The hum of whispered rumors trailed Amelia like perfume as she walked into Hawke Industries that morning.
She could feel them—eyes watching her, voices pausing mid-sentence when she passed. It had started after the gala proposal. One bold move, and suddenly, she wasn’t just Sebastian Hawke’s decorative wife. She was a threat.
And threats, in this building, had a way of disappearing.
She’d always known the corporate world was ruthless. But now, married to the CEO of a multibillion-dollar empire and receiving anonymous threats in her inbox, she realized something chilling.
This wasn’t just business anymore.
This was war.
And the battleground was wrapped in silk ties, red lips, and bulletproof NDAs.
Amelia didn’t flinch.
She’d been trained for this from the moment she stepped into her
