All Chapters of His To Claim: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

The smell of wealth was always the same like vintage cologne, iced liquor, and silent threats. Even here, three floors below the city's legal limits, it clung to the air like static before lightning.Zara Moretti stepped into the gold-lit ballroom like she owned it, even though the borrowed jewels around her throat still made her skin itch.“Careful,” Emilio whispered beside her, offering a flute of champagne he hadn’t paid for. “You’re looking a little too convincing.”“I should hope so,” she said, her eyes scanning the crowd behind feathered lashes. “I didn’t squeeze into this dress just to flirt with the bartender.”Emilio grinned. “He’s crying inside, you know. He poured that drink like he was imagining your entire mortgage.”“I don’t have a mortgage.”“Exactly. That’s why he’s crying.”The music was too soft, the kind that made people feel expensive. Around them, trust fund kids laughed like nothing could touch them, clinking glasses filled with thousand-dollar regret. The theme

Cassian Wolfe didn’t get rattled.He made billion-dollar decisions before breakfast. Signed off on mergers that gutted empires. He walked through his world like a king in a city built to kneel.But that morning, as the glass elevator carried him to the top floor of Wolfe Enterprises, the silk ring of her perfume still clung to the inside of his jacket—and it bothered him.He didn’t know her name.Didn’t know where she went.Didn’t even know if Zara was real.But he remembered the way she said it, cool and offhand, like she’d done this before—like disappearing was a habit, not a trick.The elevator doors opened into glass and gold.His assistant, Leona Vixon, stood at her desk, typing at speeds that suggested someone had already pissed her off.She looked up.Paused.“You look like you committed murder in a tux,” she said without missing a beat.Cassian didn’t answer. He walked past her, tossing his jacket onto the back of the nearest leather chair.“I need you to find someone,” he sai