CHAPTER 1 — The Invitation
(POV: Luca, Soren, Archer)
They received the same card.
Same matte black envelope.
Same simple message in gold script:
“You owe her this.”
Suite 47. Friday. 10:00 PM sharp.
Don’t be late.
No sender. No signature. No context.
But they knew.
They all knew.
It could only be her.
Kimberly. Monroe.
Luca arrived first — smooth as ever. Italian leather shoes. Cologne worth more than rent. He ran a hand through his perfect hair as he stepped into the private suite like he still owned something in the room.
He didn’t.
Soren came next. Quiet. Blonde. The softest one. The one who thought he’d been close to loving her. Dressed down. Still smelled like longing.
Archer didn’t knock. Just appeared. All dark eyes, hard jaw, and scars you couldn’t see but could feel in the room like smoke. He once fucked her like it meant something. Until it didn’t.
They all nodded, stiff, like they were in a boardroom.
But they weren’t.
They were here to be unmade.
And none of them were ready for what came next.
