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Sydney Killian flashed me a seductive smile, accepting my open invitation. It didn’t matter that we were dead tired after a long flight. Our need for one another had reached a breaking point. He pressed his chest against my sensitive breasts, and a moan escaped my lips. I had missed him immensely. If this were the Parisian magic, I wouldn’t ever want to go back to LA. His mood didn’t change as his gaze heated further. I could feel his massive erection grinding against me. It fueled a need so strong that I threw caution to the wind and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Kiss me like there’s no tomorrow, Killian.” I closed my eyes, surrendering myself to him. “Make love to me like there’s no tomorrow.” He leaned towards me, his heated breath fanning my face. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know how close he was. “I intend to,” he whispered, his tone raspy with desire. Would there be no tomorrow? I didn’t want to go into that. Time stopped for us, and sounds receded around us. I sa

Sydney I could feel Killian’s hesitation, his need to talk to me. But he left without opening up. I wondered what he wanted to say! When would he trust me enough, like couples do? It seemed I was his wife in name only. He didn’t need me in his life. Then why did he marry me? Nothing felt like before. Just as I had expected, Killian changed the moment we set foot in LA. He resumed his ways, spending more time at his office than with me. I hated LA. Our relationship always soured here. With so many guards, his house seemed more like a prison than a home. Fiona arrived to make dinner for us, and I helped her half-heartedly. At least I had someone to talk to. After she left, I waited for Killian, but in vain. My calls went unanswered. What was going on? I called Emilia instead. “Hi, Emilia! What are you doing? Has Tony come home? Killian hasn’t, and I’m worried.” “I’m waiting for Tony. He hasn’t returned since noon. He’s not taking my calls. I’m as clueless as you are.” I found it

Sydney“Don’t accuse me when you know nothing about it, Sydney. There’s more to this than you could ever imagine. If your brothers are instigating you against me, then you may confront them instead and find out the truth.” He sounded furious as he stormed out of the room. But I wasn’t letting this go. His callousness had made me lose control. I wanted my answer. Dashing after him, I blocked his path. “Don’t you dare walk away, Killian! I want to know what’s going on. Why are you after my family and their business? I won’t leave you until I know it all. You’ve taken my dad’s life. Can’t you spare my brothers? Can’t you return the business to them?” My voice quivered as I felt my throat choke with helplessness. I hadn’t wanted to fight with him, but he left me with no choice. “Please, Killian, for my sake? I’ll do anything you ask me to. If you release their business, I’ll be indebted to you forever.” I searched his cold eyes that regarded me with hatred. “You’re wasting your time, S

KillianI stared at the luxurious house in Pacific Palisades that belonged to Philippe Bardot. Not even in my nightmares had I imagined I would come here one day. Now, I had no choice. It was the only way to reach out to my wife. If only I had known she would leave me! Maybe my words last night had a deep impact. Maybe Louis had poisoned her mind against me. I parked my car and approached the main gates. The security guards stopped me. “Who do you wish to meet?” “Louis Bardot. Tell him Killian Barlowe is here to meet him.” The guard hesitated. “Mr. Bardot isn’t taking visitors today, sir. He’s recuperating.” I shrugged. “Just inform him. Let him decide if he wants to see me.” He spoke on the intercom while I waited patiently. Of course, Louis would see me. Didn’t he want his business and brother back?The security guard opened the gates. “Please come inside. Mr. Bardot will see you in a few minutes.” He ushered me in and led me towards the main entrance. “Is Ms. Bardot here?” I

Sydney “Sydney, are you ready? You’re next! Best of luck!” announced Cheryl, the event manager of L’Étoile. It was a fashion house in Paris where I had been working for almost a year. “Thanks! We’re ready to set the stage on fire!” I was beyond excited to be a part of Paris Fashion Week for the first time in my life. Never had I expected to achieve so much in such a brief span of twelve months. When I had walked out of Killian’s house with limited money, I had been stranded in New York for five days. It was then that I considered coming to Paris, and there has been no looking back since then. Paris welcomed me with open arms, and it has been my home ever since. “I know you will. L’Étoile is proud to have you on board. Tristan Sir has pinned his hopes on this event. Make us proud, girl!” She walked away, and I looked around for my models only to see them ready in my latest fall/winter collection. I walked over to them, interacting with each of them. “Jeanette, where’s the matching