"Let's not worry about her attitude right now," Chloe said, rubbing her temples to ward off an impending headache. "Call the venue and see if they can adjust our booking. Even if they charge us an extra fee, just agree to it."

"Got it. I'll get on it right away!" Olivia nodded, turning to leave. But as she did, her sharp eyes caught something. She paused, leaning in closer with a mischievous grin. "I was wondering why you weren't more annoyed about the schedule change, Chloe. Looks like you had a... very good night."

"What?" Chloe asked, genuinely confused.

It took her a second to register Olivia's meaningful gaze. Instinctively, Chloe grabbed the small mirror from her desk. There, right above her collarbone, was a cluster of distinct, reddish-purple marks. Hickeys.

Despite his usual coldness during the day, Julian was fiercely possessive in the dark. He rarely spoke during their intimate moments, but he always left his mark, a silent, aggressive claim of ownership.

Seeing Chloe's flushed face, Olivia chuckled. "You know, Chloe, you've been with your boyfriend for a while now. When are you going to bring him around so we can finally meet him?"

"Just go fix the schedule!" Chloe deflected with a forced smile, though her chest tightened painfully at the question.

About a year ago, due to an unexpected family crisis, Chloe had been forced to return from her photography stint in Europe. She had settled back in New York, trying to rebuild her career from scratch.

Right around that time, she received an invitation to a college reunion.

Figuring she hadn't seen her old classmates in years, she decided to attend.

What she hadn't expected was to see Julian Astor IV there. He was notoriously aloof and rarely attended social gatherings.

Four years ago, after a certain incident, she had hastily moved abroad. Seeing Julian again after all that time had reignited a spark she thought she had buried. The suppressed longing had grown wildly in her chest.

Seeing him sitting alone in a dimly lit corner booth, she had gathered every ounce of her courage and walked over to him.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was the overwhelming nostalgia, but one thing led to another, and they ended up kissing. Later that night, he handed her the key to his penthouse, and she moved in.

Since they got together, Julian would occasionally pick her up from the studio. Her colleagues knew she had a boyfriend, a wealthy and handsome one at that.

But to this day, he had never publicly acknowledged her as his partner.

Chloe pushed the painful memories aside and focused on work. The shoot was scheduled at a luxurious European-style estate just outside the city limits.

Because Chloe's studio offered a premium rate, the estate management was more than happy to accommodate the sudden schedule change.

Chloe packed her gear and immediately led her team to the estate to set up the lighting and backdrops.

The client today was Sabrina Vance. If it were anyone else, Chloe wouldn't have tolerated such diva behavior. She wasn't afraid to drop difficult clients.

But Sabrina had recently landed a massive sponsorship from a powerful billionaire, catapulting her to A-list status overnight. Her market value was through the roof.

If Chloe wanted her studio to thrive in this cutthroat industry, she had to play the game and avoid making powerful enemies.

Just before eleven o'clock, a staff member radioed that Sabrina had arrived.

An assistant scrambled to open the door of a sleek black SUV. Sabrina Vance stepped out, wearing oversized designer sunglasses and carrying a limited-edition Birkin bag. She walked with an exaggerated swagger, trailed by an entourage of assistants, makeup artists, and bodyguards.

Sabrina pulled off her sunglasses, her chin tilted upward as she looked down her nose at Chloe. "You have exactly one hour to get all the shots," she commanded, her tone dripping with entitlement. "I have a facial booked for this afternoon, and a very important gala to attend tonight."

The European-style estate was breathtaking, featuring manicured gardens, marble fountains, and grand archways that provided the perfect backdrop for a high-fashion editorial. Chloe and her team had spent the last two hours meticulously adjusting reflectors and testing camera angles to ensure the natural light flattered the subject perfectly.

Sabrina didn't even glance at the beautiful setup. She marched straight toward the makeshift vanity area, complaining loudly about the humidity ruining her hair. Her entourage buzzed around her like anxious bees, offering her water, fanning her, and touching up her flawless makeup.

Chloe took a deep breath, pasting on her most professional smile. She had dealt with difficult personalities before, but Sabrina's sheer arrogance was grating on her nerves. Still, she nodded politely. "We can certainly accommodate that timeline, Ms. Vance. If you'll just step over to the fountain, we can begin."

