Todos los capítulos de Tangled in Silk: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Chapter 2: The Rules of HeatThe bedroom was quiet.Too quiet.I closed the door behind me and stood in front of the full-length mirror, holding the box like it might bite me. My reflection stared back eyes wild, chest rising and falling like I’d run a mile. The red lace inside the box looked like sin wrapped in confidence. It whispered: You know you want this.And maybe I did.I slipped out of my dress slowly. Each movement felt more forbidden than the last. My zipper echoed in the stillness like the sound of rules being broken. I peeled the silk from my skin and slid the lingerie on each strap, each clasp, each lace panel pressing against my curves like a promise.The bra was a perfect fit. Too perfect. The panties sat low on my hips, the scalloped edge teasing the dip of my thighs. I’d never felt so naked while being technically dressed.I walked back into the suite barefoot, heart pounding in places I didn’t know had a pulse.Dominic stood by the window, back turned, a glass of so

Chapter 4: The Elevator SceneThe elevator was full.Too full.Eight people stood between me and Dominic, including Camilla from reception, three department heads, and two junior analysts who pretended not to exist when executives were around.The metal doors slid shut, and I was pressed against the far wall. Dominic stood by the panel, hands in his pockets, face blank. A casual observer would never guess what we’d done barely twenty minutes ago in a soundproof office built for sin.But I knew.My body still ached in the best way. My underwear stuck damp against my skin, and every bump of the elevator made it worse.I tried not to look at him.Failed.His eyes flicked to mine once. Just once. And in that half-second, everything ignited.A muscle flexed in his jaw. That was all.But it was enough.Halfway to the ground floor, the elevator jolted. A soft mechanical hum stalled.The lights flickered.Everyone shifted awkwardly, nervous laughter bubbling up from the back.“We’re stopping?

Chapter 6: The Jealous KissI didn’t plan on meeting Rafael Santiago that night.But fate, tequila, and a red dress had other plans.The company gala was held at a glass-walled rooftop ballroom in downtown Manhattan. Black ties, champagne towers, strings of diamonds, and secrets hidden in silk. I wore a crimson slit dress that hugged my hips like a second skin. My hair was swept back, my heels were too high, and every eye followed me when I walked in.Including his.Dominic stood near the bar in a black tuxedo, talking to a board member. He didn’t approach. He didn’t wave.But his stare burned into me like a promise.And then Rafael walked up.Tall. Bronze-skinned. With a Spanish accent that could melt glaciers and a smile like sin.“Lana Lane,” he said, offering his hand with a sly grin. “Dominic’s intern, yes?”“I’m not an intern,” I replied.He chuckled. “Even better.”We talked. We danced. He flirted in ways Dominic never would—open, easy, playful. The kind of man who’d take you t

Chapter 8: His Past, Her ThreatI woke up in his penthouse.Sunlight poured through floor to ceiling windows that overlooked Manhattan like a god’s playground. Crisp sheets. Quiet luxury. And beside me, a man who had always been a fortress, now sleeping like he’d finally laid down his sword.Dominic Voss.The man who had kissed me with fury. Taken me with obsession. And now held me in silence, like I was the only thing in the world he couldn’t afford to lose.I watched him.He looked peaceful in sleep, his dark lashes casting soft shadows on his cheekbones. He didn’t seem like the man who barked orders, negotiated billion-dollar deals, and could break a heart with a look.He looked like mine.And that terrified me more than anything.I slipped out of bed quietly, wrapped myself in his robe, and padded barefoot into the kitchen. There was something intimate about being in his space like this. No secrets. No mask. Just me, his scent, and the lingering ache between my legs reminding me o

Chapter 10: The Choice Between Love and SurvivalThe headlines didn’t stop.Dominic Voss Under Federal Scrutiny.Whistleblower Identified.Board Considers CEO Ouster Amid Growing Pressure.They printed lies. They printed truths. And worst of all, they printed my name.It started as whispers of an anonymous source seen entering Voss’s penthouse, a woman connected romantically and professionally to the scandal. But by Thursday morning, my face was on the front page of a tabloid:“Dominic’s Mistress or Corporate Mole?”My phone exploded.My inbox turned into fire.HR called to “discuss next steps.”And Dominic?He was too busy putting out a corporate wildfire to realize I was already burning.---I found him in the war room tie undone, phone pressed to his ear, three lawyers and two board members pacing behind him.When he saw me, he froze.“Give me a minute,” he said into the phone.They all stared as I walked in. I didn’t care.We stepped into his office.“Why didn’t you tell me they w