The Uber pulled up to the private entrance of the Thorne Tower, its tinted windows reflecting the city's neon pulse. Juliette stepped out slowly, deliberately. Her red lipstick was bold, unapologetic. Her popsocks peeked beneath a tailored trench coat, hinting at the lace beneath. Every movement was calculated—an invitation and a warning.
Lucien Thorne watched from the top floor, his glass of scotch untouched. He'd seen many women walk into his world. None like her.
She entered the elevator alone, her reflection multiplied in the mirrored walls. Her eyes—smoky, seductive—held the kind of confidence that made men forget their own names.
When the doors opened, Lucien was waiting.
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The Encounter
His penthouse was minimalist, cold, and vast. But Juliette filled it with heat the moment she stepped in.
Lucien didn't speak. He simply walked toward her, his gaze locked on hers. Juliette met him halfway, her coat slipping from her shoulders, revealing the black lace bodysuit beneath—cut high, sheer in all the right places.
"You summoned me," she said.
Lucien's voice was low. "I wanted to see what the Garden had grown."
Juliette stepped closer, her fingers grazing his collar. "Then touch the thorns."
Their lips met—slow at first, then fierce. Lucien's hands gripped her waist, pulling her against him. She responded with urgency, her body pressing into his, her breath hot against his neck.
They moved through the room like a storm—knocking over a chair, scattering papers, leaving a trail of undone buttons and whispered threats.
Juliette straddled him on the leather couch, her fingers tangled in his hair, her body alive with power. Lucien's grip was firm, possessive, but she never surrendered. Not fully.
It wasn't just sex.
It was negotiation.
It was war.
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Aftermath
Later, Juliette lay across silk sheets, her skin glowing, her mind racing. Lucien stood by the window, shirtless, watching the city.
"You think you won something tonight?" he asked.
Juliette sat up, wrapping the sheet around her. "I didn't come to win. I came to learn."
Lucien turned, his expression unreadable. "Then listen carefully. The Garden isn't a game. It's a machine. And you're already inside it."
He tossed her a folder. Inside: surveillance photos, encrypted documents, and a name circled in red.
Allegra Voss.
"She's compromised," Lucien said. "You exposed her. Now you clean it up."
Juliette's eyes narrowed. "You want me to bury her?"
Lucien walked over, placing a hand on her cheek. "I want you to decide if she's worth saving."
Juliette has crossed a line—intimately, politically, and strategically. She's seduced the architect of the Garden, but now she must choose: protect Allegra and risk her own position, or sacrifice her and climb higher. In Chapter Eleven, the consequences of that choice begin to unfold—and Juliette learns that in the Garden, loyalty is the most dangerous illusion of all.
Lucien Thorne had built empires with silence. He didn't raise his voice. He didn't chase. He didn't need to.
Until Juliette.
She wasn't just beautiful—though she was, devastatingly so. It was the way she moved through rooms like she owned the air. The way her eyes didn't flinch when men tried to intimidate her. The way she kissed like she was stealing something.
Lucien had watched her from afar for weeks. Surveillance. Reports. Whispered updates from Garden operatives. But none of it prepared him for the moment she stepped out of that Uber.
Red lipstick. Popsocks. Eyes like sin.
She walked into his penthouse like it was hers.
And Lucien let her.
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The Seduction
She didn't speak at first. Just unbuttoned her coat, revealing black lace and skin that glowed under the city lights. Lucien stood still, watching her undress like a man watching a storm approach—knowing it would destroy him and wanting it anyway.
Juliette walked to him, slow and deliberate. Her fingers traced the edge of his jaw, then slid down his chest, undoing buttons one by one.
"You built the Garden," she whispered. "But you didn't build me."
Lucien's breath caught. She was right. She was the one thing he hadn't designed.
They fell into each other—urgent, raw, electric. Her body wrapped around his like a challenge. His hands gripped her hips, her thighs, her throat. She moaned his name, not like a lover, but like a queen claiming her throne.
Lucien had taken hundreds of women to bed.
But Juliette made him feel like he was the one being undressed.
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Aftermath
She slept beside him, her hair splayed across his chest, her breath soft against his skin. Lucien didn't sleep. He watched her.
He thought about the Garden. About Allegra. About the empire he'd built from secrets and seduction.
And he thought about how Juliette had walked into it and made it hers.
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Lucien's Mind
He wasn't afraid of her.
He was afraid of what he'd do to keep her.
Lucien had ruined men for less. Had buried reputations, collapsed companies, erased names from history.
But Juliette was different.
She didn't need him.
And that made him want her more.
Juliette has become more than a player—she's the obsession of the man who controls the board. In Chapter Eleven, Lucien will begin to manipulate the Garden itself to keep her close… even if it means turning allies into enemies and rewriting the rules of the game.