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Chapter 1

The maid's text glowed on my phone: Mr. Volt prepared a surprise for you tonight. Come home early.My heart jumped. Three years of marriage, and Travis hadn't done anything like this since our honeymoon. I pressed my hand against my stomach, hopeful. Maybe tonight would finally be the night. Maybe we could fix whatever had broken between us.I drove faster than I should have, my mind racing. Tessy had twins now. Emma was pregnant with her third. Even the barista at my favorite coffee shop had a baby strapped to her chest. Everyone around me was building families while my womb stayed empty, and my husband grew colder with each passing month.But tonight felt different. Tonight felt like a second chance.The penthouse was dark when I arrived, except for a soft glow from the upstairs bedroom. I grabbed my purse and rushed inside, my heels clicking against the marble foyer.Roses. Champagne on ice. Soft jazz playing from somewhere upstairs.My throat tightened with emotion. He remembered.

Chapter 2

I stood on the sidewalk, staring at the building I'd called home for three years. Through the window, I could see Travis pacing in the living room. Part of me wanted to get in my car and drive away. But my car keys were inside. My phone was dying. Everything I owned was in that penthouse.I had to go back.The cold bit through the thin lace as I pushed open the front door. Travis spun around, relief flooding his face."Chloe, thank god. I knew you'd come back. We need to talk about this reasonably.""There's nothing to talk about." My voice came out steady despite my shaking body. "I want a divorce.""No." He crossed his arms. "I'm not signing any divorce papers.""You don't get to decide that.""Actually, I do." He moved closer, and I saw the calculation in his eyes. The same look he got during business negotiations. "The company goes public in three weeks, Chloe. Three weeks. Do you know how much investor confidence matters? They want stability. A solid family man with a devoted wif

Chapter 3

"Prostitute?" I leaned back to look at him properly, my fingers still tangled in his hair. "Really? I thought you were a male escort. The bar's special entertainment for desperate women. Very exclusive. Very expensive."His eyebrows rose slightly, the first crack in that controlled expression. Around us, I could sense people watching, but no one approached. This man clearly had power here."I'm just here for fun," I continued, emboldened by champagne and heartbreak and the way his hands still gripped my waist like he didn't want to let go. "And if you please me tonight, I'll pay you extra."I reached between my breasts and pulled out a crumpled twenty dollar bill. The only cash I'd grabbed before Travis canceled my cards. I held it up between two fingers, then let it flutter down onto his chest."Consider that a down payment."Something dangerous flashed in his eyes. Before I could process it, he stood, lifting me with him like I weighed nothing. His arms locked around me, one under m

Chapter 4

Morning light sliced through unfamiliar curtains, too bright and unforgiving. My head pounded. My body ached in places I'd forgotten could ache, a sweet soreness that reminded me of everything we'd done. And someone was watching me.I opened my eyes slowly.He lay beside me, propped on one elbow, those dark eyes studying my face like I was a puzzle he was trying to solve. In the morning light, he was even more striking. A shadow of stubble darkened his jaw. His hair was messy from my hands. He looked satisfied and dangerous and completely in control."Good morning, Master," he said, his voice rough with sleep and amusement.Heat flooded my face as memories from last night came rushing back. His hands on my body. His mouth everywhere. The way he'd made me beg. The things I'd said, done, felt.I shot up, clutching the sheet to my chest even though he'd seen and tasted every inch of me hours ago. My clothes, or what passed for clothes, were scattered across the floor. That stupid red lin

Chapter 5

Tessy's apartment smelled like coffee and baby powder. I'd been on her couch for three days now, and I was starting to understand why she always looked exhausted. The twins were eight months old, and they took turns crying. When one slept, the other woke up. It was like they'd coordinated a torture schedule."Tell me again about mystery fashion week man," Tessy said, bouncing one baby while I fed the other. The little girl in my arms grabbed my finger with surprising strength, her blue eyes staring up at me with complete trust."There's nothing to tell. I had a one night stand with someone who may or may not have been an escort. I owe him a small fortune I don't have. And I need to focus on getting my life together."The baby in my arms made a small cooing sound, and something in my chest squeezed. I'd forgotten how innocent babies were. How they looked at you like you were their entire world, like you held all the answers."You're good with them," Tessy observed, watching me pat the

