The Gala of Shadows

The charity gala glittered like a cage of ice. Crystal chandeliers fractured the light into sharp edges that sliced across Elena Vance’s bare shoulders, turning every glance into a judgment. She stood at Julian Thorne’s side in a column of midnight silk that clung with quiet authority, her smile calibrated to perfection. Inside, her nerves coiled tight around a single purpose: tonight she would plant the blade.

Marcus materialized from the press of tuxedos and gowns, his stride too smooth, his smile too knowing. The man who had once stripped her world bare now studied her as if she were still his to dismiss.

“Elena.” His voice carried the old ownership. “Playing the devoted fiancée suits you. Almost believable.”

She kept her posture regal, chin level. “We’re buildi

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