The night descended like a velvet curtain over the city, cloaking the skyline in a soft obsidian shimmer. Natalie Evans stood by the tall windows of her penthouse, staring out at the glowing maze below. It had been weeks since she re-emerged into the social scene, and yet the ghosts of her past lingered around her like a perfume she could not wash off. Her face was unreadable, but inside, a storm brewed.Tonight was the Winter Gala—a glittering affair of power, wealth, and egos clashing beneath chandeliers. It was the very event where she had once been paraded on Adrian's arm, envied and admired. Now, she would walk in alone, no longer an accessory to someone else's empire but a woman who had built her own."Your car is ready, Miss Evans," her assistant, Clara, said gently, appearing in the doorway.Natalie nodded. She turned away from the window and moved toward the closet, selecting a gown the color of fire—deep crimson silk with a plunging neckline and a slit that cut up her thigh
Last Updated : 2025-06-02
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