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Mission Impossible (Literally)
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Trapped Between The Billionaire Playboy & The Mafia Don Into The Crossfire
(AURIANNA'S POV)The second the gunshot echoes, my whole body snaps into motion and I bolt out of the bathroom.The hallway outside is vibrating with noise-frantic voices, rushed footsteps, more gunshots in the distance. My heart beats so hard it almost hurts to breathe.As I rush toward the main hall, the sound of screaming explodes like a wave crashing into me. People are flooding toward the exits-models still in full glam, VIP guests clutching their designer bags, security trying to push through the chaos."Move," I yell, elbowing past a cluster of panicked guests. "Move!"When I break into the event hall, I freeze for half a second.I can't see anything clearly. It's people everywhere-running, yelling, tripping over chairs, knocking over champagne flutes. The chandeliers above sway from all the movement, scattering fractured light across a scene that suddenly feels like a nightmare.My breath catches when I spot the front row.Zayne's seat is empty.Empty!But my purse is still ly
Trapped Between The Billionaire Playboy & The Mafia Don Cornered By The Devil
(AURIANNA'S POV)I go completely still.For a second, I genuinely think my brain is malfunctioning-like it's showing me some glitchy hallucination because there's no way in hell the man standing behind me right now is actually real.But he is.Dominik D'Angelo, in a white suit with his red hair slicked back. And two massive men are standing on either side of him.My blood runs cold.My heart slams against my ribs hard enough that it almost hurts, and the first person that comes to my mind isn't myself....It's Zayne.Zayne's out there alone.Panic flashes so violently through my chest that it knocks the air out of me.I turn back to the sink like an idiot checking my reflection for answers, my hands instantly patting my sides, my thigh, my purse-My purse isn't here.I left it with Zayne and my gun's inside!"Shit," I whisper, staring down at my empty hands. "Shit-shit-shit."Dominik's reflection lifts his chin slightly. A slow, satisfied smirk curves the corner of his mouth."It's fi
Trapped Between The Billionaire Playboy & The Mafia Don The Uninvited Guest
(AURIANNA'S POV)A single spotlight hits the runway after the lights dim. Cameron steps out and smiles at the audience with effortless confidence."Good evening, everyone," he says. "Tonight, Valen Couture invites you into a world where romance feels... magical again."I quickly take my phone and start to record, because if I don't, Chelsea's gonna cuss me out."L'Amour Enchanté is a celebration of love in all its forms," Cameron continues. "The kind that disarms you, challenges you, consumes you, and transforms you. Each piece you'll see tonight was crafted to capture that feeling-the spark, the mystery, the enchantment. Thank you for being here with us.... Let the magic begin."The music starts playing, and the first model steps out.My mouth parts in awe as I watch her walk the run way. She wears a floor-length ivory gown, embroidered with crystal vines that shimmer like frost. Her hair is slicked back with tiny pearls pinned throughout it, and the way the spotlight hits, gives her
Trapped Between The Billionaire Playboy & The Mafia Don Front Row Frenzy
(AURIANNA'S POV)The second I walk in, I gasp.The venue looks like Cameron reached into a fairytale, stole its heart, and then charged everyone ten grand a seat to witness the result.The runway is the first thing that grabs my attention. It's a long, mirrored path that looks like a river, catching every bit of light and throwing it back in soft ripples. At the end of it, there's a massive iron gate shaped like the entrance to some enchanted garden, twined with metal roses glowing faintly gold.Overhead, crystal chandeliers hang at different heights, shaped like falling droplets suspended mid-air. As I move, the crystals catch the light and throw tiny rainbows around the room. It's dramatic. It's extra. But it's perfect for Valen Couture.Above everything floats a huge installation of roses, peonies, and orchids in blush, champagne, and deep red. No visible wires. Just a cloud of flowers hanging overhead like some romantic fever dream.The crowd buzzes with fashion people holding the
Trapped Between The Billionaire Playboy & The Mafia Don Smile For The Cameras
(AURIANNA'S POV)The convoy rolls to a stop, and the entire street outside the venue lights up like someone just switched on a thousand suns.Flashes explode everywhere. People are screaming. Camera shutters go off so fast they sound like machine guns.My eyes widen. "Woah... Look at this crowd."Zayne just smirks like this is his natural habitat.The chauffeur opens his door first. Zayne steps out and I exhale, grab my purse and follow.The second my heels hit the pavement, the paps descend. They swarm around us like vultures spotting fresh meat."Oh my-I can't see anything," I mutter, shifting closer to Zayne instinctively. My hand finds the crook of his arm on its own as I tighten my fingers around my purse. The security detail forms a wall around us, ushering us forward."ZAYNE! ZAYNE!""This way!""Mr. Beaumont, look here!"I wince at the loudness of the screams. My brain literally feels like it's vibrating.Once we're inside the venue, the noise finally muffles. The doors shut b
Trapped Between The Billionaire Playboy & The Mafia Don Pretty Things & Bad Feelings
(AURIANNA'S POV)I stand in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection like I'm trying to decide if I look dangerously pretty or just pretty.The dress Zayne bought me fits too well. It hugs every curve like it was tailored on my body-snug at the waist, smooth over my hips, shimmering under the bedroom lights. My hair's already curled and styled to the side, makeup done-smoky eyes, glossed lips, nothing too dramatic or over the top.Once I'm satisfied with my face, I step away from the vanity and move to the bed.My heels wait for me in a box.I sit on the bed, open the box and I can't help but gawk at the heels again. They glitter like they're carved out of glass, catching every fleck of light.I slip them on and stand slowly, careful, testing the height. They feel perfect. I turn around and look at myself in the full-length mirror again.Yeah.I look good.I start to adjust the dress when someone knocks at the door."Come in," I call out.The door opens and Zayne walks in.The mom
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