All Chapters of Masked By Millions : Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

Zara Milli Lane didn’t realize she’d stopped breathing until Alec touched her wrist.“You’re freezing,” he murmured, his breath brushing her temple.She blinked at the grand ballroom now swarming with guests in sequins, velvet, and secrets. But none of them mattered. Not when Juliette Ashford stood just across the marble floor in a scarlet dress, sipping champagne and smiling like the Queen of Deception.Zara’s eyes didn’t leave Juliette’s for a second. The woman raised her glass in mock toast.“Why is she here?” Zara’s voice was low, venom-laced.Alec’s jaw tightened. “Because she wants war. And now she has it.”Zara’s palm curled at her side. She’d dressed to impress, not to battle an ex-mistress with a vendetta. Yet here she stood, dragged back into the depths of power plays and past lovers who never really left.“She’s the one who kidnapped my father,” Zara said, her voice cracking.Alec didn’t respond immediately. Then: “I know.”She spun toward him. “You knew?!”“Not until recen

Zara Milli Lane wasn’t just awake—she was alive in a way she hadn’t been in years.The new collection, Bound by War, wasn’t just a fashion statement—it was a declaration. Each thread, each sketch, each molten line of fabric was dipped in vengeance. She was going to weaponize her pain, stitch it into silk and steel, and make sure Juliette choked on the very gowns she once mocked.Alec leaned against the doorway, watching her with that particular hunger in his eyes. He hadn’t slept. Neither had she. And somehow, the insomnia felt like a ritual now. A prelude to the chaos they were about to unleash.“She won’t see it coming,” he murmured.“She’ll feel it in her bones,” Zara replied without looking up from the sketch she was pinning to the wall. “This line isn’t for the masses. It’s for war. It’s for women who’ve bled and still wear heels.”Alec stepped in, his voice a velvet rasp. “And you’re the Queen of them all.”Zara turned to face him. She was still in her paint-stained robe, hair w

The night of the Ascend Gala arrived like a storm dressed in diamonds. Held at the grand ballroom of the Morrovia Hotel, the event had never seen so many eyes—or so many wolves in silk.Zara Milli Lane stepped out of the Blackwell car like a loaded gun in heels.Her gown—Bound by War—was a masterpiece of crimson and midnight-black silk, sculpted to the body like a second skin, with structured shoulders and a trailing hem that whispered of war cries and whispered vengeance. Every inch of her screamed survival, elegance, and control.The moment she entered the ballroom, silence followed. Then flashes. Then gasps.Because everyone had seen the press conference. Everyone had seen her challenge. And now?She was here to prove she wasn’t bluffing.Alec walked beside her, all sharp edges and dominance, dressed in custom Valentino, black-on-black, no tie, no apologies. His hand rested at the small of her back—protective, possessive.“Smile,” he murmured in her ear as they approached the steps

When Zara woke the next morning, the sun spilled through the blinds like soft gold brushing over her bare skin. Alec lay beside her, one arm draped lazily over her waist, his breathing even and deep. For the first time in months, she felt the world pause—no cameras, no scandals, no games.Just him. Just her.Alec stirred slightly as her fingers traced the line of his jaw. He opened his eyes and smiled that crooked, devastating smile that had once charmed her on a lie.“Good morning, hurricane.”Zara rolled her eyes, lips curving. “Don’t act like you survived the storm.”“I did more than survive,” he murmured, kissing her shoulder. “I surrendered.”She laughed softly, but the sound caught in her throat. There was a weight sitting in the space between them—an unspoken truth that now had no reason to hide.“I have to relaunch,” she said. “My brand. Everything Juliette tried to destroy, I want it bigger. Louder. Untouchable.”“You will.” Alec sat up, leaning against the headboard. “But it