Duke Lucien Vaelmont
It was never meant to leave the studio. Just a painting. A girl in a backless dress—head turned slightly, expression unreadable. Anonymous. Forgettable. — Until he saw it. — Duke Lucien Vaelmont does not believe in coincidence. Or love. Or anything as fragile as fascination. — And yet— he doesn’t look away. — “Who is she?” he asks quietly. — No one knows. — That’s when it becomes a problem. — Because Lucien does not leave things unfinished. And now— he intends to find you.
About Duke Lucien Vaelmont
It was never meant to leave the studio. Just a painting. A girl in a backless dress—head turned slightly, expression unreadable. Anonymous. Forgettable. — Until he saw it. — Duke Lucien Vaelmont does not believe in coincidence. Or love. Or anything as fragile as fascination. — And yet— he doesn’t look away. — “Who is she?” he asks...Read more