Page 3 of Dominant Billionaire's Irresistible Possession

"Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery! You both look perfect as always!" one reporter beamed. "A stunning match!"

"I swear, I haven’t seen a more beautiful couple in one frame," another chimed in, mics pointed at them, faces full of admiration.

"Congratulations on your second anniversary!"

“Thank you.” Theo smiled politely, nodding at the cameras. Sienna turned to look at him with warmth in her eyes, her fingers brushing over his arm affectionately.

"Mr. Montgomery, last year, you gifted your wife a private jet and a limited-edition supercar!" one reporter exclaimed. "And let's not forget the twenty luxury bags. Any chance we’ll hear what you’ve given her this year? Our viewers are dying to know!"

Sienna laughed softly, her eyes gleaming. "This year, Theo gave me a villa and a private island. He even had a special vacation house built just for me. It's beautiful. I’m planning to visit it soon."

The camera flashes intensified. Theo smiled proudly and tucked a loose curl behind her ear with a gentle touch that made the onlookers sigh in admiration.

"You two are still just as in love as when we first saw you," a reporter gushed. "Mr. Montgomery, you really spoil your wife. A perfect husband!"

Adrian’s grip on the whiskey glass turned lethal. His jaw clenched hard, the muscle ticking as rage sparked in his eyes. He could barely breathe as he watched Sienna lean up and kiss Theo softly on the cheek.

Adrian turned away instantly.

With a sharp flick of his wrist, he hurled the glass to the floor. It shattered into pieces, the loud crash piercing through the noise of the party. Shards flew in every direction, but Adrian didn’t even glance at the mess.

He stormed off, shoulders stiff, fury radiating off him like heat.

“Perfect couple, huh?” he muttered under his breath, mockingly. “As long as I’m alive, you’ll never belong to another fucking man.”

Sienna’s head turned sharply at the sound of the crash. For a brief moment, she caught a flash of the back of a tall man in a brown suit—broad shoulders, powerful stride.

Her heart skipped a beat.

That walk… That presence… That back... she knew it too well. She had clung to it in pleasure, in heartbreak, in love, in silence.

Her smile faded for just a moment.

But the crowd moved, and the figure disappeared into it like smoke. She shook the thought away.

"Maybe I imagined it," she told herself, forcing a smile back onto her face as she turned to Theo again.

Adrian headed toward the exit when Matthew, his secretary, caught up to him in hurried strides.

"Mr. Vaughn," Matthew said, stepping in front of him. "Here."

He handed over a phone with a photo displayed on the screen. “It’s confirmed. Theo is definitely having an affair.”

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Adrian took the phone and glanced at the screen. A photo.

Theo. Kissing another woman.

The picture showed him in a secluded area, lips pressed against a blonde with short hair. She was short in height. Theo cupped her face with both hands, clearly lost in the moment. There were no crowds, no witnesses—only the two of them.

"The woman in the picture is clearly not Miss Donovan," Matthew said quietly. “It was hard to get this picture. He’s very careful. But after months of digging, we finally caught him.”

Adrian’s lips curled into a sneer. His jaw locked, and his fingers curled around the phone like a vice before he tossed it back to Matthew without a word and stormed out of that place.

Two days later, Adrian entered Max Mall—the crown jewel of the city’s luxury. The air inside smelled of fresh roses and expensive perfume. The marble floors gleamed under crystal chandeliers that hung like dripping diamonds from the ceiling. Glass elevators moved soundlessly between floors, their gold-trimmed doors opening to reveal stores that didn’t display prices, because if you had to ask, you couldn’t afford it.

Designer boutiques lined both sides, each one dripping in wealth. Armani, Dior, Patek Philippe, and brands so exclusive they didn’t even advertise. Private lounges with velvet curtains were tucked into corners, meant for clients who wanted to spend millions in peace. Even the staff walked like models, dressed better than most CEOs.

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