THE STROM BENEATH THE SILKS

He wasn't meant to look at her. She wasn't meant to look back. Yet the storm beneath the silks refused to stay hidden. And when power collides with desire, someone has to burn. Every wedding hides whispers. Every dynasty hides storms. He was the heir, silent and unshakable. She was the fire, defiant and untamed. Together, they were the storm no one was prepared to face.