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FLORENCE’S POVRaiden didn’t take me to a restaurant.Instead, he rented out an entire terrace of a five-star hotel that overlooked the city skyline. The moment the elevator doors opened, my breath caught in my throat. The grand staircase leading up to the terrace was lined with flowers—deep red and ivory roses, flickering candle lanterns placed along the steps. The soft hum of jazz music and the scent of delicious food welcomed us. I turned to Raiden, arching a brow. “Do you always do this for girls?”He smiled, easy and warm. “Only for you.”I searched his face, trying to gauge how serious he was. The way the lights reflected in his dark eyes, the way he stood so comfortably in his own skin, made it hard to doubt him.Still, this… this was too much.I hesitated at the base of the stairs. “Raiden… you didn’t have to go all out like this.”“I know,” he said simply. “But I wanted to. You deserve this, Florence.”I had to admit, as over-the-top as this was, it didn’t feel insincere.
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RAIDEN’S POVI’ve only ever loved one girl my whole life. I had grown up in a strict household under a father who rarely smiled. He was a man who had built his fortune from the ground up and believed that true success could only be earned through discipline, struggle, and sacrifice.There was no room for softness in his world. No room for wasting time on things like emotions or dreams.“You will carve your own path,” he had told me. He had made it clear that I would not inherit his empire but build my own. I wasn’t particularly fond of his business, so this didn’t sting me, but his overbearing nature made me withdraw from social life and focus on nothing but building skills and learning lessons. That was the kind of man he was.I didn’t choose PR because I was naturally good at it. In fact, it was the opposite. I wasn’t the guy who could light up a room with his presence. I wasn’t the guy who charmed people into deals over dinner or laughed easily over drinks.Which made PR the hard
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RAIDEN’S POVMy heart broken, I threw myself into making Blackwood PR a force to be reckoned with in the industry. I earned my father’s approval and, more importantly, secured high-profile clients like Mason Whitehill, or rather his company, Eternity. He was my biggest client. A man I respected because, like me, he had broken away from his father’s company and built something of his own. He had more money than most people knew what to do with, but he used it well. Despite occasionally being stubborn, demanding, or erratic, I knew it came from a good place. I thought I knew him well. I thought we understood each other in a way. But it wasn’t until one evening at a business dinner that I realized just how little I actually knew about him.Mason was absent, which wasn’t unheard of. The man had a habit of making last-minute decisions. But as I sipped my whiskey, his subordinate, who had had too many drinks, leaned over with a piece of information. “Can you believe he’s not here becau
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MASON’S POVFrustration burned in my chest as I sat on Florence’s couch, staring at the broken shards of the vase on the floor.I couldn’t get the image out of my head.Her. Dressed like that.With him.The doorbell rang, cutting through my thoughts.I exhaled sharply and ran a hand through my hair. Clarke.The last person I wanted to see right now.He stepped inside, took one look at me—wrapped in a blanket, hair still damp from the shower, sitting in the middle of the mess I’d made—and smirked. “Look at you, brother.”I scowled. “Say another word, and I swear to God—”He tossed me a bag. “Relax. I’m just here to pick up your pathetic ass. Get dressed.”I went into Flo’s bedroom to put on the fresh shirt and trousers Clarke got. I didn’t know why he opted to bring my formal wear instead of something like sweatpants. As I changed, I pulled out my phone and called my secretary.“Sir?” “Candace. There’s a mess in Florence’s apartment. Can you have someone take care of it?” “Absolutel
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FLORENCE’S POVOnce the movie was over, my phone buzzed. Annalise had privately replied to my picture of the skyline: “I’m so jealous of you, I can’t even breathe!!!”I rolled my eyes at my phone, but a smile tugged at my lips.Instead of replying, I called her.“I’m coming over. Want anything?”“Um, yes, bring all the leftover expensive wine, cheese, lobster—” “Anything else, miss? A Ferrari? Ownership of a resort in Dubai?” “Sure, bring those too!” I shook my head and laughed. ***Fifteen minutes later, I was curled up on her couch, drinking wine from a coffee mug.Raiden had dropped me off before heading back to the office to handle something urgent. I had offered to come help, but he insisted on letting me relax. Annalise was grinning at me, Chinese takeout food in one hand, her chopsticks poised mid-air in the other. “So,” she said, eyes gleaming. “Tell me everything.”She knew, but I told her anyway. About the flowers. The dinner. The way he looked at me.She nodded along
