| Italy —-Dinner party|

Antonio’s breath caught.

In a room filled with power, elegance, and tailored arrogance, only one person commanded his attention, and it wasn’t the billionaire standing beside him.

It was her.

Eloise.

Her entrance was a quiet explosion. The black silk gown draped her like sin itself, flawless curves, a thigh-high slit that threatened sanity, and crystals that shimmered like stars had chosen only her to wear them.

Her beauty was effortless yet arresting. ...