The Devil Wears a Signature Ring

obblestone streets of the 8th arrondissement, painting the city in shades of silver and secrecy. Somewhere behind the iron gates of

's invitation-only fashion show was being hosted. She caught a glimpse of herself-black sheath dress, coat draped over her arm, and the signature

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ion. The man who turned thread into desire and models into goddesses. CEO. Icon. Enigma. And if the leads

ries ago in blood and gold. That every wearer before him had died mysteriousl

. But she believed in power.

e first model emerged draped in molten silk and shadows. But Isla wasn't wat

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ux. Tall, immaculately tailored in black with a midnight blue handkerchief and a watch that cost more than her ap

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dator registering movement in the grass. One heartbeat. Two. Then a subt

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ss, velvet, and whispered invitation. Isla had slipped in before the main crowd arrived, using a hacked guest list

for his brutal efficiency and disarming charm. He was laughing with two models but scan

le velvet cord and two guards in black suits. She clutched her clutch

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brush her spine. Not from fear-from something deeper. Recog

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aris. It drummed against the glass, slicking the streets below with reflections o

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door, she opened her phone. One

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that same unreadable expression. He stepped forward slowly, the

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