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The jet landed in Paris just as dawn broke, casting a pale mist over the runway. The early morning light reflected off the wet tarmac, softening the sleek lines of the aircraft. As the cabin doors opened, Ximena stepped out first, heels clicking on the stairway, followed closely by Miguel.They walked in silence, just inches apart, the space between them tense and charged. Cameras flashed from a distance. Parisian media had caught wind of their arrival. And though neither of them acknowledged it, the photos would be everywhere within the hour—two former spouses, now rivals, landing at the same summit.A black luxury car waited for Ximena. The driver bowed slightly, opening the door with precise timing. “Ms. Antonio. Welcome to Paris. Hotel Virelle is ready for your arrival.”Miguel’s transport pulled up right behind her. To her surprise, he was also headed to the same hotel.“We’re at the same hotel?” she asked, stepping into the car but keeping her tone neutral.Miguel raised an ey
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The sun was barely up when Ximena Antonio stepped into her office, her heels clicking against the marble floor. A stack of press clippings, emails, and design mockups were already spread out across her desk—but her eyes weren’t on any of them.Her assistant, Lia, entered quietly with a thick, cream-colored envelope in her hand.“This just arrived by courier,” she said. “It’s… expensive.”Ximena raised an eyebrow, reaching for the envelope. The paper was heavy, embossed with a golden crest. She flipped it open and pulled out the invitation inside.Her breath caught for just a second.It was an official invitation to the **Global Luxury Fashion & Tech Summit** in Paris—**Antonio Fashion had been nominated for the Global Innovation Award.**She skimmed the details quickly, her mind moving fast.Not just the award. The attendees. The timing.But what made her stop completely… was the handwritten note clipped to the top corner. *“I’ve been watching your work from a distance. It’s time we
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The quiet beep of machines filled the private hospital room, but Miguel Ricardo wasn’t listening. He stared at the ceiling with sharp, focused eyes—as if he were trying to remember something important.Pain tugged at his side every time he moved. The bullet hadn’t hit any major organs, but the recovery was slow. Clean shot. Professional. No trace.Carlos entered the room holding a file, dressed in his usual blazer, but today, his posture was tense. He didn’t smile.Miguel didn’t look at him at first. “Let me guess. Nothing.”Carlos exhaled and sat on the chair beside the bed. “The investigation hit a wall. No security footage. No witnesses. No digital trail. It’s being labeled a professional hit—clean and fast.”Miguel’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t show much emotion. His voice was low. “That wasn’t random. Someone wanted me out of the way.”Carlos hesitated. “You think this is business-related? Or something personal?”Miguel’s eyes shifted toward the door. He didn’t answer the questio
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Miguel stepped out of the Ricardo Enterprises building just past midnight. The board meeting had dragged on for hours, and he was exhausted. The underground parking lot was almost empty, the echo of his footsteps the only sound.Carlos had offered to walk him to the car, but Miguel had waved him off with a tired smile. “I’m fine,” he’d said. “Go home. I just need air.”Now he regretted it.As he reached his car and unlocked it, he heard footsteps—quick, purposeful. He turned.Two masked men.“What the—”Before Miguel could reach for the handle, one man lunged at him, slamming him against the car. The second pulled a gun.Miguel fought back. Elbowed the man holding him. Tried to dodge—**Bang.**The gun fired.Pain tore through his abdomen. Miguel stumbled, gasped, and dropped to the ground.The attackers fled.He tried to speak, to call out—but the pain was unbearable. He lay on the cold concrete, eyes fluttering. Blood soaked his shirt.A security guard found him minutes later. “Sir!
