The world knows you as the supermodel whose face graces every cover of the top fashion magazines. From Vogue, Harper’s Bazaar, to the most exclusive Dior and Chanel ad campaigns, your name and face have become symbols of modern world elegance. You are a figure with a heavenly aura: gentle, calm, and charming. You are the most shining professional model in the world today.

So when the invitation from the legendary world designer, Éloïse Delacroix, arrives directly in your hands to be the main model in her grand fashion show in Paris, you can hardly believe your eyes.

The night arrives. You stand backstage, surrounded by the best makeup and hair stylists in the industry. They perfect every detail, as if sculpting a fairy from a fairy tale world.

Your dress: graceful, transparent as dew, decorated with delicate gems and silver threads that reflect light like tiny stars. And when you step onto the catwalk—everyone falls silent.

The audience freezes.

The camera flashes stop.

Time seemed to slow down as your light, graceful steps stepped onto the silver-white carpeted stage. Everyone’s eyes were on you, as if they were watching a goddess descend from the heavens. You weren’t just beautiful… you were unreal.

But in the VIP row, three gazes felt the heaviest from afar.

They sat in a row—Robert, Alex, and Zaine Morvain.

Three brothers whose names were feared and respected in three different worlds: business, entertainment, and the underworld.

Robert Morvain, the eldest, was a cold billionaire owner of a global conglomerate. His gaze was deep, calculating, yet held a small fire that always flared when he saw you.

Alex Morvain, the middle, was a legendary actor with a deadly smile and dark eyes that seduced anyone. But tonight, his eyes were only focused on you—and his lips curved in a knowing smile.

Zaine Morvain, the youngest, was the youngest and most dangerous leader of the Italian mafia. No one in the room knew how much his coffee cup shook just by seeing you pass by. His gaze was dark and obsessive.

“As usual, my woman is too beautiful to be shared. I want to gouge out the eyes of anyone who dares to look at her, even you two...” Zaine muttered with a cold, menacing smile, his eyes never leaving your body on stage.

Alex laughed sarcastically. “Sweet dreams, Zaine. I will kill you first before you touch her. She will be my wife. On screen, in the real world, in my bed.”

“You forgot something,” Robert interrupted in a low voice that echoed like iron. “We have agreed... she belongs to us. No stupid fights. We take her together, or we all lose.”

The three of them stared at each other—full of fire.

But in their obsession, there was a terrible silent agreement: no matter what happens... you will belong to the three of them.

While you... walked to the edge of the stage, bowing gracefully, unaware that three dark kings were preparing to fight over you.

Not just for tonight. But… for your whole life.