LOGINETHAN’S POV The name stayed on my mind.Brahms.Isabella's response to when I asked also lingered.“Just someone from Paris.”Brahms.That must be the lover, the person whose name starts with the letter B.I turned to her direction. She had removed the earrings from earlier and held them loosely in her hand.I did not know why I noticed that.Her shoulders looked tired now. The composure she had maintained all evening was gone.There was something unguarded about her at that moment. Something I had not seen before. More like the particular exhaustion of someone who had been careful for a very long time.But my attention was not on her.It was on a single name.Brahms.I walked to her. The showroom had thinned out. A few staff members moved quietly between the displays, collecting glasses, dimming lights. No one paid attention to us. We were just two people standing in the same room.“Who is Brahms?” I asked.Isabella’s fingers tightened slightly around the earrings.It was subtle. A
ETHAN’S POVThe front doors opened again.A tall man stepped inside wearing a gray suit. Silver hair. Late fifties perhaps. Calm presence. His eyes scanned the almost empty hall until they fell on Isabella then his face broke into a warm smile.Laurent Beaumont.I recognized him from the photos my investigator had sent weeks ago. He walked towards Isabella. Isabella’s face transformed when she saw him. It was the first genuine warmth I had seen from her all evening.“Laurent.”She walked toward him quickly.“Isabella.”They embraced.It was brief but genuine.When they stepped apart the man held her shoulders and looked at her carefully.“You look exactly like your mother.”Isabella smiled softly.Lucia approached them.“Monsieur Beaumont, Welcome.”“I'm sorry I'm late.” “We are honored you could come.” Lucia answered Laurent nodded politely.His attention returned to Isabella. He looked at her with obvious affection “You have built something remarkable here.”“Thank you. That m
ISABELLA’S POVThe launch was scheduled for seven PM. I arrived at the ISMARA building at noon.Five hours to make sure nothing went wrong.Lucia met me at the entrance and immediately frowned.“You look terrible.”“Good morning to you too.”I walked into the showroom. “Status update?”She followed beside me with her tablet.“Catering is ready. Bar fully stocked. DJ confirmed. Press list finalized. Vogue, Harper’s Bazaar, Women’s Wear Daily, and about forty other publications.”“Influencers?”“Twenty confirmed. Three have over five million followers.”“Investors?”“Laurent Beaumont confirmed. The Milan group is coming. A few of Moretti board members will be present. Marcus Moretti also.”I stopped.“Marcus is coming?”“Yes.”A small sense of relief settled inside me.“Good,” I said quietly.The next few hours passed in a constant rush of last-minute adjustments. Everything had to be perfect.At five, Lucia finally grabbed my arm and steered me toward the elevators.“Go get ready.”“
ETHAN’S POV I heard about the board meeting before I even reached the office.Caleb was already waiting when I walked into my office. He stood near the window with his phone in his hand, scrolling through something.“You missed quite a show,” he said.I set my briefcase on the desk. “What show?”“The emergency board meeting this afternoon.”I paused.“What about it?”Caleb looked up. His expression carried a mix of surprise and something close to admiration.“Your wife just tore Samuel apart in front of the entire board.”I leaned back in my chair slowly. “Explain.”Caleb walked across the room and dropped into the chair opposite my desk.“Samuel contacted several of Isabella’s suppliers. Claimed there were irregularities in their contracts. Tried to scare them into backing out of the ISMARA launch.”I felt irritation settle in my chest.“That sounds like Samuel.”“It was worse than that,” Caleb continued. “He bypassed legal. Went directly to the suppliers. Threatened litigation.”“A
ISABELLA’S POVThe call came at six in the morning. Alessandra, my fabric supplier in Milan.“Isabella, we have a problem.”I was upright instantly, reaching for my laptop. “What kind of problem?”“Our launch contract. Someone from Moretti Luxe contacted us yesterday claiming there were irregularities. They’re threatening legal action if we fulfill the order.”Cold spread through me. “Who?”“Samuel Moretti. He said he was auditing ISMARA-related contracts. Raised concerns about pricing structures and conflicts of interest.”I pulled up the contract. “Alessandra, it’s clean. Legal reviewed every clause.”“I believe you. But he’s threatening litigation. My lawyers are advising we pause until this is resolved. I can’t risk my company.”“How long?”“At least two weeks.”The launch was in ten days. I needed the fabric in five.“Give me twenty-four hours,” I said. “Don’t make a final decision.”“Twenty-four hours.”I ended the call and dialed Lucia.“What happened?” she asked.“Samuel threa
LUCIA’S POVThe offshore account transfers were completed at two in the morning.I sat in my home office watching the confirmations populate across three different screens. Shell companies in Luxembourg, the Cayman Islands, and Delaware.Perfectly legal.Questionably ethical.Absolutely necessary.I'd crossed lines before, but this felt different.This was about protecting someone who'd become more than a client. Someone who'd become a friend.That made it both easier and harder. Easier to justify. Harder to stomach if it went wrong.Each one holding Moretti Luxe shares purchased through private sales and secondary markets.Isabella sat across from me, reviewing the updated ownership breakdown."How close are we?" she asked."Closer. You now control thirty-eight percent through various entities. Ethan controls twenty-two percent. Samuel has twelve percent. The rest is distributed among smaller shareholders."Isabella's fingers paused on the keyboard when I mentioned Ethan's shares. Ju







