MasukThere is a specific kind of alone that has nothing to do with the number of people surrounding you.I am standing in the center of a room with two hundred people in it, and I have never been more alone in my life.The noise around me is enormous — voices layering on each other, the crackle of speculation and judgment and the specific gleeful energy of people watching someone they considered above them fall below — and underneath all of it runs the quieter, more devastating current: they've decided. Every person in this room made up their mind in the thirty seconds after the necklace emerged, and the trial happening right now is not one I was summoned to. It's one that already concluded before I said a word.
The room doesn't process this quietly.It couldn't, not with these names, not with this crowd. Mia Stone is the most famous actress in the country. Allie Brooks is the woman who married Liam Hart at twenty and has been a source of industry fascination ever since. Two hundred people who read every industry publication, who know every rumor that has ever circulated about both of them, who have spent months speculating about the history between Mia and Liam — these two hundred people have just been told that the two women at the center of that story are the prime suspects in the theft of a fourteen-million-dollar gem.The math of gossip is immediate and brutal. The room doesn't need to deliberate. It simply begins.
The room is completely different with two hundred people in it.The same walls, the same angled ceiling fixtures, the same crystal elements built into the corners — but what felt strange and slightly off when I was alone becomes theatrical with an audience. The light plays differently against so many bodies, catching fabric and jewelry and the whites of expectant eyes. The space smells like perfume and champagne and the specific, charged energy of people who have been promised something extraordinary and are positioned to receive it.The guide stands at the front, remote in hand, looking exactly like a man about to deliver the final act of a very expensive evening.
I planned to avoid her.The plan lasted approximately forty-five seconds after I reached the second floor.I hear the click of heels before I see her, and by the time Mia Stone appears in the corridor I've already turned toward the door of the empty room I accidentally wandered into. I'm moving. I'm leaving. I have every intention of making this easy for both of us."Stop."The word lands with enough authority that my feet actually obey it before my brain weighs in. I stop. I turn. I look at her and she looks at me and the hallway between us is small and the November cold f
George catches Mia's wrist.Not roughly. Not dramatically. The clean, certain grip of someone who has been doing this for years and is done watching it go too far."Mia." His voice is different from anything I've heard from him before. The composure is still there, but beneath it something has shifted — something that is not professional, is not gentle, is a person reaching the exact bottom of what he's willing to overlook for the sake of someone he loves. "If this continues, go back to LA."He releases her arm.Mia Stone stares at him.
Mia Stone doesn't follow me into the elevator.I know because I watch the door close and my own reflection watch me back, and then the floors tick upward and the lobby disappears. I let out a slow breath.She's a top-tier client at Smith & Co. Of course she's here. George's building is her building in every practical sense — her team occupies three floors, her face is in half the campaigns on the lobby wall. There's nothing strange about her arrival.Except for the look.I file it away. I'm good at filing things.
Allie watched as Liam leaned in closer. His warm breath brushed against her ear, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine.Her voice trembled as she closed her eyes tightly. “Stop it, Liam! Get away from me! Just leave me alone!”Liam smirked, his amusement barely concealed. He was deliberately
Vivian Brooks put her phone away, a sly smile lingering on her lips.Scarlett Renwick folded her arms, her tone cold. "You should delete that picture."Vivian raised an eyebrow. "Why? Don’t tell me you’re going to involve yourself in Allison’s life now."Scarlett's voice hardened. "I can’t ignore w
The early stages of filming had gone smoothly, with everyone energized and optimistic about the progress. However, the tension on set was palpable as they prepared for the climactic scene.It was Allison "Allie" Brooks’ turn to perform her most challenging shot yet. The script called for her charac
Allie Brooks stirred awake to the sound of Liam Hart’s deep voice. He had just stepped out of the bathroom, freshly showered, and was buttoning up his crisp shirt. His hair glistened with droplets of water, and he exuded a calm confidence that made Allie’s stomach churn with mixed emotions.With a







