Nyra_Lea

Zion Carter has everything, wealth, power, and control. But when a quiet girl with haunting hazel eyes walks into his office as his new assistant, his perfectly structured world begins to crumble.
Amira Fontaine isn’t just another employee, she’s the girl he couldn’t forget.
A slow-burn romance set against a backdrop of luxury, secrets, and fate’s unexpected timing.

Entangled with Zion

(From the private journal of Celeste Fontaine ,3 months before her death)

I dreamt of fire again last night.

Not the kind that warms. The kind that consumes. It always starts in the gallery. Mom's Monet melting. Amira screaming. And I'm trapped in the upstairs lounge, clawing at locked doors while the smoke curls around my neck like a silk scarf soaked in gasoline.

I wake up crying and no one notices.

March 11th , Boarding School, Switzerland

Said it would "stabilize" me. That Paris was "too loud" for someone like me.

But the silence here is louder than home. Every hallway echoes with the things we're not allowed to feel. And there's this boy…

I shouldn't write his name. But I can't help it.

He's brilliant. And broken. And he looks at me like he sees everything I try to hide. I know he's older. I know he's connected to that man my father warned Amira about Zion.

Or maybe that's the lie he tells best.

And for a moment, I felt alive. Like I was more than porcelain and paint.

But the next day, he wouldn't look at me. He kept avoiding my calls. And that night… I saw something I wasn't supposed to.

I went looking for him near the west dorm and found him arguing with someone, someone in a black coat. He handed the guy an envelope and said, "This will keep her quiet."

I told Amira I wanted to come home.

She said I needed to finish the semester and stop running.

But something is wrong, Mira. I feel it in my bones. Like the walls are watching me. Like my sketchbooks have been read.

And I swear to God, someone's been in my room.

Zion Carter came to visit the school.

He said it was business with the art board, but he looked at me like he recognized me. Like he knew something.

I followed him into the courtyard and asked if he knew Theo.

He told me to stay away from the Carter brothers.

And then he said something I'll never forget:

"Some legacies are painted in blood, Celeste. You'd do well not to frame yourself inside one."

If anything happens to me… if I disappear… if I die...

And don't believe Zion doesn't know more than he says.

Amira lowered the journal with shaking hands.

She was sitting alone in Zion's penthouse library, the city lights below her blurred through the glass. The leather cover of the journal still carried the faintest scent of turpentine and roses Celeste's scent.

"I told you it would hurt," Zion said from the doorway.

"You were there, Zion. You saw her. You heard her. And you left her in that place."

HER WORDS, HER WARNINGS