All Chapters of Masked By Millions : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The war began with a press release.ZARA MILLI LANE UNDER INVESTIGATION FOR INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY FRAUD.The headline flashed across every fashion blog, news site, and social feed within minutes. Zara’s heart pounded as she stared at the words on her screen, her phone already buzzing with calls from lawyers, agents, and her head designer sobbing into voicemail.“She leaked fake documents,” Zara muttered, pacing across the penthouse. “She created a digital trail.”Juliette Ashford’s revenge was brutal, public, and impossibly swift.Alec entered the room holding a steaming cup of coffee. “I’ve seen worse,” he said calmly. “We’ll dismantle it. But you need to stay silent—for now.”Zara whirled on him. “I’m not hiding behind press silence, Alec. She dragged my name through mud in front of the whole damn world.”“Exactly why you don’t respond emotionally.”She stalked toward him. “Do you even feel anything when this happens? Or is it all just another chessboard to you?”His jaw flexed. “Yo

It was 11:58 a.m.Two minutes before Zara Milli Lane would address the world. Two minutes before her brand—her life—either crumbled or became untouchable.She stood behind the velvet curtain of the press hall at Blackwell Towers, the iconic skyscraper Alec owned in Midtown. The logo of Milli Lane glowed behind a sleek glass podium onstage, surrounded by journalists, photographers, and fashion insiders from every continent.But it wasn’t the cameras she feared.It was the vultures waiting to twist her silence into surrender.“Are you sure about this?” Alec asked, standing beside her in a black-on-black tailored suit, as ruthless and regal as sin.Zara adjusted her gloves—black leather. No jewels. No softness. Only fire.“She tried to erase me, Alec. My name, my identity, my father—”“She won’t win.”“No,” Zara whispered, “she won’t.”The lights dimmed. The event host gave a final warning.Zara stepped onto the stage.The first flash hit her cheekbones like lightning. The roar of questi

Zara Milli Lane stood in front of the mirror, her reflection sharper than ever—wrapped in a dress she’d designed to destroy her enemies, not charm them.The Blackwell Gala had never seen this kind of tension. Cameras snapped like gunfire. Billionaires smiled too wide. Rivals circled like vultures around a fresh kill.And Juliette?She hadn’t arrived yet.Perfect.Zara moved like fire through the ballroom, Alec close at her side in a black tux that barely concealed the predator underneath. He wasn’t playing the quiet billionaire anymore. Every line of his body screamed ownership—and danger.Alec’s fingers brushed Zara’s back. “Tonight, it’s her move. Let her reveal her hand. We’ll bury her afterward.”“She’s playing with my father’s life, Alec.”“She’s playing with mine too. You.”Zara blinked, his words slicing right through her.Before she could respond, Petra approached in a whisper.“She’s here.”Juliette glided into the room like a viper in silk. Dressed in blood-red, a smirk carv

The plane was nearly empty except for Zara, Alec, and the tight circle of trusted allies they’d brought along—Petra, Alec’s personal security chief, and Lucas, Zara’s top designer who had become her second-in-command. The hum of the engines matched the tension buzzing beneath Zara’s skin. Paris wasn’t just a city of lights; it was a labyrinth of secrets, and the one waiting for her was darker than any scandal or rival she’d faced.Alec sat beside her, fingers interlaced with hers, grounding her despite the storm of thoughts. “Are you sure about this?” he asked quietly.She met his gaze, fierce and unyielding. “I need to know the truth about the vault. About what my father was hiding… and why it’s tied to you.”His jaw tightened, and for a moment, the impenetrable billionaire flickered—vulnerable, human. Then he smiled, sharp as a blade. “Then let’s find it before someone else does.”⸻Paris greeted them with a cool drizzle, the kind that blurred edges and hid secrets beneath the cobbl

Juliette’s heels echoed through the penthouse like gunshots, each step a reminder of the chaos she carried like perfume. Zara closed the door slowly, fingers twitching by her side as she kept the stiletto hidden in her robe’s pocket.“I thought we were done,” Zara said.Juliette turned with that maddening smirk. “You thought wrong.”Alec’s voice came from behind, groggy but sharp. “What the hell is she doing here?”Juliette’s gaze flicked over him with bored disdain. “Don’t flatter yourself, Blackwell. I’m not here for you. I’m here for her.”She tossed the envelope onto the glass table. It landed with a loud thwack—a contract soaked in blood.Zara didn’t flinch. “What’s this?”“An agreement. Signed by your father in 1997. It gives me ownership of everything—should the ZML line ever go global.”Alec’s body tensed beside her. “That’s impossible.”Juliette shrugged, removing her gloves. “He used your mother’s name to sign the deal. I have witnesses. And now that you’ve announced the Eur