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Leon froze for a moment, then gritted his teeth and growled, "Even if you 'bought' me, that doesn’t mean anything! I was forced into this! I shouldn’t have even been at that underground auction!" "Leon, calm down," Jasper's voice remained steady, but a faint furrow appeared on his brow. "Calm down?!" Leon’s voice nearly reached a breaking point, his emotions fully unraveling. "How am I supposed to calm down? Do you have any idea what I've been through? I was kidnapped, auctioned off, and now I’m locked in here, hearing this ridiculous talk about ‘marriage’! How can you expect me to calm down?!" Just as Leon teetered on the edge of losing control, a sharp, piercing voice cut through the air f

I stood up consciously because I didn't want it to be obvious that I was actually trembling from head to toe. Actually, my reassurance was that Suzie was in the house. I could never do this if it were just my husband, Lena, and me in the house because they would definitely not let me go scot-free. Lena's shrieking laughter brought me out of my reverie. “You are just Jason's wife in name, and you know it! Do you not have self-respect? I really can't understand why you are still in this marriage when it is clear that my man does not love you,” Lena finished in one breath. She flipped her hair backward, and I could see the heavy makeup she wore more clearly.

"Mr. Vincent always saves the very best for you. You're fortunate, Ms. Rossi." I gave him a faint smile, walked into the dressing room, and opened the safe. I placed the pink diamond in an empty slot, then stuck a small label beneath it: 97/99. As always, this was Leon's way of "making up" for either his affection or his betrayal. Just as I shut the safe, my phone buzzed with a new email. The sender was Elena, Leon's fiancee. Attached was a photo of a sunset over the Halston River in the background. Leon was shirtless, his muscles sharply defined. His head was lowered as he kissed Elena, who was curled up in his arms.

Leon is working his ass off to build a future for us. I just wish it was enough. Especially with number two on the way. I dress in a loose-fitting shirt and yoga pants, socks, slip-on tennis shoes, looking like an overdeveloped teenager with my curvy hips and C cup boobs set on a petite frame. When Tate starts to fuss, I leave the room, passing the office and finding Leon standing over my desk, my wedding journal in hand. He clucks, the sound raw and pain-filled. My heart sinks to my belly and my eyes sting, seeing him pore over my journal. Snooping edges on betrayal. “You think my dream wedding is a joke?”

"We got married, and I opted for joint properties. I signed over all the wealth my family left me; the company, the properties—it was all under our name. Our love was magical, pure, straight out of a fairytale... or so I thought." Jessica paused the video, then looked at Hannah with wide eyes. Hannah wore the same expression. "Why is Janet talking about Leon?" Jessica resumed playing the video. "Four months into our marriage, Leon changed. He promised he would always protect me, yet he became the reason I went to sleep with bruises all over my body. He would beat me, starve me. He even slept with his mistress in front of me, right on our marital bed. He—" Janet's voice cracked as tears escap

"I know I messed up….I'm sorry….let me make it up to you…….." "Leon, who am I to you?" I asked. "Gem you’re my wife!" he said and I showed him my left hand….. showing him I wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. "I'm not married, Leon. Leon….what do you want. Rose or I……" "Gem, it’s……" "Don’t answer me yet, Leon…..go think about it. When you were gone for a few weeks, I thought of this….when were you going to tell me about your new assistant?......"

My mind scrambled for words, excuses, anything that could undo this moment. “I’m sorry,” I whispered finally. “It’s not what it looks like.” His eyes narrowed. “Then explain.” “I can explain,” I said quickly, stepping closer. “Please, Lucian. Just let me explain.” “What you did not explain,” he cut in, “is that you were married to Alexander Knight. So tell me, Lena. Am I dating a married woman?” “No,” I cried, shaking my head rapidly. “No, no, no. It’s not like that. We are divorced. I swear to you. We are divorced.”

Deji joked. Leon didn’t even smile. “Just pour something.” Half an hour later, the three of them were slouched around Mark’s living room, whiskey half gone, the PS5 humming in the background. Leon explained everything — the debit alert for the ring, the forced engagement planning, Mrs. Wyatt’s speeches, the pregnancy pressure, the lies piling up around him. Then, quietly, he admitted, “I’m losing it. I just… I can’t breathe.” Mark exchanged a glance with Deji.

Across the city, Leon smiled to himself—exactly the kind of challenge he thrived on: charming, smooth, dangerously perceptive. “Let me guess,” he said lightly. “This involves your billionaire problem.” Elena didn’t deny it. “There’s a woman,” she said. “His wife.” Leon whistled softly. “You want me to flirt with a married woman?” “I want you to do more than flirt.” His smile widened. “Define more.” Lowering her voice, Elena clarified. “I want people to think she’s unfaithful.” Silence. Then—Leon laughed. Not surprised, not shocked—just entertained.

Tristan had truly put in the effort when he pursued me back then. He followed me around every day, showing concern and driving away many of my admirers. Unfortunately, that also led to Leon's misunderstanding. But in the end, after all the twists and turns, we still found our way back to each other. What I had thought was just an ordinary blind date turned out to be the result of a decade-long wait. Leon's proposal was extravagant, and someone had uploaded the video online. Soon, everyone knew that a woman named Esther Wilder was about to marry Leon.