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Chapter Eleven
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2026-05-31 03:00:28I woke up to the sound of my phone going absolutely crazy.
I had unread emails and tons of text messages, all from the past twenty minutes.
I opened the earliest email first, trying to ignore the constant stream of text messages that were pouring in.
Hey Cashmere Crown Dance Team,
We are in desperate need of five new dancers ASAP. I am holding an emergency audition today at 2. Please send this to any friends you have in the industry so we can audition
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My mother may have known Don D’Caputo was going to die.That was the thought I could not escape as we left the bridal salon.Not the hidden camera. Not the watcher who had slipped through a service corridor. Not even the fact that someone had seen me in the dress I had chosen and sent the image to Luca like a taunt.My mother’s handwriting followed me.If Don dies, Kade wins.It did not say if Don disappears. It did not say if Don loses power or if Don is exposed or if Don makes a mistake. It said dies, as if death had been one of the possible outcomes she had already considered.Or feared.Or tried to stop.Brian sealed the laptop in a hard evidence case before we left Vesper & Veil. The dress I had chosen went into another garment bag handled by a security guard who looked very aware that Luca would ruin his bloodline if anything happened to it. Celeste Varrin stood by the front desk with her hands clasped too tightly, apologizing again and again until Beth finally told her apologie
The Billionaire's Showgirl One Hundred and Eighteen
My mother had a file in the enemy’s system.That was the part I could not make ordinary, no matter how long I stared at the laptop screen.Not my name.Not Luca’s.Not Don D’Caputo’s or Ronan Kade’s or one of the shell companies that had begun to feel like mold growing beneath every polished surface in New Zenith.Lena Vale.My mother, reduced to a folder label on a watcher’s laptop in the back room of a bridal salon where someone had chosen a dress for me, filmed me through a mirror, and left a note claiming she had betrayed a dead man.The room around me narrowed until all I could see was that file.LENA VALE — HALCYON DISCREPANCY.Beth’s hand found mine. “Do not faint.”“I’m not going to faint.”“You have the exact face of someone who is about to faint with dignity.”Luca stepped closer, his body angled between me and the laptop without fully blocking my view. I noticed the effort. Even now, even with fear making him sharp and silent, he stopped himself from erasing the thing in fr
The Billionaire's Showgirl One Hundred and Seventeen
The person watching me was still inside the building.That was the first thing I understood when Luca turned the phone toward Brian and the photograph filled the screen.Not across the street.Not hiding behind tinted glass in a car.Not somewhere far away with access to an old feed.Inside.The locked salon.The dress I had chosen still brushed against my legs, soft ivory layers shifting every time I breathed. A minute ago, I had felt like a bride for the first time. Not a symbol. Not bait. Not a woman dressed by someone else’s cruelty.A bride.Then the photo arrived.Much better.Two words beneath my stolen image, as if whoever watched me had opinions. As if my fear, my choice, my body in lace and silk were still theirs to appraise.Beth saw the message over my shoulder and went white.“Oh my God.”Luca’s hand closed around the phone so tightly I thought the glass might crack.
The Billionaire's Showgirl One Hundred and Sixteen
Luca tore the bridal suite apart without ever touching the camera.That was the most terrifying part.He did not rip the mirror from the wall. He did not smash the gold frame, though I could feel how badly he wanted to. He did not shout at Celeste Varrin until she cried, though she stood near the doorway with one hand at her throat and the expression of a woman watching her family’s polished reputation slide toward a cliff.He simply moved.One step to the left. One quiet order. One look at a vent, a seam, a ceiling tile, a decorative panel.And men obeyed.Brian’s team filled the room with silent efficiency. One guard covered the door. Another swept the hallway. A third spoke quietly into his sleeve from just outside the fitting suite. The salon’s soft music had been turned off, leaving only the hum of the lights and the faint rustle of plastic garment bags shifting in the air-conditioning.I stood behind a folding
The Billionaire's Showgirl One Hundred and Fifteen
I stood in a wedding dress I never chose, holding a threat about a mother I thought I understood.The bridal suite mirror was enormous.Cruel, really.It reflected every inch of the dress: the high lace collar, the long sleeves, the narrow waist, the pearl buttons marching down my spine like little sealed mouths. It made me look elegant. Expensive. Untouchable.It made me look like someone else.Beth stood behind me with the note in one hand and murder in her eyes.“Take it off,” she said.I looked down at the ivory paper again even though I already knew what it said.Your mother wore white the day she betrayed Don.The words did not feel like the other threats.The flowers had been ugly. The anonymous messages had been frightening. The stolen proposal photo had been violating.This was intimate.This reached back past Luca, past Euphoria, past every choice I had made as an adult, and pre
The Billionaire's Showgirl One Hundred and Fourteen
The wedding planning began with a dress fitting arranged by someone else.There were many things I had imagined about choosing a wedding dress.Beth crying dramatically in a boutique chair. Champagne I would only pretend to drink because bubbles made me sneeze. Maybe a saleswoman telling me I looked radiant while secretly praying I would not ask for something with pockets. Luca waiting somewhere far away because seeing the dress before the wedding was supposed to be bad luck, and our luck already needed medical attention.I had not imagined an appointment confirmation I never booked.I had definitely not imagined the note at the bottom.Please wear white.The penthouse went quiet after I read it aloud.Beth leaned over the back of my chair, eyes fixed on the screen. “That is officially the creepiest sentence ever sent by a bridal salon.”Luca took the phone from my hand.Not roughly.Not like before.But fa
The Billionaire's Showgirl Chapter One
I adjusted the rhinestones in my costume and reminded myself that rich people were human too.They laugh. They cry. They spend a thousand dollars an hour hiring a nobody Vegas showgirl like me for private performancesNo, not that kind of show.This was a scripted set our director reserved for hi
The Billionaire's Showgirl Chapter Five
It worked.Somehow, against all logic, it actually worked.Luca left the dressing room, and I went home after changing into my more comfortable clothes, taking two buses from the Cashmere Crown to my apartment on the north side of town. It wasn't much, but it was all I could afford when I first mo
The Billionaire's Showgirl Chapter Four
His body froze against mine."What did you say?" Luca's voice lost its silk and became steel. Every word came out precise and controlled, as every word was deciding my fate. I hooked my feet together behind him, keeping him close to me while I spoke. "I know what you did last night, Luca," I wh
The Billionaire's Showgirl Chapter Two
"Why is this girl on the ground?"Luca's voice lowered into something dark and lethal. He didn't raise his voice, and somehow that made it worse."Just like you, she's a buzz kill." The blonde-haired man was drunk. Even from the ground, I could smell the alcohol oozing off his skin. "So you did
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