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Intro. Christian Grayson had never lost a fight in his life. Not in the ring. Not with words. Not in business. And definitely not when it came to women. So when that bastard—Leo Reyes—walked in like he owned the place and stole his girlfriend in less than ten minutes, Chris didn’t just get mad. He broke. But not the kind of broken you cry about. The kind of broken that makes you want to burn the whole world down. Leo was everything Chris hated. Charismatic, sharp, untouchable. The kind of guy who didn’t flinch under pressure, who didn’t need to scream to make a room fall silent. He had the same cold edge in his eyes as Chris, but where Chris was rage, Leo was control. Ice-cold, calculating, infuriating control. They hated each other instantly. From the moment they locked eyes at that gala—two predators circling the same prey—something vicious ignited. And beneath the hatred, beneath the threats and mocking smiles, there was something worse. Something dangerous. Attraction. They didn’t

Leonardo.

@Christian