Morning sunlight spilled into the grand halls of the Lu Financial Empire, but instead of the usual calm, a storm was brewing.
The moment Selina opened her eyes, her phone lit up—hundreds of missed calls, thousands of messages.
One headline dominated every news outlet, every social media platform:
"Forbidden Heirs: Damian Lu and Selina Jiang's Illicit Affair Caught on Camera!"
Attached below was the intimate, heart-wrenching photo—Selina in Damian's arms, their lips locked in a desperate, all-consuming kiss.
Her blood turned ice cold.
She barely had time to process the shock when Damian stormed into the room, his face dark and dangerous.
"Selina, pack your things. Now."
"W-what?" Selina's voice trembled. "Damian… how…?"
His jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might break. "Someone leaked it. And this wasn't just a random paparazzi. This was planned. Coordinated."
He threw his phone onto the bed, the screen still glowing with the latest headline:
"Lu Family Elders Outraged—Demand Immediate Removal of Damian as Heir!"
Selina's knees went weak. This wasn't just a scandal; this was an outright war declaration from the Lu Family.
"They're coming for me," she whispered.
Damian grabbed her shoulders, his eyes blazing. "No, they're coming for us. And I'll be damned if I let them take you from me."
Selina's eyes filled with panic. "What are we supposed to do? Run forever?"
Damian's lips crashed down on hers again—this time not out of passion, but pure defiance.
"If the world wants to hunt us, let them. But before that… I'll make sure we burn their precious empires to the ground."
Meanwhile, in the shadows of the Lu Family Estate…
A familiar, delicate hand placed a stack of photos onto the table.
Linda, her face filled with smug satisfaction, leaned back in her chair.
"Consider our deal complete," she said to the hidden figure opposite her.
But the figure stepped into the light, and Linda's smile froze.
It was Emily—alive, dangerous, and holding a new ace up her sleeve.
"Oh no, Linda," Emily purred, her eyes filled with malice. "The real game has just begun."
Fade to black.