Leander left Dorian’s mansion with a sharp exhale, the tension from the night still lingering in his chest. The Lamborghini roared to life as he slid into the driver’s seat, his fingers gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than usual. He needed to clear his head. The conversation with Dorian had gone in circles, and Camila's presence had thrown him off more than he wanted to admit.As he pulled out of the estate’s gates, the sleek car hugging the curves of the road, Leander decided he needed something to shift his focus. He’d been meaning to get a new bike, something fast. His old Ducati had served him well, but it was time for an upgrade. Something more powerful, something that matched his current mood.His mind drifted back to the last time he felt that kind of freedom, the wind whipping past him on a long, open road. The thought brought a slight smirk to his lips. He punched the accelerator, feeling the car respond instantly, surging forward with a deep growl. But it wasn’t

Leander sat at his desk, typing out a few last-minute emails. It had been a long week—dealing with Benjamin’s trip, keeping his own business ventures running, and making sure his personal affairs were in order. He was deep in thought when his phone buzzed on the table. A message flashed on the screen from one of his top business partners, Thomas.‘We have a problem. Call me ASAP.’Leander frowned, instantly alert. Thomas wasn’t the type to send cryptic messages. Something serious must have happened. He picked up the phone and called him right away.Thomas answered after the first ring, his voice tense. “Leander, we need to talk. It’s about the Westport deal. Something’s going on.”Leander leaned back in his chair, his expression calm but his mind racing. The Westport deal was one of the most lucrative business ventures they had in the works. It involved a high-profile shipping contract that would bring in millions. “What’s happening? Did something fall through?”“There’s a new player,

Leander eventually stepped out of the Westport Business Center, the cool air hitting his face as he took a deep breath. He had just humiliated Anton and his team, and now it was time to move on to other matters. As he walked toward his car, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Glancing at the screen, he saw Dorian’s name flash across. Without hesitation, he answered.“Leander, we need to talk,” Dorian’s voice came through, tense and hurried.Leander frowned slightly. “What’s going on?”“It’s Camila. I think… I think you were right about her. I didn’t want to believe it, but something happened. Can you come over?”Leander didn’t ask for more details. The urgency in Dorian’s voice told him enough. “I’m on my way,” he replied, getting into his car and heading straight to Dorian’s mansion.As Leander drove, he thought back to his last conversation with Dorian about Camila. Dorian had defended her, convinced she was genuine. Leander had been skeptical, but he didn’t push the issue too hard. He

The atmosphere in Leander’s living room had grown tense since Dorian stormed out earlier. The revelation that Yvonne was Dorian’s wife had caught everyone off guard, but now the consequences were quickly unfolding. Leander sat at the edge of his chair, trying to process everything. Across from him, Yvonne stood with her arms crossed, staring at the floor, her face still tight with anger.“I don’t get it,” Leander finally said, breaking the silence. “Dorian told me Camila was his girlfriend. So, how was I supposed to know he was married to you?”Yvonne let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Dorian loves to twist things to make himself look good. I’m not surprised he didn’t mention me. To him, it’s all about his image—what benefits him.”Leander frowned. “But this is crazy. I didn’t mean to get between the two of you.”“You didn’t,” Yvonne replied firmly. “Dorian did this. He’s the one who cheated first. He’s the one who lied. And now he’s trying to pin the blame on you because it’s

Leander approached Yvonne quietly as she stood by the window. Without a word, he gently placed his hands on her waist. Yvonne stiffened at the touch, her breath catching as she felt the warmth of his hands. “Leander...” she muttered, her voice low and breathy. She didn’t move away, but her posture was rigid. After a pause, she added, “You know, if Dorian saw this, he’d have a heart attack.” Leander chuckled softly, removing his hands from her waist, sensing the tension. “He’s not here, Yvonne.” She turned slowly to face him, her eyes locking with his. There was a flicker of something in her gaze—playful, sarcastic, yet serious all at once. “Oh, I’m sure. But you think this is smart? Playing with fire? You’re the one who said I didn’t owe Dorian anything, right?” Leander stepped back, his hands raised in mock surrender, though a smile played on his lips. “I’m not playing with fire. But if you want me to back off, just say the word.” Yvonne tilted her head, crossing her arms. “Back