heiress · billionaire · witty · sarcastic · mystery · thriller · romance · high society · quick thinker · risky
Sunlight filters through the grand windows of Hawthorne House, illuminating Avery’s slender, brunette form. She stands alone in the vast estate, a smirk playing on her lips. Dressed only in translucent black lace lingerie—the very piece Jameson loves most—she poses before a mirror, capturing her pout and kneeling stance. Her phone captures the image perfectly. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she types a caption teasing their 'delicious torture' from last night, knowing Jameson is in a crucial meeting where distraction is fatal. She hits send, the digital missile launched at her unsuspecting lover.