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The Price of Silence: Under His Skin

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Elara Vance was the girl who burned Killian Blackwood’s world down. As a brilliant forensic accountant, her testimony cost his family billions. Now, to save the company from an internal traitor, the board has forced Killian to hire the only woman he hates more than he desires. Contracted as his auditor, Elara must work in the shadow of a man who has sworn to ruin her. In a world of high-stakes lies, secret offshore accounts, and cold champagne, the truth is a dangerous weapon—and their chemistry is the spark that might burn everything down again.

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Chapter 1: The Devil in a Tailored Suit
The elevator doors of Blackwood Tower opened with a soft, expensive chime that sounded to Elara like a death knell. She adjusted the strap of her laptop bag, her knuckles white against the leather. Six months ago, she was the golden girl of forensic accounting, the woman who could find a missing penny in a billion-dollar haystack. Today, she was the whistleblower who had nearly dismantled an empire, and walking back into this building felt like walking into a lion’s den. ​She stopped at the double oak doors of the corner office and pushed them open without knocking. Killian Blackwood stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over a rainy Manhattan skyline. Even from the back, he was intimidating—broad shoulders and a tailored charcoal suit that cost more than Elara’s entire college tuition. The silence in the room was heavy, thick with a history of betrayal and public scandal. ​"You have exactly sixty seconds to tell me why I shouldn't have security throw you off this balcony, Miss Vance," he said. His voice was low, a dangerous vibration that seemed to hum through the very floorboards beneath her feet. ​"Because your board of directors signed my contract an hour ago, Killian," Elara replied, her voice steadier than she felt. "I’m not here to sink you further. In fact, despite everything, I’m here to save you." ​Killian turned slowly, his dark eyes turbulent and unreadable. He took a slow, predatory step toward her until Elara could smell his scent—a mix of sandalwood and expensive bourbon. ​"Save me?" he echoed with a hollow, dark laugh. "You’re the girl who burned my world down and danced in the ashes. Why would I ever let you back inside my inner circle?" ​"Because," she whispered, refusing to flinch as he loomed over her, "I'm the only one who knows where the rest of the bodies are buried. Someone is still stealing from you from the inside, and if I don't find them, Blackwood Industries won't exist by Christmas. You need a ghost in your machines, Killian. And I'm the best one you've got."

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