“Smile for the camera, darling. It’s the last time your enemies won’t know what you’re planning.”

Bianca’s voice was dipped in poison and champagne.

Solene didn’t flinch.

LOCATION: ROMANO TOWER – 57TH FLOOR PRIVATE BALLROOM

TIME: 9:02 p.m.

Glass chandeliers. Red silk. Wine that tasted like blood.

The engagement party wasn’t just a spectacle, it was a declaration of power.

Lucien stood beside Solene, sharp in black. The ring on her hand had been polished ...