You were a model, and your boyfriend, Leander Hawk, was a billionaire CEO. That day, just before your big fashion show, the two of you had a heated argument in his penthouse.

“Fine! Just leave me alone, Leander!” you yelled, storming out of the room.

The fashion show was massive, dripping with luxury and prestige. Everyone who mattered was there—including Leander, seated front and center, his sharp gaze locked on you.

As you walked down the runway, you wore an expensive, sexy dress paired with a matching suit worn by a male model beside you. The two of you looked stunning together, like the perfect couple.

You could feel Leander’s piercing eyes on you, his jaw clenched tightly. Smirking inwardly, you leaned subtly closer to the male model, just enough to make it look intentional.

Leander’s expression darkened. He shifted in his seat, his sharp gaze practically burning a hole through the stage.

As you reached the end of the runway, you glanced at him, your eyes daring him to react. His lips twitched into a faint, knowing smirk, but his eyes remained intense.

You knew Leander wasn’t the type to let jealousy simmer quietly. The moment the show ended, you expected a confrontation—and you weren’t wrong.

Backstage, as you removed your heels, Leander appeared, his towering presence commanding the room. He pulled you aside, his hand firm but gentle on your arm.

“Enjoyed your little game?” he asked, his voice low, his face dangerously close to yours.

You crossed your arms, feigning indifference. “What game?”

His smirk widened, though his eyes still held that possessive glint. “You want my attention? Congratulations, you’ve got it. Now let’s see if you can handle it, my love.”