumultuous crowd gathered in the square below. The city’s night sky was alive with neon and smoke, a living gallery of fractured hopes and roaring ambition. Tonight wasn’t merely another fashion launch; it was the moment every lie, every betrayal, every burning secret would be laid bare before an unsuspecting world.She wore a gown of midnight blue, its fabric a cascade of intricate lace and strategically placed metallic embellishments that caught every flicker of light. Yet for all its beauty, the dress was her battle armor—a symbol that she had risen from the ashes of every humiliation thrown her way. Every stitch, every thread, bore witness to the struggles of a girl who fought not just for survival, but for her rightful place in an empire built on blood, sweat, and uncompromising passion.Alec Blackwell arrived moments later. No longer the faceless billionaire in disguise, he stepped forw

  • Masked By Millions    The House He Never Left

    The sun hadn’t even risen, but Zara Milli Lane was already dressed in black.Not the soft blacks she wore during fashion week. Not the silky pieces that whispered rebellion on runways. No—this black was the shade of war. Tailored pants, sleeveless top, a sharp blazer. Her hair was pinned into a sleek coil, her lips bare. No distractions. No softness.She stood in front of the mirror, staring not at her face but at the steel behind her eyes.Behind her, Alec Blackwell leaned in the doorway of their penthouse suite, watching her like she might disappear. “You ready to do this?”Zara turned slowly. “I was born ready.”He stepped forward, tugging lightly at the collar of her jacket. “You don’t have to wear armor to fight, you know.”“Wrong,” she said. “This isn’t a fight. It’s a reckoning.”They descended together in the private elevator, hands brushing but not clasped. The air between them was thick with adrenaline, grief, and the ghost of her father’s absence. She hadn’t told Alec about

  • Masked By Millions    The Ruin She Wore Like Silk

    The rain lashed against the glass walls of the penthouse like it was trying to claw its way inside, but Alec Blackwell didn’t flinch. He sat back in the shadows of his private office—no suit, no mask, just sweat-slicked skin and the ghost of Zara’s touch still burning through him. Her lipstick stained his collar, and her teeth had marked his chest like a signature no contract could match.He wanted to keep her. But he also knew the world he was dragging her into was darker than anything she’d faced. And it was closing in.“Juliette knows,” Zara whispered from the sofa, where her bare back faced him, spine a ribbon of tension. Her dress lay discarded like a memory. Her phone buzzed on the table. Another anonymous message. Another veiled threat. “She’s behind it. The raid on my warehouse, the photos leaked to the press. She’s trying to destroy my label before it even launches.”Alec approached slowly. “She’s not going to win.”Zara’s laugh was bitter, broken. “She already is. Do you kno

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