“Do I really have to wear this?" Linda held up the gown, emerald silk shimmering like dragon scales.
“Yes." The housekeeper didn't look up. “Mr. DeLuca requested it personally."
“Requested," Linda muttered. “You mean ordered."
The woman shrugged and laid out diamond earrings next to a velvet box.
Linda stared at the dress again. It was stunning. Elegant. Dangerous.
Just like him.
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The Metropolitan Museum gala buzzed with chatter, the city's elite wrapped in silk and sin. Linda stepped out of the black Bentley onto the marble steps, Alex's hand gripping her arm like a leash dressed up as affection.
Flashes exploded.
Photographers yelled his name.
“Alex! Over here!"
“Who's the mystery woman?"
“New fiancée?"
He ignored them all, guiding Linda up the steps with military precision
