Fury and Fire
The door slammed open.
Isabella rushed in, her breath uneven, her hands trembling as she clutched her phone tightly.
"Alexander!"
He looked up immediately.
One glance at her face—
And he knew something was wrong.
"What happened?" he asked, already standing.
She didn't speak.
Couldn't.
Instead—
She walked straight to him and shoved her phone into his hand.
"Explain this…"
Alexander frowned slightly as he looked down.
Then—
His expression changed.
Gone.
The calm.
The control.
Replaced by something darker.
The photos.
Him and Isabella.
At the club.
Holding each other.
Kissing.
His jaw tightened instantly.
"Where did you get this?"
"It's everywhere," Isabella said, her voice shaking. "Social media… blogs… people are talking about it."
Silence.
Heavy.
Alexander's grip on the phone tightened.
Too tight.
"Who did this…?" she whispered.
He didn't answer immediately.
Instead—
He walked to his desk.
Picked up his own phone.
Dialed a number.
"Find out who leaked those photos," he said coldly. "Now."
He hung up without waiting for a response.
The room felt suffocating.
Isabella wrapped her arms around herself slightly.
"What if this affects your company…?"
He turned to her instantly.
"I don't care about that."
She blinked.
"I care about you," he added, his voice lower now.
Her heart tightened.
But the fear didn't leave.
"People are already talking…" she said softly. "They're saying things… about me."
That was it.
Something snapped.
Alexander's expression darkened completely.
"No one touches you," he said sharply.
"No one talks about you."
But it was too late.
They already were.
A knock came on the door.
"Come in."
One of his security staff stepped in quickly.
"Sir, we traced the source of the photos."
The room went still.
"Who?" Alexander asked.
A brief pause.
"It was arranged through a private photographer…"
Another pause.
"Hired by Mr. Lucas."
Silence.
Dead silence.
Isabella's eyes widened.
"Mr… Lucas?"
Alexander didn't move.
Didn't speak.
But the air around him changed.
Dangerous.
"I want every detail," he said coldly. "Every contact. Every payment. Everything."
"Yes, sir."
The man left immediately.
The moment the door closed—
Alexander laughed.
Low.
Dark.
Dangerous.
"I warned him…"
Isabella felt a chill run down her spine.
"Alexander…"
He turned to her.
And for the first time—
She saw it clearly.
Not just anger.
Rage.
"He thinks this is a game," he said slowly.
"He thinks he can use you to get to me."
His fists clenched.
"He's wrong."
Isabella stepped closer carefully.
"What are you going to do?"
A pause.
Then—
A dangerous calm.
"End it."
Her breath caught.
"Alexander…"
He softened slightly when he looked at her.
Just slightly.
"I won't let anyone ruin you," he said quietly.
Her heart trembled.
Because she believed him.
But at the same time—
She knew something else.
This wasn't over.
Not even close.