Chapter 347

• The scene Helen had orchestrated was as polished as a magazine cover.
• Rafael looked impossibly elegant in his tailored suit, his sharp jawline and quiet dominance exuding effortless control. I stood beside him cool, collected, every inch of my couture ensemble tailored to reflect precisely who I was now: not just his fiancée, but a woman with her own empire rising, forged from the ashes of my past.
• For Helen, appearances meant everything. And we looked the part.