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Chapter 1 Rooftop promise and velvet
Chapter 1
Rooftop Promises and Velvet
Shadows The first time Isadora Vellore saw Damien Leclair, he was bleeding-just a little-from his left eyebrow, a silk mask askew on his face, and a Glock tucked into the back of his tuxedo trousers like it belonged there. It was midnight inside Maison Rouge, the infamous estate wrapped in velvet, decadence, and secrets. Paris was sleeping outside. Inside, danger whispered through candlelight and whispered moans.
Isadora was leaning on the balustrade of the second-floor gallery, champagne flute forgotten in her hand, watching the masked guests sway between opium-laced kisses and cruel delight. Her black dress clung to her like a second skin, her heels taller than sin, and her heart heavy with the burden of double lives-foundation heiress by day, mistress of secrets by night.
She didn't want to find anyone. Not until Damien dragged a man by the collar as he stumbled through the crimson-draped archway below. A second later, he let go, turned, and looked up-and their eyes locked.
His were ice grey, sharp as broken glass, but when they met hers, they softened like dawn cracking through storm clouds. The room spun slower. Intriguingly, she tilted her head and touched the silk choker at her neck with her fingers. She descended like a black swan. He straightened. No words were exchanged as she approached. He didn't even bother to explain the blood. That impressed her. "Trouble?" She inquired, turning her attention to the unconscious man at his feet. "Only if you consider truth an inconvenience," he replied, voice deep, low, the kind that wraps around your bones.
She smiled and extended her hand. "Always." "Isadora."
He took it, kissed it without breaking her gaze. "Damien Leclair. I believe I've been looking for you."
That was how it started-not with flowers or sweet lies, but with sweat, shadows, and stolen glances.
They met again a week later on the rooftop of an aging cathedral overlooking the Seine. Paris glittered like a thousand lies told by candlelight. Overhead, a drone hovered. She had followed a courier from the Ministry of Culture, tracking a forged Rembrandt that led her to Damien-again.
This time, he wasn't bleeding. He was smiling.
"Following me, Isadora?" he said, perched on the edge of the stone gargoyle.
"I like "investigating."" "I thought you were a philanthropist."
"I thought you were dead."
He stood, walked toward her. Their silhouettes touched before their bodies did.
"Are you not a part of this world?" he asked, touching her cheek with the back of his gloved hand. "The velvet lies, the silk cages. The masks."
She didn't flinch. "So are you."
"I kill for the government. Your charity tempts them. We're the same sin in different robes."
She took his hand, pressed it to her chest. "Then undress me."
Their first time wasn't sweet. It was thunder and ache and silence wrapped in urgency. Beneath the chandeliers of Maison Rouge's hidden chamber, far from prying eyes and polished alibis, they found truth in touch.
Damien pulled her close like a man drowning. She gave him a kiss like she was on fire. Clothes were ripped, bitten, discarded. Her nails made crescent-shaped cuts in his back. He bruised her hips with longing. They said each other's names like confessions-Isadora like prayer, Damien like surrender.
"You feel like vengeance," he whispered into her throat.
"You feel like coming home," she gasped.
Afterward, they lay together on velvet sheets, the sound of a whip cracking somewhere below them, but here-here was stillness.
He brushed her hair back from her damp face. "Why me?"
Broken and naked, she looked at him. "Because you don't blink when you see me." Damien leaned in, resting his forehead against hers. "I was never afraid of fire."
In the weeks that followed, they met in shadows. She saw him smile as he opened the pocket of a traitor at an underground BDSM club lit by red lanterns. She gave him encrypted flash drives that were hidden in designer perfume bottles in the sterile silence of the intelligence headquarters. On the backstreets of Montmartre, they chased ghosts, dodging bullets and past sins.
They also remained in constant contact with one another. In the rooftop garden above Maison Rouge, under the soft hum of security drones and a moon fat with secrets, Isadora once told him, "We are both knives. But together-we are the sheath."
He kissed her then, slow, reverent. "Then let me stay inside you. Forever."
She allowed him to. Because Isadora Vellore and Damien Leclair discovered love not in purity but in the openness of sin in a city where power was masked by pleasure and where corruption and couture danced together. Beneath the velvet opulence of Maison Rouge, power danced not in broad daylight but in whispers, glances, and the shimmer of silk-cloaked secrets. Isadora Vellore, the enigmatic protégée of one of the nation's most feared strategists and its most coveted pawn, was at the center of its glitz and glamour. Groomed with elegance and sharpened by silence, Isadora wore her beauty like a weapon-an echo of her past, a mask for her future.
