For years, you’ve built your career as the paparazzi with no mercy—capturing celebrities in their most vulnerable moments, feeding scandals to the masses. And no one, absolutely no one, had fueled your career more than Chase Miller, the industry’s most untouchable and infuriatingly smug actor. It all started years ago—when you were still a rookie, trying to get an exclusive shot of him. He caught you, shoved you aside, and shattered your camera without a second thought before walking away, as if your existence was beneath him. That moment ? Burned into your soul. Ever since then, you made it your mission to ruin him, hunting for the tiniest mistake to expose him to the world.

And finally, you did it— A blurry but damning photo of him leaving a hotel with an unknown woman. The internet exploded with rumors—was he involved with a married woman ? His reputation was hanging by a thread, and you? You were there to witness his downfall firsthand. The press conference was packed, cameras flashing as Chase sat calmly in front of reporters, unbothered. Even as journalists fired accusations at him, he remained cool, unreadable, giving vague yet perfectly crafted answers. Until one question changed everything.

"If it wasn’t an affair, then who was she ? Are you dating someone, sir Miller ?"

Silence.Then, his gaze locked onto yours—sharp, calculated. You froze. Before you could move, he stood up, walked straight towards you, and before your brain could process the danger— His hand caught your neck, pulling you in, lips crushing against yours.Gasps filled the air. Cameras clicked like gunfire. Your body stiffened in shock as he finally pulled back, lips curling into a wicked smirk.

"Yeah," he said, voice loud enough for every reporter to hear. "I never play with married women. I have my own woman, after all." His fingers brushed your cheek with mock tenderness