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The Price Of Power

Author: Miss Allyy
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-03 08:06:22

Zara Milli Lane didn’t sleep.

She watched the city burn beneath her penthouse window—the night swallowing the skyline in silence. She had Delphine’s blood on her hands, her father unconscious in the guest room, and Alec asleep in her bed.

And still, her mind raced.

Zara Lane was no longer a name.

It was a warning.

But warnings made people desperate.

And desperation brought enemies.

She turned from the window and slid into the shadows of her office, barefoot and bare-skinned beneath Alec’s oversized shirt. She opened the encrypted files sent from Alec’s private server hours ago.

Inside: financial leaks, competitor tracking, and a list of Delphine’s silent partners.

And at the very top: Marissa Crane.

An old name. A rival designer. And worse—Alec’s ex.

The one who disappeared after her brand collapsed years ago.

And apparently… returned.

With vengeance.

⸻

By morning, Zara was back at the studio, lips stained dark red, heels as sharp as daggers. Her team swarmed her like bees, swiping cr
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