Chloe guided the model toward the first setup in the estate's sprawling gardens.

During a brief pause to change lenses, Chloe noticed one of Sabrina's assistants jogging over, looking frantic.

"Sabrina!" the assistant called out, waving a phone. "Mr. Astor's executive secretary just called. He wants you to head to the hotel earlier this afternoon. He's sending a car to pick you up."

Mr. Astor?

The name hit Chloe like a physical blow. She had heard rumors that Sabrina's new billionaire backer was a major player in the corporate world. Julian was the CEO of Astor Holdings... but it had to be a coincidence, right? There were other Astors. It was just a common name in high society. She exhaled a shaky breath, trying to calm the sudden, violent hammering of her heart.

Upon hearing that her wealthy patron wanted to see her early, Sabrina's entire demeanor shifted. She became visibly impatient, clapping her hands and demanding Chloe hurry up.

She didn't even bother to review the photos on the monitor. The second the final flash popped, she ordered her team to pack up and practically sprinted to her waiting SUV.

Chloe watched the dust settle in the driveway, a knot of unease tightening in her stomach. She instructed Olivia to pack up the gear, and they headed back to the city.

Just as she was getting ready to leave the studio for the day, her boss, David Price, knocked on her office door.

"Chloe, I just got a call from an old friend," David said, looking a bit apologetic. "He needs some high-quality candid shots taken at a private banquet tonight. If you're free, could you come with me? The pay is double your usual rate."

"Sure," Chloe agreed. Since Julian wasn't coming home tonight, she would only be cooking for one anyway. She might as well make some extra money and keep her mind occupied.

The banquet was being held at the Atlantis Hotel, a legendary seven-star establishment known for hosting the city's most elite gatherings.

Chloe grabbed her backup camera bag and followed David to the grand ballroom. David introduced her to a few older gentlemen in sharp tuxedos.

"These are the clients I mentioned," David explained quietly. "They need some good PR photos for an upcoming corporate profile. Just find the right angles and make them look distinguished."

"Understood," Chloe said, slipping into her professional mode. She knew how crucial image was for these titans of industry.

She spent the next hour weaving through the glittering crowd, her eye pressed to the viewfinder. The room was a sea of bespoke suits and designer gowns, humming with the low murmur of million-dollar deals being struck over champagne.

Suddenly, a familiar figure stepped into the frame of her lens.

Chloe lowered the camera, her breath catching in her throat.

It was Julian. He was wearing a dark navy suit that fit his broad shoulders perfectly, accessorized with a subtle, vintage brooch on his lapel. He looked breathtakingly handsome, a prince holding court among his subjects. He accepted a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, a rare, polite smile gracing his usually stoic features as he conversed with a group of investors.

But it wasn't Julian's presence that made Chloe's blood run cold. It was the woman standing next to him.

Wearing a stunning champagne-colored strapless gown, the woman had her arm looped intimately through Julian's. Her face was perfectly made up, radiating a smug, triumphant glow.

It was Sabrina Vance.

Chloe stared at them from across the room, her fingers gripping the camera so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Before she left this morning, Julian had told her he had a business gala. She hadn't expected him to be here, at this specific event. And she certainly hadn't expected him to be the "Mr. Astor" Sabrina was so eager to meet.

So the rumors were true. He was Sabrina's sponsor.

Then what did that make her? A convenient roommate? A secret mistress who wasn't even allowed to see the light of day?

The humiliation was a physical ache. Chloe bit her lip hard, tasting copper. Terrified that Julian would spot her, she spun around, desperate to escape the ballroom.

In her blind panic, she collided hard with a waiter carrying a tray of drinks.

The tray tipped, and a full glass of red wine splashed directly onto Chloe's crisp white work blouse.

The cold liquid soaked through instantly, clinging to her skin. The commotion drew a few stares, and the waiter began apologizing profusely.

The noise caught Julian's attention. He turned his head, his sharp gaze cutting through the crowd. He saw Chloe standing there, pale and trembling, her hands frantically trying to pull the stained, translucent fabric away from her chest.

Julian's brow furrowed. He gently but firmly detached Sabrina's hand from his arm and strode purposefully across the room toward Chloe.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice low.