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Ximena started her day with rare peace.She moved through Antonio Fashion’s marble halls with her shoulders back, heels sharp, and chin high. #WornAmbition was still trending, not just in Mexico but across South American fashion circles. Women were stitching the phrase into tote bags, quoting her line under profile pictures, resharing her panel video on every platform imaginable.It had been a long time since she’d felt like she was winning on her own terms.She was halfway through a design review—her mind focused on fabric samples, fall textures, and the layering strategy for an international rollout—when the door slammed open.Lisa, breathless, burst in with a tablet clutched to her chest.“Ximena,” she said, voice tight. “We have a problem.”Ximena looked up, frowning slightly. “What now?”Lisa walked over quickly and handed her the tablet. “A distributor just pulled our flagship collection. Effective immediately.”“What?” Ximena took the tablet, her pulse quickening. She scanned t
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The invitation arrived just after lunch, slipped into a thick cream envelope and hand-delivered to Antonio Fashion by a courier dressed in sleek gray.Ximena stared at it, untouched on her desk, while Rafael stood nearby with a worried frown on his face.“It’s last-minute,” he said, crossing his arms. “A public panel? With the press present? And Miguel scheduled to appear too? It feels like a setup.”She didn’t respond right away. Her eyes stayed on the thick paper, the gold-embossed logo of *Verve Luxe*, one of the city’s most exclusive media outlets. The panel was titled *Luxury Forward: Innovation, Identity, and the Future of Fashion*. She had declined when first approached weeks ago. At the time, her name had been in too many headlines.Now, it was back in them for all the wrong reasons.Rafael tried again. “You don’t have to prove anything. You’ve weathered worse. Skip it.”Ximena picked up the envelope, slipped her manicured finger under the seal, and opened it.“They’re putting
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The glass doors of Antonio Fashion slid open with a soft whoosh, but the chaos inside was anything but quiet.Ximena didn’t need to be told something was wrong. She could feel it in the air. Voices murmured too fast. Lisa looked pale. Rafael was hunched over a tablet, tapping frantically. Two assistants were whispering near the stairwell with worry on their faces.She stopped at the center of the hallway, head high.“What happened?” she asked sharply.Lisa rushed forward and handed her the tablet without a word.Ximena took it. Her eyes flicked across the screen.**“EXCLUSIVE: Miguel Ricardo’s Secret Past with Tania Roberto—Photos Reveal Hidden Intimacy”**She didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch.Lisa spoke cautiously. “The photos are… everywhere now. Gossip sites. Social media. Even some mainstream outlets are running with it.”Rafael joined in, voice low. “We’ve pulled the interns from their desks and locked down our comms. No one is to speak to press. We’re tracking the leak’s source.”Xim
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The sun was just beginning to rise when Ximena opened her eyes.Her bedroom was quiet. Too quiet.The space next to her was cold. Miguel was gone.But the ache he left behind wasn’t.She sat up slowly, her body still sensitive from the night before—her skin remembering the feel of his hands, her lips still tingling from the kiss that had shattered her guard.Her control, the thing she’d clung to for years, felt suddenly like silk slipping through her fingers.She hated it.By the time the city fully stirred, she was already dressed in a fitted black blazer and heels sharp enough to stab through glass.If she couldn’t kill the feelings, she could bury them under structure.Work was her armor.It always had been.—At Antonio Fashion, Rafael entered her office without knocking. He held a thick folder in one hand, a tablet in the other.She barely glanced up. “Good morning.”“You won’t think so in two minutes.”He dropped the folder onto her desk. On top of it, a printed alert from the l
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Ximena woke with a jolt.Her sheets were damp. Her hands clenched tight around the edge of her pillow, her breath short, eyes wide open in the dark.It wasn’t the dream that had shaken her.It was the memory.The breath against her ear. The sharp grip around her waist. The muffled sound of her own heartbeat as one of the masked men whispered, “Don’t scream.”She hadn’t screamed.But she remembered every second.And worse than the panic—worse than the helplessness—was the echo of Miguel’s voice crashing through the warehouse.Calling her name like it was the only word left in the world.The warmth of his hands gripping hers when he finally reached her. The way he looked at her, like losing her had been the one thing he wouldn’t survive.She hadn’t known what to say then.She didn’t know now.But she got out of bed anyway.Showered. Dressed. Lipstick on. Spine straight.Because she was Ximena Antonio.And the world didn’t get to see her afraid.—By noon, she was sitting under blinding
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