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ADRIANSix months after the scandal broke, I woke up in Julian's bed with sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and his arm draped across my waist.The past six months had been intense. The statement we'd released had helped, but hadn't stopped the gossip entirely. I'd lost some clients. Gained others. Dealt with judgment and support in equal measure.But through it all, Julian had been there. Steady. Unwavering. Exactly what I'd needed.And now, today, we were finishing the tattoo.

The crystal chandelier above the ballroom didn’t just sparkle; it glared. A million facets of light refracting down on the elite of the city, mocking me with their brilliance. I stood near the heavy velvet drapes, a glass of champagne sweating in my hand, watching the spectacle unfold.My stepsister, Seraphina, was in the center of it all. She wore white shocking for an engagement party, but she looked like a bride already. Her laugh, a delicate, bell-like sound, rang out over the murmurs of the crowd. And beside her stood Julian Vane.Julian Vane. The name alone was enough to make stock markets tremble. He was the country’s most eligible bachelor, a tech mogul with a face carved from marble and a reputation for ruthless efficiency. To the world, he was the perfect match. A savior for my family’s crumbling finances. A gentleman.I watched him lift Seraphina’s hand to his lips. His dark hair was perfectly styled, his tuxedo tailored to within an inch of its life, hugging broad shoulder

Three days passed. Three days of silence. No texts. No late-night visits. No sightings of the black Rolls Royce parked outside my studio. I should have been relieved. I told myself I was. I told myself I could go back to my normal, boring life. I painted. I went for runs. I ignored the knot of tension in my chest that tightened every time I thought of the upcoming trip to the Vanderbildt Estate. It was Thursday night. The storm outside was raging, rain lashing against the windows of my small apartment. I was in bed, reading a book I couldn't focus on, when my phone buzzed. Open your door. My heart lurched. I stared at the screen. It was Ju

The storm outside had intensified, the wind howling like a banshee around the stone corners of the Vanderbildt Estate. Inside, the silence was heavier, suffocating. Dinner had ended. My father had retreated to the study to review some documents for the morning, and Seraphina had gone to her room, citing a headache from the wine. That left Julian and me in the grand hallw

   The walk to the study felt like a march to the gallows. My knees were weak, my thighs sticky. I could feel Julian inside me, a lingering reminder of what we’d just done.  I stopped in the downstairs powder room to splash cold water on my face. I looked like hell. My lips were swollen, my eyes glassy. I wet my hair, trying to make it look like sweat from the heat, rather than... exertion. I buttoned my jacket to hide the wrinkled state of my shirt.  When I finally entered the study, Julian was already there. He stood by the fireplace, a drink in his hand, looking like he hadn’t just committed a felony ten feet down the hall.