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Beneath the Velvet Lie

Beneath the Velvet Lie

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Leona Vale knows how to disappear. When her sister's life is shattered by a scandal buried deep within the walls of Wolfhart Dynamics, Leona doesn't wait for justice-she creates a new identity and goes after it herself. Enter Reyna Lancaster, a fabricated heiress with just enough allure, secrets, and credentials to catch the eye of billionaire tech mogul, Cassian Wolfhart. Cassian is ruthless, enigmatic, and far more dangerous than Leona anticipated. With shadows in his past and a fortress built on power and precision, he doesn't just let people in-he dissects them first. But when he offers Reyna a position as his personal assistant, placing her directly at his side, Leona steps into a world of privilege, deception, and proximity that borders on obsession. As she navigates high-society galas, corporate espionage, and a web of carefully hidden truths, Leona's mission begins to falter. The more she learns about Cassian-the man, not just the target-the more her certainty unravels. Is he the monster she believed him to be, or another victim of the same lie she's been trying to expose? But the deeper she goes, the more dangerous the game becomes. Enemies close in. Her cover begins to crack. And when the truth behind her sister's downfall is finally revealed, it threatens to destroy everything-including the one man who might just see past the velvet lie to the woman beneath. In a world built on secrets, can love survive the truth? Or will Leona's quest for justice come at the cost of her own soul?

Chapter 1 The Wolf in the Headlines

LEONA

They say the camera never lies. But tonight, as I watched Cassian Wolfhart flash a disarming smile for the press-suited, stoic, and surrounded by the glittering elite-I knew better.

Every blink of the camera was a lie dressed in velvet.

Behind that half-smirk and the ten-figure empire was the man responsible for destroying my sister.

I sat on the worn edge of my couch, the TV screen casting cold light across my apartment's chipped walls. Outside, the city moaned through traffic and neon. But inside, all I could hear was the echo of Maya's voice the night she tried to take her own life.

"It wasn't just a mistake, Lee... it was planned. They ruined me. And no one cares."

My fingers curled around the chipped mug of cold tea I hadn't touched in hours. On-screen, Cassian's voice cut clean through the glitz:

"Wolfhart Dynamics continues to push for transparency, innovation, and human-first technology. We are building not just a brand, but a legacy."

A legacy.

Funny. Legacies didn't leave girls like Maya broken and suicidal. Legacies didn't scrub their sins clean with good PR and bleeding-edge AI.

I reached for the remote, ready to end the charade-but then he turned. Just a glance toward the camera. Toward me. And my breath caught.

Not because he was beautiful-though God help me, he was all sculpted arrogance and midnight charm-but because I swore he knew. Knew someone, somewhere, was watching not with awe, but with a quiet, burning fury.

I leaned closer, staring into the hollow of the screen.

"I'm coming for you," I whispered.

Not in the way they always did. Not the star-struck socialites or the boardroom enemies.

No, I was coming with the kind of vengeance that came wearing lipstick and lies. The kind that smiled while it pulled the rug out from under you. I was going to ruin him, from the inside out. I'd pull at the threads of his perfect empire until it unraveled in his hands.

For Maya.

For every girl who didn't make it through what my sister did.

My phone buzzed on the arm of the couch. I picked it up-an encrypted message blinking from my contact at the Sentinel Tribune.

: Package delivered. Your identity is live. You've got an invite. Three days. Black tie. Don't miss it.

My heartbeat stuttered. So it had worked. My fabricated persona-Reyna Lancaster, tech heiress and investor-had been accepted by the inner circle. Cassian's next gala. The bait was taken.

I could feel the shift in the air.

Three days.

Three days until I met the wolf in his den.

I rose from the couch and crossed to the mirror that hung like a scar above my dresser. My reflection met me-green eyes sharp, black curls wild, and mouth twisted into something unfamiliar.

Determined. Dangerous.

"You're not just a journalist now," I told myself, barely above a whisper. "You're the lie."

And soon, Cassian Wolfhart would believe every word.

Then I'd bury the truth beneath his empire.

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