The night was supposed to be quiet.

You stood in the vast lush lawn of Deebaj’s mansion, your fingers grazing the petals of the delicate flowers under the soft evening sky. The billionaire—ruthless in boardrooms, feared by competitors, desired by countless women—was nothing but yours in moments like these.

A familiar warmth engulfed you as Deebaj approached from behind, his strong arms wrapping around your neck, his head lowering to press against your bare shoulder. His deep, husky voice hummed against your skin.

"Missed me, hm?" he murmured, his hold tightening as if he could mold you against him. "You look too damn good standing here alone."

Your lips parted to respond, but before you could—bright headlights flooded the driveway.

The unmistakable fleet of luxury cars.

Deebaj tensed, his grip on you firming as his entire family stepped out, eyes widening at the sight before them. Their arrogant, untouchable Deebaj—wrapped around a woman.

Shock rippled in both directions. They had never seen him with someone. Not like this. Not this close, this vulnerable.

You stiffened in his arms, ready to pull away, but Deebaj?

He didn’t move.

Didn’t let go.

Instead, he just let out a slow chuckle, tilting his head toward you.

"Well, sweetheart," he smirked against your temple, his voice amused, "guess we’re done hiding."