The Wilder ballroom was alive with muted conversation and muted chandeliers, but the center of gravity had shifted: two of the Five Families' most dazzling leaders were zeroing in on Parker. And they didn't arrive together—they were bringing the hunt, one seductive tango at a time.
The air still crackled as the applause faded, but Isabella and Diana had already slipped apart, eyes locked on Parker like hunters scenting the wind. The room shimmered in the afterglow of power, but tonight's gravity centered on the Prince of Existence—and the two women determined to claim just a moment in his orbit.
It began when Isabella Harrington drifted forward, light flickering against her dress like distant fireworks. The crimson silk was liquid ambition, clinging to every curve—chin-length slit showing endless leg, diamond dust literally lighting the path down her décolletage.
He already saw through their little game. He called them out and walked away like a god who didn't beg.