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FLORENCE’S POVThe days leading up to the fashion show were a blur of fittings, final checks, and media coordination. I barely had time to breathe, let alone think. But every morning, without fail, a fresh bouquet of roses arrived at my desk. They were never the same—coral one day, buttery yellow the next, then soft pink with white tips. Most times, they would arrive with chocolates. Other times, with jewelry or a bag. He knew my colors and style well. It was always thoughtful. Always beautiful. And maybe a little intense. But I still found myself smiling every time they arrived. It momentarily washed away the stress of the fashion show and dropped me into a cozy, wonderful, and romantic world. Until the next crisis emerged, that is. ***On the day of the Eternity-Amora Fashion Show, the venue felt like it had been plucked from a dream—and dropped into the future. The theme, “Marie Antoinette Fantasy”, had once sounded like a challenge. Eternity’s ultra-modern, experimental styl
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MASON’S POVThis whole thing was already a mess before it even began.Not the event itself—no, the event was flawless.When I first walked into the venue, I actually stopped breathing for a second. The garden had been transformed into something out of a futuristic fairytale. Neon lighting hummed through metallic floral arches, holographic signage danced across the sky, and a runway stretched out like a black mirror under electric lights. I could see her in every detail. Florence.Her touch was everywhere. The symmetry. The vision. The elegance without pretension.And in that moment, something cold twisted in my chest—guilt.For years, I’d kept her caged in shadows. Never acknowledging her brilliance in public, never letting her be seen. I was so obsessed with proving her guilty of Jade’s death… so obsessed with keeping my family name clean of her father’s crime… that I had suppressed her. And she had bloomed so much without me. How much time I had wasted. “Mr. Whitehill!” a cheerf
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FLORENCE’S POV“I’m in love,” I heard Mason say. “With a woman I let go. But I’ve realized I made the biggest mistake of my life. And I don’t care what it takes—I’m going to earn her back.”The breath caught in my throat.My blood simmered as cameras flashed and reporters lost their minds behind me. Did he really just—Of course, he did.The second I regained control of my face, I stepped forward, keeping my expression calm, collected. I couldn’t afford a meltdown in front of the press. Not tonight. Not when we’d built this from the ground up.“Thank you so much, everyone,” I said sweetly, stepping between Mason and the camera crew. “We’re going to wrap up here. Mr. Whitehill and I have a few final things to review before the after-party begins!”They nodded, a few trying to push follow-up questions, but I was already leading Mason out of the tent, fingers digging into his sleeve hard enough to bruise.My phone dinged with several notifications. But this wasn’t the time. The moment w
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FLORENCE’S POVOnce Emily confirmed she was okay with doing the nude shoot—completely on her terms, no pressure—we got to work.It wasn’t even sunrise yet when I sent the first text, barely able to feel my fingers after such an emotionally wrecking night. But there was no time to sleep. We had a window—small and delicate—and I was determined to help her step through it.I remembered an art director I’d met at Fashion Week just a few days ago. French, sharp, and wildly creative, she’d shown me a campaign she did for a sustainable lingerie brand that felt more like a gallery exhibit than an ad. I’d tucked her number into my phone, not thinking I’d need it anytime soon.Now I was dialing with barely a second thought.Her response came in instantly.Florence? Mon dieu, I would die to work with you.I didn’t even need to explain much—just that it would be raw, elegant, empowering, and fast. That was enough. She was in.I’d never done anything this last-minute in my life.Usually, shoots to
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FLORENCE’S POVAs soon as Rosa and I reached her studio, I immediately grabbed her laptop. My fingers shook slightly as I typed in the gossip websites, terrified of what I might find. The screen quickly filled with images, headlines, and notifications—and there it was. Exactly as Emily had said.Her nude photos were everywhere.“Oh my god…” Rosa whispered behind me, leaning closer to see the screen. “This is so messed up. What sick asshole would do something like this?” Her voice tightened, anger radiating from every word. “I swear to god, when I find him…”I took a deep breath, pushing down the panic rising in my chest. “Can you tell where these photos were taken?”Rosa squinted, carefully scanning every detail on the screen, her eyes flicking rapidly back and forth. She shook her head slowly. “Honestly? There’s no windows, doors, or distinguishing features. It’s artificial lighting and a professional backdrop. Whoever took these photos knew exactly what they were doing. It looks li
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FLORENCE’S POVWe stood in silence for a few seconds, waiting. Rosa leaned in and gently pressed her ear to the door like she’d done this kind of thing before.“Anything?” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.She held her position for another beat, then pulled back. “Nope. Seems like it’s empty.”I let out a small sigh. “Okay, maybe—”“Florence?”I nearly screamed. I spun around with my whole body, stumbling back a step. My heart jumped straight into my throat.A guy with tousled curls and splattered paint on his sweatshirt stood a few feet away, carrying a canvas under one arm. His expression lit up when he saw me.“Ian,” I blurted out, instantly recognizing him.He grinned. “Wow, you remember me!”Of course I remembered him. We’d met on that yacht I was checking out for the Eternity-Amora event a few months back. He was one of the hopeful photographers trying to land a commission. He’d given me his card, a sheepish smile, and a surprisingly good portfolio. I’d meant to rea
