Chapter 1

In the heart of Paris, where the Seine flows like liquid silver under the moon, Isabel Laurent sat alone at a dimly lit café. A sip of Bordeaux lingered on her lips when a deep, velvet voice disrupted her solitude. "A woman as beautiful as you should never drink alone." She looked up to find Raphael Moreau, a man with a gaze so intense it could strip away every defense she had carefully built. He was charming, exuding that effortless allure that came with knowing he was dangerous. Their conversation was light, flirtatious, yet beneath the surface, something stirred—an unspoken promise of things forbidden.