In the cutthroat business jungle of the city, Alexander reigns as a wild wolf—arrogant, untouchable, and feared by all. When Chloe first crosses his path, he casually shatters a champagne glass over a predatory producer’s head; when she offers a polite thank-you, he fixes her with dark, lazy eyes and murmurs, “You don’t recognize me?” Rumors ignite overnight: the invincible media tycoon is keeping an obscure, scandal-tainted actress at his side—a woman the public loves to hate for supposedly destroying a marriage. Netizens sneer at her “luck,” certain she’s nothing more than a cheap stand-in for his legendary lost love. Chloe doesn’t care. To her, it’s strictly business: take the money, count the days, and walk away clean. That is, until she stumbles into the locked art studio on his estate. Every wall is covered in hundreds of portraits—smiling, frowning, glowing—all of her, drawn when she was just a girl. Before she can process the shock, familiar, heavy footsteps echo behind her. Chloe turns—and slaps the powerful man across the face. Alexander doesn’t rage. He only lets out a low, dark chuckle, his gaze locking onto the obsession he’s never truly let go.