Tangled In Desire

: Shatter

ster stood near the balcony, a crystal flute of champagne in hand, her world still intact-wealthy, privileged, and filled

over one shoulder. She greeted guests with a polite smile, basking in the admiration that came effortlessly. The Lanc

dence. He stood with a glass of whiskey in one hand, his other resting

eart," he told her. "Thi

lways bel

had a cruel wa

e

to the heart-swift, brutal

d, and soon, the name that once commanded admiration now invited whispers of pity. Their home, their

boxes and fading memories. Their once-grand estate had been seize

, her gaze locked on her father, who sat

r with hollow e

r-her hero-defeated. Her mother, once the epitom

. This wasn't how her l

per

ry attempt to salvage what remained was met with dead ends. Friends who once fl

, she found herself in a high-end bar across town. The dim lig

omething numbing. The alcohol burned, b

as when sh

ss the room. He was dressed in a fitted black suit, his posture exuding confid

man. He was temptat

to think. She did

she didn't k

e didn

leeting moment, s

than willing t

disbelief. The man from last night-the one whose touch had set her skin on fire-was standing

Sin

r to the Sinclair empire, a man whose reputation for both ruthless business dealings and

tousled hair. He was just as shocked as she was. His lips parted slig

rced herself to sit up, her body still sensitive fr

hed for his discarded suit jacket, pulling out his phone. Zoey barely had time

ra

ll crawled u

ey had seen enough. Her stomach twisted. Of course. The perfect man from last night, the

iliation cras

d coldly, gathering every o

gether at her sudden sh

er voice sharper this ti

s shirt from the floor and slipped it back on. His usual composed arrogance

nother word. He

d and left, the sound of the hotel door clicking s

l relieved. This night, whatever it was, didn't mean anything. It w

like something had j

ht – Sinclair

g of silverware. Zoey sat across from her father, her appeti

ly cleared his throat. "Zoey, the

, already knowing she woul

lairs have extended a proposal. Th

blood r

ame out hoarse, bar

cure our company's survival. The Sinclairs are wil

y finishe

herself to Eric last night without knowing who he was. And now, fa

d into fists be

ould leave him behind. But now, t

t to become

e, there was