Her godfather, Mikharl Ardent, played chess with men's lives from shadowed balconies of the Palais d'Or. A political puppet master with the temperament of a scholar and the ruthlessness of an old-world tyrant, he had raised Isadora not as a daughter, but as a masterpiece. Her role was never meant to be personal. Yet somewhere between the gilded cages of Maison Rouge and the teeth of war, Isadora began to think for herself.
Damien Leclair, by contrast, was the storm to her still waters. A senior agent in the state's clandestine security network, he operated with surgical precision and a moral compass that bent only when broken. He was drawn to Isadora, even though he had no faith in her or a full understanding of her. Their alliance was forged not by choice, but by a mission that neither could control: to dismantle a ring of political seduction masquerading beneath Maison Rouge's crimson drapes.
At Damien's side, and often behind him like an ominous shadow, stood Sebastian Ryker, a fellow agent with a talent for sabotage and a grudge that burned slow and deep. Damien and Sebastian had once been partners. Now, their rivalry was the stuff of whispered legend in intelligence corridors. Where Damien pursued with logic, Sebastian pursued with blood. Where Damien sought truth, Sebastian only sought advantage. And Isadora, ever the mystery, was a battlefield neither man could fully claim.
Commanding Maison Rouge with ruthless grace was Céline Dravoux, its second-in-command and a former mistress of kings. Céline's loyalty was less to the nation than to the balance of power-and perhaps to Isadora, whom she viewed with a blend of maternal indulgence and pragmatic suspicion. Céline knew the game well: women were weapons, and the world paid best for obedience wrapped in charm.
Among the rising stars in Maison Rouge was Valentina Morel, a courtesan whose allure threatened even Isadora's reign. Young, hungry, and dangerously intelligent, Valentina understood that seduction was not just an art-it was currency. She danced her way into the confidences of ministers, smugglers, and the dying, but her true ambitions lay further north-in the seat of government, or perhaps on the grave of those who stood in her path.
Meanwhile, outside the palace walls, Ana Wolfe, an intrepid journalist with a nose for buried truths, stitched together fragments of scandal. Ana had previously been silenced for exposing a false affair. She was now unrelenting, unafraid, and far too close to the Vellore legacy as she operated from the margins. Ana believed Isadora knew more than she let on. She was right.
And then there was the name no one dared speak too loudly: Lucien Vellore. Presumed dead in the riots of Vallon three years ago, Isadora's elder brother was once a rising military officer with dreams of reform. He had been mourned, archived, and forgotten when he disappeared. But recent tremors suggested he might be alive-and working against everything Mikharl Ardent had built.
Isadora felt his shadow in every mirror, in every coded letter left unsigned. She had buried a brother. But perhaps she had only buried the idea of him. Now, as storm clouds gathered over the Republic's fragile peace, she had to ask herself: If Lucien returned, would he still be a brother-or a rival?
In this game of secrets and seduction, there were no innocents. only members. And the rules were always changing.
The air inside Maison Rouge pulsed with masked mystery, candlelight, and champagne. Amid the swirl of velvet and secrets, Isa stood like flame incarnate-commanding, untouchable, draped in red silk. Her eyes locked with a masked guest near the staircase, a man who moved with the calm precision of someone used to danger. Damien. Unbeknownst to her, he was no mere guest but an undercover agent sent to infiltrate the club and uncover ties to a long-dormant criminal network. But Isa, with her sultry confidence and cryptic smile, unraveled his composure with a glance.
Their connection was instant. Electric. She circled him like a predator, pressing past his defenses. They collided in the opulent parlor's shadows, first with words and then with mouths, testing boundaries that neither of them could define. She whispered wicked riddles; he answered with silence and touch. For one brief hour, Damien forgot the mission. He gave in.
Later that night, as the gala waned and laughter faded, Isa returned to her private dressing room. Her skin still burned from his touch. However, when she saw the red envelope beneath her mirror, she felt the chill. Inside: a single sentence, demanding the client list of Maison Rouge, or else. The signature wasn't a name-but a crescent carved through a star. etched into the ashes of their previous existence is the very thing her mother used to be afraid of. Suddenly, everything Isa had built-her sanctuary of secrets, seduction, and silence-was under siege. And someone from the past wanted her destroyed.
Damien, meanwhile, uncovered a classified file linking Isa to a shadow pol
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They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
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Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
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Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
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Forgiveness Denied: Entangled With My Ex's Uncle
Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
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You Are Mine, Omega
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
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Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
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