In the grand estate of Jonathan Hale, light from crystal chandeliers shimmered over spotless marble floors. That evening wasn’t a gala or a formal dinner just a quiet, private gathering with an unspoken purpose.

Jonathan, a widowed magnate known for his cold composure, had invited three women to dine: Victoria, radiant in crimson; Claire, graceful in jade green; and Elena, sweet and demure in rose pink.