n front of the heavily guarded, ultra-exclusive priv

looking like a modern-day queen, draped in a white cashmere coat over a stunning, crimson Tom Ford dress that hugged her curves flawle

las asked, his voice a low, i

ing in my life," Chantal replied, a r

owers, no audience-just the scratch of a heavy fountain pen against thick parchment. Chantal signed h

Mrs. Cole," the judge sa

him. She was officially his. A fierce, territo

o the waiting car. "It's time to make you

ger had cleared the entire floor, standing at attention with a velv

tal instructed, sitting elegantly on the plush velvet sofa. "Som

to play the modest, demure bride. He picked up a massive, flawless pink diamond-the legend

nd slid the heavy, cold plati

ettled against her skin. She ran her thumb over the shar

amond," Dallas said, his voice thick with pr

k, but quickly scrambled to process

lite, appointment-only br

"Not a sweet, innocent dress. I want a gown designed for a woman who is about

asterpiece. It was a stark, brilliant white haute couture gown, featuring a plunging neckline,

merged from the dressing room. Even though she couldn't see his reaction, th

, terrifying beauty. The dress clung to her body like a second skin, the crys

" Chantal asked, a smi

led, standing up and closing the distance between them. He wrapped his arms around he

Chantal whispered, resting h

d slipped it into her hand. "My personal limitless account. Buy whatever

n the card, her smile widening. "Yo

, his voice dropping to a possessive rumb