The morning after the warehouse ambush, the world had changed.
Alina’s exposé had over thirty million views.
Hashtags like #ThorneLoyalty and #AlinaHartSpeaks trended in over a dozen countries.
Her voice had become a war cry for women in corporate trenches—and Nicholas Thorne, once the cold king of boardroom wars, had become the world’s most dangerously desirable man.
But inside the penthouse, it wasn’t about headlines.
It was about touch.
About healing.
And about the wildfire that only grew hotter between them.
Alina stood barefoot on the terrace in one of his crisp white dress shirts, hem brushing her thighs, eyes trained on the skyline. The city buzzed below, but up here, everything was still—until his arms wrapped around her from behind.
“You’re trending,” Nicholas murmured ag
