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Nocturne Of Queens

Penulis: Miss Allyy
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-22 08:17:12

The vault had one more secret.

Zara returned to it alone.

The industrial lighting buzzed overhead, flickering every few seconds like it couldn’t handle the voltage of what hid in the dark. The air was colder here, thicker, as if the sins inside had sucked the oxygen out.

She flipped through the files again, slower this time. Her fingers trembled over the photos—black-and-white surveillance shots from a private island off the coast of Greece. Men in masks. Models in chains. The branding.

VL.

Not Valerius Noir.

VantaLux.

A ghost company. Burned out years ago. Or so everyone thought.

But the receipts told a different story.

Zara turned the final page.

Her heart stopped.

It was a picture of Alec—barely twenty-one, eyes glassy, mouth bloodied, chained to a concrete chair in a dark room.

A stamp at the bottom corner read: Asset Delivered.

Another document, barely legible, was a signed transfer of ownership—from Bianca Renault to Valerius Noir.

Alec had been sold.

Zara fell back, breath catc
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  • Masked By Millions    Dressed In Fire

    Zara Milli Lane didn’t just walk into the show—she stormed in, dressed in a floor-length black satin gown cut dangerously high up her thigh, every inch of it molded to her like armor. Her heels clicked across the marble like a war drum as whispers followed her. The whispers turned to gasps when the spotlight hit her, and every camera in the room turned.Paris Fashion Week had bowed before her before, but never like this.The moment was hers. And she was going to use it.She passed Bianca Renault at the entrance, who looked up from her champagne flute and offered a smile too sweet to be anything but venom. Her glittering red gown shimmered like blood under the lights.“Darling,” Bianca cooed. “You’re brave to show your face.”Zara’s lips curled into a lethal smirk. “I wear my face better than most wear their lies.”Bianca’s eyes narrowed—but she didn’t respond. Not here. Not yet.Inside, the crowd was already abuzz. Alec hadn’t arrived. Neither had Juliette. But Valerius Noir’s presenc

  • Masked By Millions    The Velvet Guillotine

    The camera flashes went off like silent gunfire as Zara Milli Lane stepped onto the crimson-carpeted runway, her floor-length gown dripping in obsidian silk and slit to the thigh like a threat. Every inch of her presence was a declaration—of power, of rage, of survival. The dress had no zipper. It had vengeance stitched into its hem.Tonight wasn’t just about fashion.It was about reclaiming what was stolen.Behind the velvet curtains, Alec Blackwell watched her from the shadows, his jaw tight, fists clenched in his pockets. He hadn’t slept. Couldn’t. Not with Juliette whispering threats about Zara’s father’s whereabouts, and not with Valerius Noir leaking blackmail that could bury his legal empire in a heartbeat.Zara walked like she didn’t know that.But she did.Every move was calculated. Her look, her aura—it wasn’t just to sell fabric. It was to provoke a war.“Kill the lights right before she turns,” Zara had instructed her creative director earlier. “I want them to see me disap

  • Masked By Millions    Silk And Sabotage

    The vault beneath the Paris atelier was colder than she remembered.Zara Milli Lane’s heels echoed against polished marble as she moved past the reinforced doors Alec had once sworn didn’t exist. The air was thick with the scent of aged paper, old perfume, and gun oil. She could hear the silence bending around her, too quiet for a place holding secrets this heavy.Behind her, Jordan followed in his all-black suit, a pistol tucked beneath his tailored coat and his eyes trained on every shadow.“You’re sure about this?” he asked.Zara didn’t answer right away. Her gloved fingers brushed the frame of a photo—a faded Polaroid from the late ’90s. A fashion show in New York. A woman standing in front of the runway with red lips and a thousand-yard stare.Juliette Renault.“She was always two steps ahead,” Zara murmured, voice like steel. “But this time, I own the chessboard.”She moved to the next drawer, opened it, and pulled out a leather-bound portfolio labeled Client X. Inside were phot

  • Masked By Millions    Coffin Lies

    The morning after the fire didn’t begin with silence. It started with the roar of headlines.“Paris Inferno: Fashion Heiress Zara Lane Linked to Noir Resurgence!”“Bianca Renault Returns From the Dead—And She’s Not Alone.”“The Red Empire Burns: What Happens When Queens Go to War?”Zara stood in front of her penthouse windows, bare, coffee steaming in her hand, reading each headline with a calm that was more calculated than numb. The city didn’t understand it yet—but what they’d witnessed last night wasn’t chaos.It was a coronation.Alec emerged from the shower behind her, towel slung low, body still cut with tension from the night before.“They’re calling it a setup,” he said. “Some are accusing you of staging the fire.”Zara’s voice was low. “Good. Let them think I’m dangerous.”He moved closer, hands sliding around her waist. “You are dangerous.”“I’m necessary,” she corrected. “There’s a difference.”A soft knock interrupted them.It was Monroe, her lawyer and one-time secret fix

  • Masked By Millions    What Burned Never Left

    The darkness in Zara Milli Lane didn’t just surface—it unfurled like fire licking the edge of silk. She stood in the center of her Paris showroom, her heels sharp enough to kill, watching as her final sketches for the Fall Descent collection lit up the mirrored screens. This wasn’t just a collection. It was war, stitched in scandal, wrapped in silk, and soaked in vengeance.Across the room, Alec watched her like she was a live wire. He knew better than to interrupt when she was in this mode—unreachable, volcanic, magnificent.“You didn’t sleep again,” he said eventually.Zara lifted her gaze. “Sleeping is for people who aren’t being hunted by their ex’s mad mistress, sabotaged by a fashion council, and cleaning up human trafficking linked to their name.”Alec moved to her side. “We’re almost at the end of this.”Her eyes locked on his. “Are we?”Because beneath the polished layers of Alec Blackwell, she still felt the ripples of secrets—some too sharp, too recent, too unfinished.Befo

  • Masked By Millions    Nocturne Of Queens

    The vault had one more secret.Zara returned to it alone.The industrial lighting buzzed overhead, flickering every few seconds like it couldn’t handle the voltage of what hid in the dark. The air was colder here, thicker, as if the sins inside had sucked the oxygen out.She flipped through the files again, slower this time. Her fingers trembled over the photos—black-and-white surveillance shots from a private island off the coast of Greece. Men in masks. Models in chains. The branding.VL.Not Valerius Noir.VantaLux.A ghost company. Burned out years ago. Or so everyone thought.But the receipts told a different story.Zara turned the final page.Her heart stopped.It was a picture of Alec—barely twenty-one, eyes glassy, mouth bloodied, chained to a concrete chair in a dark room.A stamp at the bottom corner read: Asset Delivered.Another document, barely legible, was a signed transfer of ownership—from Bianca Renault to Valerius Noir.Alec had been sold.Zara fell back, breath catc

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