Chapter 6

I woke up at five in the morning, too nervous to sleep. The interview was at two in the afternoon, but I needed every minute to prepare.Tessy was already awake, feeding the twins in the kitchen. She'd laid out clothes on the back of the couch for me. A black pencil skirt, a cream silk blouse, and a blazer that actually fit properly. Real professional clothes, not the oversized things I'd been hiding in."Thank you," I said, touching the soft fabric of the blouse."You're going to kill it today," Tessy said, bouncing one baby on her hip. "Just remember, you're not asking for charity. They need you as much as you need them."I wasn't sure that was true, but I appreciated the confidence.I spent the morning reviewing my portfolio, practicing my pitch in front of Tessy's bathroom mirror. Sustainable luxury wasn't just a trend. It was the future. Consumers wanted beautiful things that didn't destroy the planet. They wanted to feel good about their purchases, not guilty. I could give them

Chapter 7

Lucien Cross closed the door behind him and walked to the opposite side of the conference table. His face was perfectly calm, professionally neutral, like we'd never met before."Ms. Thorne," he said, his voice smooth and controlled. "I'm Lucien Cross, CEO of Cross Luxury Group. Thank you for coming in today."He extended his hand across the table.I stared at it for a moment, remembering the last time those hands had touched me. Then I forced myself to reach out and shake it. His grip was firm and brief, but the contact sent electricity up my arm."Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Cross." My voice came out steadier than I expected, though my heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it."Please, sit." He gestured to a chair and took his own seat across from me.I sat, grateful because my knees felt weak. This couldn't be happening. Of all the people in New York City, of all the companies in the fashion industry, why did it have to be him?"I've reviewed your preliminary portfol

Chapter 8

The interview continued for another hour. Lucien asked detailed questions about fabric sourcing, production timelines, cost analysis, and market demographics. Every answer I gave, he challenged. Every idea I presented, he pushed back on.It was exhausting. And I couldn't tell if he was testing my knowledge or punishing me for something.Finally, he closed his tablet and leaned back in his chair, studying me with those intense dark eyes."I know exactly who you are, Chloe Thorne," he said quietly.My heart stopped. "From the club.""From the club," he confirmed. "And from my industry research. I've been following your career. Or rather, the career you should have had."I blinked, confused. "What do you mean?""Three years ago, you submitted a portfolio to Vance Fashion House. Marcus Vance showed it to me during acquisition discussions. Your work was exceptional. Innovative, technically brilliant, commercially viable. He wanted to hire you but you'd already disappeared from the industry

Chapter 9

Rachel Kim led me to a smaller office down the hall, chattering about HR paperwork and building access cards. But I barely heard her. My mind was spinning, calculating, trying to process everything that had just happened.Five million dollars.Nine months.Three fashion shows.Top five placement.The numbers rattled around in my head like dice in a cup. I was good at math. I'd always been good at breaking down problems into manageable pieces. But this problem felt impossibly large."Ms. Thorne?" Rachel's voice broke through my thoughts. "Are you okay? You look pale.""I'm fine. Just processing." I sat down in the chair she indicated. "Can I ask you something?""Of course.""Why me? Why is Mr. Cross offering this opportunity to someone with no recent work history, no industry connections, nothing but an old portfolio?"Rachel hesitated, like she was deciding how much to say. "Mr. Cross has instincts about people. When he believes in someone's potential, he goes all in. He doesn't do an

Chapter 10

I arrived at Cross Luxury Group at seven the next morning, two hours before my official start time. I couldn't sleep anyway. Pregnancy insomnia combined with nervous energy had me awake at five, sketching ideas in Tessy's kitchen while she fed the twins.Rachel Kim met me in the lobby, looking surprised."You're early," she said."I'm eager to start." I followed her to the elevator. "When will I meet my team?""They'll be here at nine. I should warn you, they're not exactly thrilled about the situation.""What do you mean?"Rachel hesitated as we stepped into the elevator. "Vance Fashion House has been failing for two years. The team has tried everything to turn it around. New collections, rebranding attempts, market research. Nothing worked. Now Mr. Cross brings in an unknown designer and tells them she's going to fix everything in nine months. They're skeptical.""They think I can't do it.""They think nobody can do it. The brand is too far gone." The elevator doors opened on the fi

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