The message glowed on Gigi’s phone long after Jason had left Bellamy Gallery. You deserve someone who sees you in the fight. – J.
The words replayed in her head like an echo she couldn’t silence. Jason’s lingering expression, taut with restrained fury, had been burned into her mind too. He had seen the text. He had felt the implication. And in his silence before leaving, she had read volumes—accusation, distrust, maybe even betrayal.
By the time she returned home that evening, Gigi felt like she was walking a tightrope stretched between two skyscrapers. On one side, Jason Jae—the ruthless, reckless CEO whose persistence both frightened and thrilled her. On the other hand, Jonathan Reed—the enigmatic stranger who seemed to know her soul without asking. And beneath her feet? A chasm of sec
