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Mine to keep

Mine to keep

Kamene

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Kia everstone only daughter of one of the biggest business tycoon in Monaco loved and pampered from birth. Beauty that is unrivalled. Sebastian Montclair youngest business tycoon in Monaco and son of the biggest business tycoon in Monaco. Domineering and attractive Their parents best friends but the kia can't stand Sebastian.

Chapter 1 The ball

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Chapter One

The emerald-green gown shimmered under the soft glow of the chandelier, pooling elegantly around Kia Everstone as she turned in front of the mirror. A satisfied smile tugged at her lips. Perfect.

Tonight was going to be magical.

She had been looking forward to this ball for weeks-an evening of music, dancing, and pure extravagance. No business talk, no responsibilities, just a night to enjoy herself. It was one of the few times she felt free, away from the expectations that came with being an Everstone.

Adjusting the delicate strap of her dress, she studied her reflection. Her dark brown curls framed her face in soft waves, cascading down her back like silk. The deep green of her gown complemented her complexion, and the diamonds at her ears and wrist sparkled in the dim light of her bedroom. Elegant. Sophisticated. Unapologetically breathtaking.

She grinned. Not bad, Everstone.

For once, she wasn't dressing to impress her father's business associates or maintain the image of the perfect heiress. Tonight was for her.

Her brothers-Leon and Adrien-had already left, rolling their eyes at her excitement but offering reluctant compliments before stepping out. Kia had simply laughed, knowing that despite their teasing, they would be watching over her from a distance.

She didn't mind. She was used to it. Everstone men were protective, and she had long accepted that her brothers would never stop acting like she was the little girl they used to chase around the estate.

But she wasn't a little girl anymore.

Tonight, she wanted to dance, to drink champagne, to lose herself in the glittering world of Monaco's elite without worrying about expectations or consequences. She wanted the kind of night that made her feel alive.

With one last glance in the mirror, she grabbed her clutch and turned toward the door, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.

Kia Everstone was ready for the night of her life.

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The night air was crisp as Kia stepped outside, her heels clicking softly against the stone pavement. The black luxury car waited at the edge of the driveway, the Everstone crest gleaming under the moonlight.

Her father stood beside the car, straightening his cufflinks. When his eyes landed on her, something softened in his sharp features.

"My little girl..." he murmured, more to himself than to her.

Kia's heart warmed. No matter how much time passed, she would always be his little girl in his eyes.

"I'm not little anymore, Dad."

He smiled faintly. "You'll always be little to me... but you look beautiful tonight."

"Thank you."

He opened the car door for her, pausing before she stepped in. His voice lowered.

"Try not to break too many hearts tonight."

Kia smirked, brushing past him. "No promises."

The drive to the ball passed in comfortable silence, the lights of Monaco glittering in the distance. But the moment they arrived, the air shifted.

The grand hall was bathed in golden light, laughter and soft music spilling out into the night. As Kia stepped out of the car, all eyes turned toward her.

The subtle murmur of conversation faded, replaced by the weight of lingering stares. Men glanced her way with thinly veiled interest. Women whispered behind their glasses of champagne.

Kia felt the attention like a warm spotlight-intense, heavy, and utterly intoxicating.

Let them look.

She lifted her chin, her lips curving into a soft, confident smile as she walked through the grand doors, completely unaware that a certain pair of dark eyes was already locked onto her from across the room.

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