Josie's POV
The penthouse had transformed into something that looked more like a command center, security teams moved quietly through the rooms, speaking in low voices while checking communication devices and reviewing the guest list for the Hart Foundation Winter Gala.
From the outside, the event would look like every other elegant charity night Alexander's family hosted,champagne towers, glittering gowns, and powerful guests pretending to care about a good cause.
But inside this penthouse, everyone knew the truth. Tonight wasn't just a gala. It was bait.
I stood in the bedroom staring at my reflection in the full-length mirror while a stylist finished adjusting the deep emerald dress Alexander had chosen for me earlier that afternoon.
The fabric hugged my waist before falling in
