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The Dress That Ruined Everything
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2025-07-09 08:26:19
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Masked By Millions The Invitation Bleeds
The invitation arrived on blood-red parchment.Tied with a black ribbon, sealed with wax, and delivered by hand—slipped under Zara’s door like a threat in disguise.She opened it with careful fingers.You are cordially invited to the Juliette Blackwell Fall Legacy Show.Location: Confidential until RSVP.Date: Three days from now.Dress: Show us what you’re made of.There was no logo.No address.No contact.Just a QR code.And a challenge wrapped in velvet.Alec looked over her shoulder and let out a low, humorless laugh. “She’s putting you in the lion’s mouth.”Zara smiled slowly. “Then let’s bring knives.”—Juliette’s show wasn’t listed anywhere in Paris Fashion Week’s official program.That was the point.It wasn’t a showcase. It was a trap.And everyone who was someone wanted to fall into it.Influencers began posting cryptic teasers.Stylists canceled fittings with Zara’s team.Buyers grew cold.And then the real betrayal came.Dior pulled out of their partnership.Without warn
Masked By Millions Daggered In Silk
Zara didn’t breathe until the show ended.Not during the thunderous applause.Not when the final model walked the runway in the gown she’d redesigned from Juliette’s threat.Not even when Alec reached for her hand and pulled her into the spotlight like they’d been built for war.It was only when the lights dimmed, the curtains fell, and the cameras turned elsewhere that she let the breath escape her lips—jagged, shaky, laced with everything she couldn’t say out loud.“You did it,” Alec murmured behind her, his hand resting on the small of her back. “You burned them alive.”She turned to him, eyes still aflame. “We’re not done yet.”He smiled, slow and sharp. “No. We’re not.”The afterparty was held at a historic Parisian château-turned-private club. All marble columns, chandeliers, and hidden alcoves. The kind of place where secrets drank champagne and scandals dressed in Dior.Everyone who mattered was there.Designers. Editors. Investors. And Bianca Renault.Zara saw her across the
Masked By Millions Smoke In Her Veins
Zara didn’t sleep. Not after Juliette’s sudden appearance, not with Alec’s arm still warm around her waist like a question mark she couldn’t answer.She waited until his breathing shifted into something deep, soft, and trusting. Then she slipped from the sheets, silent as a ghost. Her bare feet kissed the cold marble floor as she moved through the penthouse, her body wrapped in Alec’s black silk shirt and her mind wrapped in war.Juliette didn’t come here by accident.The woman never did anything unless it set fire to someone’s kingdom.Zara padded to her home studio—what had once been Alec’s wine room and now housed sketches, fabric rolls, mannequins, and the growing chaos of a designer preparing for Paris Fashion Week.A single piece of crimson satin lay on the table, cut like a warning. She dragged her fingers along the edge, letting her thoughts spiral.Juliette had offered connections. Zara knew what that meant—dirty hands in cleaner gloves. Sponsors who whispered threats between
Masked By Millions Ashes Don’t Apologize
Juliette’s heels echoed through the penthouse like gunshots, each step a reminder of the chaos she carried like perfume. Zara closed the door slowly, fingers twitching by her side as she kept the stiletto hidden in her robe’s pocket.“I thought we were done,” Zara said.Juliette turned with that maddening smirk. “You thought wrong.”Alec’s voice came from behind, groggy but sharp. “What the hell is she doing here?”Juliette’s gaze flicked over him with bored disdain. “Don’t flatter yourself, Blackwell. I’m not here for you. I’m here for her.”She tossed the envelope onto the glass table. It landed with a loud thwack—a contract soaked in blood.Zara didn’t flinch. “What’s this?”“An agreement. Signed by your father in 1997. It gives me ownership of everything—should the ZML line ever go global.”Alec’s body tensed beside her. “That’s impossible.”Juliette shrugged, removing her gloves. “He used your mother’s name to sign the deal. I have witnesses. And now that you’ve announced the Eur
Masked By Millions Sharp Blades And minds
The atelier smelled like sawdust, hot metal, and ambition.Zara stood before a row of mannequins, their frames dressed in the bones of her latest collection—ZML Rebirth. But tonight, it wasn’t just fabric she stitched. It was revenge, woven in thread and blood.“This one,” she murmured, running her fingers along a silk slit exposing a geometric symbol, “goes on opening night. Right center of the catwalk.”Lucas squinted. “Zara, these runes—you’re still using them.”“I’m not just using them,” she replied. “I’m broadcasting them. My father left a code behind. These designs speak louder than any press release.”“Are you sure you want to go to war during Fashion Week?”Zara turned. “It’s the perfect stage. And the world’s watching.”Alec walked in from the side room, dressed in black, his eyes scanning her expression. He handed her a folded letter—sealed in wax.“From Bianca.”Zara opened it, her fingers steady. She read the message once, twice, and then again, before tossing it into the
Masked By Millions Shadows of The Past
The plane was nearly empty except for Zara, Alec, and the tight circle of trusted allies they’d brought along—Petra, Alec’s personal security chief, and Lucas, Zara’s top designer who had become her second-in-command. The hum of the engines matched the tension buzzing beneath Zara’s skin. Paris wasn’t just a city of lights; it was a labyrinth of secrets, and the one waiting for her was darker than any scandal or rival she’d faced.Alec sat beside her, fingers interlaced with hers, grounding her despite the storm of thoughts. “Are you sure about this?” he asked quietly.She met his gaze, fierce and unyielding. “I need to know the truth about the vault. About what my father was hiding… and why it’s tied to you.”His jaw tightened, and for a moment, the impenetrable billionaire flickered—vulnerable, human. Then he smiled, sharp as a blade. “Then let’s find it before someone else does.”⸻Paris greeted them with a cool drizzle, the kind that blurred edges and hid secrets beneath the cobbl
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