KELVIN POV
I held my phone tightly, thumb hovering over the screen as her image stared back at me.
The masked lady.
Even with half her face hidden, there was no missing it, the curve of her waist, the fullness of her hips, the way she carried herself like she needed validation from no one. Confidence wasn't something you could fake, and that woman wore it like a second skin.
"Damn it…" I muttered, leaning back into the leather chair and taking a slow sip of wine.
*Why does it always have to be him?
Alexander Blackwood. The name alone left a bitter taste in my mouth. Everything about him irritated me, the way the media worshipped him, the way investors threw money at his feet, the way every industry he touched turned to gold. Fashion, film, media, luxury brands, name it, he owned it
