The entire globe was buzzing with one headline:
#RunawayWifeGoesGlobal#QueenAmelia'sWorldTour#BillionaireCEOLeftBehind
Ethan Blake stood before his massive office screen, eyes bloodshot, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.
On the screen was a crystal-clear livestream.
Amelia was sitting elegantly at a seaside café in the French Riviera, the ocean breeze teasing her silky hair. She wore a pure white sundress that fluttered gently against her flawless skin, sunglasses perched on her delicate nose, and her signature red lips curved in a faint, mocking smile.
Across from her sat Leo Moretti, the second richest tycoon in Europe, known for his playboy ways and impossibly charming smile.
Leo leaned closer, his tone flirtatious yet dangerously sincere.
"Amelia, I don't usually chase women," Leo purred, his hand reaching for hers. "But for you, I'm willing to rewrite my entire playboy history."
He lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. The camera zoomed in.
Ethan's eyes darkened to the color of an impending storm.
Meanwhile, in the livestream's comment section:
"Gosh, just marry Leo already! That Blake dude's history!""CEO left her pregnant and begging, and now he wants to act like a victim? Byeee!""Leo + Amelia = The Real Power Couple!"
Back at the café, Amelia took a slow sip of her wine, her crimson lips leaving a perfect print on the glass.
Her voice was sweet, yet every word was a dagger.
"Leo, you're quite bold today," she teased. "But do you have what it takes to handle… me and my two little devils?"
Right on cue, Aiden and Aaron popped their tiny heads into the camera frame, both wearing little tuxedos and dark sunglasses.
Aiden crossed his arms. "Mommy doesn't need just a husband—she needs a dad who can pass our tests."
Aaron leaned in, smirking. "Question one, Uncle Leo: Can you fight off a crazy, possessive ex-daddy?"
Leo threw his head back and laughed. "If he dares show up, I'll handle him personally."
The comment section exploded.
Back in Star City…
Ethan punched the nearest wall so hard that blood immediately seeped from his knuckles.
"Get me a plane! Now! France—Riviera—immediately!"
Liam, his assistant, stammered nervously. "Sir… I already checked. Madam and the young masters… left for Dubai fifteen minutes ago. By private yacht."
Ethan nearly blacked out on the spot.
His voice dropped into a dangerous growl.
"Keep tracking her. Even if I have to chase her across every continent… I'll bring her back. Dead or alive."
Later That Night — Dubai International Fashion Gala
Amelia stunned the world once again.
Wearing a breathtaking black satin dress with a dramatic slit up to her thigh, she walked the red carpet alone, but the two young heirs—Aiden and Aaron—flanked her like her personal royal guards.
Reporters swarmed her.
"Miss White, is it true you've officially divorced Mr. Ethan Blake?"
Amelia's red lips parted into a perfect smile.
"Divorce?" she echoed playfully. "To be divorced, you have to be married first. Last I checked, there was never a legal marriage certificate signed. So technically…"
She turned to the cameras and gave a playful wink.
"…I'm still single. And open to better offers."