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FLORENCE’S POVMy heart thumped wildly in my chest as I immediately switched apps, fumbling slightly with my trembling fingers. My thumbs flew across the keyboard, rapidly typing a frantic message to Emily.Where are you? That pic behind you was stolen from a gallery a few nights ago??The screen glowed softly as I hit send. My throat tightened as I watched Emily’s status shift from offline to online. The little green check marks appeared, signaling that she had read the message.Seconds passed. My breath stalled in my chest.Then, abruptly, Emily’s status returned to offline.My stomach churned. It felt intentional—heavy and pointed, like a slammed door in my face.“What’s got you all stressed?” Rosa asked from across the table. Her voice startled me back into the noisy café where we’d been laughing just minutes ago.I blinked, trying to shake away the anxious haze clouding my thoughts. “It’s nothing, it’s just some silly family drama.”Rosa’s eyes brightened mischievously, her lips
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FLORENCE’S POVMy silence stretched just a little too long. I could feel it. That uncomfortable beat of tension, the kind where everyone realizes someone in the group is no longer smiling.Rosa jumped in quickly, her tone light but purposeful. “Dad, don’t be weird. Florence is his girlfriend.”Ashton blinked, visibly startled. “Oh! I—really?” He looked at me, hands raised in surrender, flashing a sheepish grin. “Well, damn. I’m sorry, Florence. I meant it as a joke.”I forced a smile. “All good.”But it wasn’t. Not really.The conversation moved on, but something in me had curled inward. Raiden and Ashton returned to talking about next season’s silhouettes, material shortages, and the problem with micro-trends killing long-term vision. Rosa threw in a comment here and there, mostly teasing her father, while I lingered behind them like a quiet accessory to someone else’s night.Their words blurred in my ears. I felt small—again.Invisible, the way I used to feel at events where Mason
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FLORENCE’S POVI stood there for a long time. Longer than I should have.I should have asked him why he was looking for me despite choosing Jade. I should have asked him why he ended up bloodied and broken in the hospital. I should have asked him if he ever found Daniel after speaking to Emily. If Daniel was the cause of the scars on his face. I should have done lots of things. But all I could do was replay his words in my head. Can we still be good friends?So gentle. So final.It was like I’d stepped outside my own body during the conversation and only now—now that he was gone—had I reentered it.The music had shifted, the crowd moved around me, but I felt frozen. Like I was watching my own life through a glass window.I smoothed down my dress. Straightened my spine. Took a slow, steady breath.Right.I had a good life. I was in Paris. I had a kind, loving man waiting for me. A man who saw me. Who never needed reminding to listen.I wasn’t the girl standing outside a glass wall an
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FLORENCE’S POV“What are you guys doing in Paris anyway?” Emily asked, adjusting the strap of her designer bag like it was a microphone she planned to drop at any moment.“Oh, just… on vacation,” I replied.She raised her eyebrows, clearly impressed. “Wow. It’s serious if you’re taking holidays together.”I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, you know it’s going well since—”“I don’t care for details,” she said quickly, waving me off like I was about to bore her to death. “I’m meeting someone else later anyway. Young photographer, super cute and very into me. Which is exactly what I need after the narcissist that was Daniel.”“Um… okay. Bye, I guess?”But she was already halfway down the corridor, disappearing into the post-show haze of crew members and models packing up.I lingered a moment, unsure of what to feel about that whole interaction. Then, I turned back toward the main venue, scanning for Raiden in the sea of guests. I spotted him near the refreshments, chatting anima
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FLORENCE’S POVAs soon as the final model stepped off the runway and the lights began to rise, I rose from my seat like a fire had been lit beneath me.“I’ll be right back,” I told Raiden.He blinked in surprise but didn’t stop me. “Want me to come?”“No,” I said quickly, already stepping past him.From the corner of my eye, I saw him turning his attention to one of the designers seated nearby, sliding effortlessly into conversation. Typical Raiden—he could read me without even trying. He knew I needed space. And I appreciated him for that.But right now, all I could think about was Emily.She was here.Not just here but on the runway, front and center. Strutting down like she hadn’t vanished off the face of the earth after Daniel had kidnapped me. After Mason had nearly died. After everything.I pushed my way backstage.The buzz was overwhelming—stylists shouting, models laughing, and garment bags flying from one end to another. The air was thick with perfume, hairspray, and leftov
