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The House He Never Left
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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
Masked By Millions Silk, Smoke And War
Zara Milli Lane wasn’t sure if the tremble in her spine came from Alec calling her his wife in front of Manhattan’s most powerful board members—or from the fire it ignited across the city.Her name was now tethered to the Blackwell empire. Not as a temporary flame, but as a force.The boardroom’s icy tension still clung to her skin as she stepped into the elevator. Her thoughts spun faster than the rising floors, blood pounding with the aftershock of Alec’s declaration.The man had claimed her like war spoils.And now, every empire wanted a piece.Her phone buzzed.Private number. But she recognized the rhythm in the ring tone—calculated, malicious.She answered with the edge of her voice sharpened. “Say it and hang up.”A laugh slithered through the line. “I never took you for someone to bow to men, Zara.”“Lorrien.”“You think Blackwell’s kiss gives you armor? He’s made of shadows and skeletons.”“You should worry about your own closet, love. I know what’s hiding in yours.”The line
Masked By Millions Itching Closer To Madness
Zara Milli Lane had never worn a crown. But today, she wore something far more dangerous.Power.It draped across her skin like silk, humming beneath her new line of haute couture—a crimson gown sculpted to her curves, high slit, deep plunge, and a stitched-on vengeance that wrapped her in fire. Her own designs, handcrafted under moonlight and fury. Her brand—Milli—was about to debut at the De La Mère gala, and it wouldn’t just be fashion walking the runway.It would be war.The media buzzed with confusion. She’d been the scandal—the mistress, the gold-digger, the broke girl with a billionaire in her bed. But now? She was rebranding herself in real time.CEO. Survivor. Untouchable.She stood backstage at the iconic venue overlooking the bay, the wind curling around her figure like prophecy. Models wearing her collection slinked around in shimmering red, black, and silver. Zara’s assistant buzzed beside her, breathless.“They’re all here,” the girl whispered. “Fashion house execs. Roya
Masked By Millions The Bait
The silence in the penthouse was a living thing, curled between them like smoke from a lit match. Zara sat on the edge of the velvet chaise in Alec’s office, legs crossed, arms folded, while Alec paced—shirt sleeves rolled up, his jaw flexing with tension.“They used a ghost number routed through Belarus. Then rerouted again through Morocco. Whoever sent that message doesn’t want to be found,” Alec muttered, frustration bleeding through every syllable.Zara didn’t blink. “Then find them anyway.”He stopped. His eyes met hers. “We will.”“We?” she echoed. “Alec, this isn’t just about me anymore. My father’s been taken again, my brand’s being dragged online by accounts linked to Juliette, and my mother hasn’t answered my last three calls. You said you had this.”“I do. But you have to let me work.”“Work faster.”He stepped forward, closing the space between them. “Zara—”She stood up, chin lifted, fury dancing in her chest like gasoline near a flame. “I swear to God, if one more person
Masked By Millions The Dress That Ruined Everything
The morning headlines came with a slap, not a whisper.ZARA MILLI LANE: FROM STREET STYLE TO STOLEN DESIGNS?Zara’s phone buzzed nonstop on the table, vibrating like a trapped wasp, while Alec stood shirtless by the espresso machine, reading his own phone with a jaw clenched so tight it could crack marble.“Zara,” he said darkly, turning the screen toward her. “You need to see this.”The article was from Vanity Beat—a notorious tabloid that never missed a scandal, especially not when a billionaire’s name was attached. But this wasn’t just Alec’s world being dragged into the dirt.It was hers.A full exposé on ZML, complete with side-by-side comparisons of Zara’s latest “Urban Blush” collection and a line from a Paris-based designer named Vivienne René—who claimed Zara had stolen her sketches two years ago.Photos. Claims. A leak of “insider messages.” Even a video.“I never even heard of her,” Zara whispered. Her hands were trembling as she scrolled through the avalanche of filth. “Th
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