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Vivienne Moreau was born into luxury, destined for a charmed future. But one scandalous mistake stole everything—her fortune, her family’s favor, and even the man she risked it all for. Forced onto the streets in shame, she rises from ruin by embracing the only weapon left to her: an irresistible allure that ensnares society’s most powerful men.

Reborn as Madame V, Vivienne captivates a wealthy baron hungry for her charms and a spirited young marquis who worships her every move. Each patron drowns her in silks and coins, fueling her climb back to wealth. Yet secrets coil in every corner of the grand ballrooms—jealous rivals scheme to see her fall, blackmailers stalk her private affairs, and the gossip-hungry elite watch her every seductive step.

Determined never to kneel before anyone again, Vivienne plays her dangerous double life with cunning and poise. By day, she’s a dazzling widow waltzing on society’s arm; by night, she’s a master manipulator whose bedroom deals reshape noble alliances. When a captivating prince lures her into the glittering world of royal power, Vivienne must decide how far she’ll go—and who she’s willing to betray—to reign supreme among the city’s corrupt and lustful elite.

In a realm of forbidden desires, shadowy intrigues, and steamy midnight rendezvous, Vivienne’s ambition knows no limits. But with enemies closing in and hearts on the line, can she outmaneuver every threat and seize the life she craves? Or will the secrets she’s spun cost her everything—even her newly won freedom?

The Hidden Courtesan is a riveting tale of passion, power, and survival, where one woman’s sexuality becomes her strongest shield in a society that casts her aside. Perfect for fans of scandalous historical romances and high-stakes intrigue, this story draws you into a world of lavish balls, clandestine affairs, and a heroine who refuses to be tamed—no matter the cost.

Silk & Sin

At dawn, Vivienne slipped out of Lucien's embrace, dressing quietly. As she stepped into the corridor, her heart clenched with a swirl of guilt and excitement, recalling the warmth they'd shared. Passing a window, she spotted Julian in the courtyard, apparently training with a guard in sword practice. The sight stirred fresh longing. Could she truly share herself between these two men without fracturing?

She found Julian finishing a practice bout, disarming the guard with elegant efficiency. He turned at her approach, breathing heavily, sweat dampening his hair. "Vivienne," he greeted, surprise lacing his tone. "Out early?"

She nodded, fiddling with the shawl over her shoulders. "I…had an early start. Could we talk?"

He dismissed the guard with a word of thanks, then joined Vivienne near a secluded corner of the stable yard. Morning light bathed his lean form. She swallowed, recalling how last night she'd been with Lucien. No illusions—Julian needed honesty too.

"I spent the night with Lucien," she admitted softly, cheeks flushing. "We…were close."

Pain flickered in Julian's eyes, but he nodded, controlling his response. "I suspected as much. It's part of the arrangement, isn't it? I'm glad you two found some healing."

Relief and sorrow mixed in her heart. "I just don't want you to feel…" She trailed off, uncertain how to phrase her fear of hurting him.

He offered a small, pained smile. "Jealousy flares, I won't lie. But I accepted that from the start. I only ask for a moment of your time today, if you'll grant me that closeness too."

She let out a trembling breath. "Of course. I want that."

He reached for her hand, lightly kissing her knuckles. The stable hands in the distance paid little heed, used to seeing the War Office "advisor" conferring with the Duke's hostess. Still, the gesture sent electricity through Vivienne.

They agreed to meet after breakfast in the orchard. So it was that midday found them strolling among flowering trees again, arms linked. Julian's tension ebbed as they conversed about mundane topics—her updates on estate management, his recollections of capital life. Eventually, conversation ebbed into a soft hush.

In a secluded alcove, he gently drew her close, and she let him. Their kiss was hesitant at first, shadows of doubt creeping. Then passion flared—an acknowledgment of the love they'd built through danger and longing. Vivienne felt the orchard vanish around her as she sank into his arms, tears slipping at the knowledge she'd experienced a similar closeness with Lucien just hours ago. Yet her heart yearned for both, equally precious, equally real.

When they pulled apart, breathing ragged, Julian's brow furrowed with complexity. "I love you, Vivienne," he whispered. "But promise me: if ever this arrangement becomes too strained, if Lucien's jealousy or your own exhaustion grows, tell me. I refuse to be part of harming you."

She nodded, tears still brimming. "I promise. We'll keep speaking openly." Then she mustered a frail smile. "For now, though, let me just…enjoy being with you."

He smiled softly, thumb brushing her cheek. "Always."

They lingered, exchanging tender embraces beneath the orchard's gentle shade. But even the fragrant blossoms and dappled sunlight couldn't banish the specter of jealousy or the knowledge that each night might bring a different man to her side. The triad lived moment by moment, forging serenity in fleeting pockets, uncertain how long they could juggle such precarious devotion without outside forces tearing them apart.

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