Chapter 131: I’m An Empire
Chapter 131 – I’m An Empire
Fiera led the way—heels clicking, hips swaying, tails flicking with anticipation that betrayed just how not-calm she actually was. The thick velvet curtains behind the stage fell shut behind them, cutting off the chatter of the auction hall and replacing it with something far more chaotic.
Backstage.
Models glided around in silk, feathers, crystals, and very little else. Assistants sprinted with clipboards and rolls of fabric. The air smelled like hairspray, sweat, freshly steamed clothes, and adrenaline. And in the middle of it all? Fiera Ninevyn—designer, fox with nine tails and a secret heartbeat that just wouldn’t calm the hell down.
She could feel it pulsing in her ears.
Lux. Behind her. His energy was... ridiculous. Like walking into a fire-lit room and realizing the flames liked you more than the wood. Even now, without saying a word, the women in the room felt him.
And oh, they looked.
Models turned mid-brushstroke. One paused mid-lipstick and smeared it by accident. Another nearly tripped on the hem of her gown while trying to make eye contact.
Fiera didn’t even blame them.
She was doing the same damn thing.
But she had to stay focused. She had to. This was her summer collection. Her most grounded one yet—less frill, more finesse. Luxe materials that felt like second skin. Smart tailoring that didn’t just hint at curves—it celebrated them. It was her "I’m serious, I’m an empire" line. Still sexy, but with power in every stitch. Designed for women who knew what they wanted—and didn’t apologize for wanting to look good getting it.