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The glass doors of the Blackwell & Co. boardroom loomed ahead like gates of a battlefield.It felt as if a battle is going to began.But Isla Wilde didn’t hesitate.Her heels clicked against the marble floors, steady, sharp, and unapologetic. Every eye in the hallway followed her like a storm cloud had just passed through. She was dressed in tailored navy blue today, the color of ice and midnight power, with a diamond pin fastening her silk blouse at the neck.The receptionist’s voice trembled slightly. “Ms. Wilde, they’re waiting for you.”Of course they were.She pushed the doors open herself. She didn't have anyone with her. No escort. She didn’t need one.Inside, the long conference table was surrounded by high-backed leather chairs. Every executive was seated except one.Lucian Blackwell stood at the far end, the cityscape sprawling behind him in the tall glass windows. Sunlight lit him up like something out of fairytale. His broad-shouldered, dark-suited, cold-eyed.For a moment

The Grand Ballroom of the Armitage Hotel glittered with excess. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, strings of violins filled the whole air, and champagne flowed like water. The annual Blackwell Investors Gala wasn’t just a social event, it was war dressed in silk and diamonds.Isla Wilde stepped onto the marble floor like a regal storm in velvet.She wore obsidian. A gown that clung to her curves with lethal elegance, slit high on one side, her dark hair pulled back into a knot so sharp it could’ve cut glasses. Her blood-red lips, storm-grey eyes. Untouchable and Unforgiving like a Rebel.Heads turned towards her. Whispers followed her like perfume.Across the room, Lucian felt her before he saw her.He was dressed in his usual armor, tailored black suit, icy composure, a scotch in hand. But his grip faltered the moment she entered. She hadn't come to blend in with the people here. She came to conquer. To rule.Their eyes locked together. One second too long. The string quartet h