Morning sunlight filtered softly through the tall windows of the Carvers’ suite. Vienna looked peaceful from up here — the river glinting like liquid gold, the streets below calm and quiet. But inside, the atmosphere was anything but serene.Leo Carver stood by the window, his tie discarded, his phone buzzing endlessly on the coffee table. He hadn’t slept a wink. His mind was replaying every damn moment from last night.Draven Dusk.Aiden Cross.And his baby sister in the middle of both of them.Liana walked in quietly, barefoot, dressed in a soft cream robe, her hair tied up messily. “You’re up early,” she said, though her voice was gentle — cautious.Leo turned toward her slowly, eyes sharp. “We need to talk.”Her stomach dropped. “That bad, huh?”“Liana, what the hell were you thinking?”She crossed her arms, frowning slightly. “About what exactly?”He took a step closer. “You disappeared from my side, and when I found you again, you were outside with Draven Dusk — the man every in
Morning sunlight filtered softly through the tall windows of the Carvers’ suite. Vienna looked peaceful from up here — the river glinting like liquid gold, the streets below calm and quiet. But inside, the atmosphere was anything but serene.Leo Carver stood by the window, his tie discarded, his phone buzzing endlessly on the coffee table. He hadn’t slept a wink. His mind was replaying every damn moment from last night.Draven Dusk.Aiden Cross.And his baby sister in the middle of both of them.Liana walked in quietly, barefoot, dressed in a soft cream robe, her hair tied up messily. “You’re up early,” she said, though her voice was gentle — cautious.Leo turned toward her slowly, eyes sharp. “We need to talk.”Her stomach dropped. “That bad, huh?”“Liana, what the hell were you thinking?”She crossed her arms, frowning slightly. “About what exactly?”He took a step closer. “You disappeared from my side, and when I found you again, you were outside with Draven Dusk — the man every in
The morning after the fashion show was unusually quiet in the Carver mansion.Too quiet.Liana woke up late, sunlight already spilling through her curtains in golden sheets. Her body ached, her throat was dry, but her heart was still racing with the memory of last night — the lights, the applause, the breathtaking moment when her name had been chanted by the crowd.Her dream was finally real.Except… there had also been them.Aiden’s warmth.Draven’s intensity.Viktor’s unreadable gaze.The moment she remembered all three men standing in the same room, her stomach twisted. “Oh no,” she muttered into her pillow. “This is bad. This is very, very bad.”As if on cue, her phone buzzed with a message.> Cassian: Breakfast. Ten minutes. Study.Don’t be late.She groaned. “Great. The Carver Council has summoned me.”She dragged herself out of bed, threw on an oversized cream
The morning after the fashion show was unusually quiet in the Carver mansion.Too quiet.Liana woke up late, sunlight already spilling through her curtains in golden sheets. Her body ached, her throat was dry, but her heart was still racing with the memory of last night — the lights, the applause, the breathtaking moment when her name had been chanted by the crowd.Her dream was finally real.Except… there had also been them.Aiden’s warmth.Draven’s intensity.Viktor’s unreadable gaze.The moment she remembered all three men standing in the same room, her stomach twisted. “Oh no,” she muttered into her pillow. “This is bad. This is very, very bad.”As if on cue, her phone buzzed with a message.> Cassian: Breakfast. Ten minutes. Study.Don’t be late.She groaned. “Great. The Carver Council has summoned me.”She dragged herself out of bed, threw on an oversized cream
The night of the charity fashion show had finally arrived.The rooftop venue shimmered like something out of a dream — glass walls, golden lights, and the city skyline stretching endlessly beyond. Cameras flashed, music thumped softly in the background, and waiters glided between tables with trays of champagne. Every guest was either famous, powerful, or both.And right at the heart of it all stood Liana Carver, dressed in a gown of her own design — a flowing ivory dress embroidered with gold, delicate yet commanding. Her hair was styled in soft waves, her eyes glowing with quiet confidence.This was her night.But it was also, somehow, a battlefield.Because scattered across the glittering crowd were three men whose presence could light up — or burn down — her world.---The first to arrive was Aiden Cross, of course.He owned the red carpet effortlessly — every camera turned, every head followed. His black tux fit perfectly, his confidence smooth and magnetic. When he spotted Liana,
The following week was nothing short of madness.Liana’s name was still everywhere — from fashion blogs to entertainment headlines, from business pages to celebrity gossip sites. But this time, the narrative had started to shift, thanks to Aiden’s influence. The story wasn’t just Liana Carver, the billionaire’s sister anymore. It was Liana Carver, the young designer redefining elegance.She had spent the past few days in the studio she’d rented downtown, a large open space filled with sketches pinned on walls, rolls of fabric stacked neatly, and the hum of sewing machines filling the air. The smell of coffee and cotton blended strangely well — the scent of dreams turning into reality.Naomi had taken full control as her manager-slash-best-friend-slash-chaos-coordinator. “Okay!” she clapped her hands, walking into the room with her iPad. “We have three models confirmed for the charity show. Aiden’s PR team already reserved the venue — a rooftop overlooking the city skyline. And guess w