All Chapters of BLINDED BY SEDUCTION : Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

The next morning, my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing.Lucia’s name flashed on the screen.“Tell me you didn’t sleep with him,” she said as soon as I answered.“Good morning to you too.”“I saw the pictures. You’re all over the society pages. Dante Pierce couldn’t take his eyes off you.”I smiled faintly, scrolling through the articles. Who is the mysterious woman with the billionaire? “That’s good,” I said. “It means it’s working.”Lucia sighed. “You’re playing a dangerous game, darling. That man eats people for breakfast.”“So do I,” I said, ending the call.By noon, I had another text — this time from an unknown number.Unknown: Elena? It’s Landon. Hope you don’t mind me getting your number from the guest list.I stared at the screen for a long moment, my lips curving into a slow smile.Me: You seem persistent.Landon: You seem familiar.Me: We already covered that.Landon: Dinner tonight? Just two old souls who maybe met in another life.I didn’t answer. I wanted him restless.That nig

ElenaThe message came that morning from Dante inviting me for lunch.I read it twice, smiling. My plan was working beautifully.I took my time getting ready. The black silk dress I chose wasn’t flashy, but it did just the trick of highlighting my curves. My hair fell in soft waves, and I painted my lips a calm shade of red. The kind of red that said I’m not trying to seduce you, but I could.By the time I arrived, his assistant was already waiting. She looked startled, almost flustered. “Mr. Pierce is expecting you,” she said, leading me through the glass doors.His office sat high above the city, a stretch of steel and sunlight. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the skyline, but the man standing near them made the view look dull.“Miss Marks,” he said, turning. “You’re punctual. I like that.”“I figured it was safer not to keep you waiting,” I said, stepping closer.“You say that like I’m dangerous.”“Shouldn’t I?”He smiled faintly and gestured toward a table set up near the window.

ElaraThe black car came just after seven amI was still in my robe, hair tied in a loose bun, coffee growing cold beside a half-eaten slice of toast. My kitchen smelled faintly of vanilla and burnt bread which was a sign that I was, at best, pretending to have my life together.When the doorbell rang, I almost ignored it. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Then I saw the prado car through the window and a man in a suit standing at my gate like he’d stepped out of a movie.He held a white box and a letter. “From Mr. Pierce,” he said simply, handing them over.“Mr. Pierce?” I repeated, pretending not to know.“Yes, ma’am. He said to deliver it personally.”The handwriting on the envelope was bold and unmistakable.When I opened the box, the air seemed to thin around me. Inside was a dress midnight blue silk that shimmered when it caught the light, soft enough to slip through my fingers like water. The neckline was daring, the slit too high to be innocent, and the shape unmistakably made for me