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Chapter 16: The First Kiss

Author: Josh OA
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-19 13:54:16

POV: Lena Moretti

Going back to the Crane estate was Ezra's idea. A gala hosted by Victor for some arts foundation that the family used as a tax write-off. When Ezra told me we were attending, I thought he was joking. He wasn't. "Victor's house. Victor's guests. Victor's territory," he said. "And we walk in like we own it. That's the point."

The point was provocation. Show up on the enemy's ground, smile for the cameras, remind everyone that the stolen bride wasn't stolen at all. She chose. A
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