The jealous Billionaires

Her beauty shines and gets attention as she entered the annual gala event with her red gown looking stunning and being the wife of a billionaire.

Sophia Adams heel clicked softly against the polished marble floor as she entered the grand ballroom of the Adams Foundation's annual gala , hundred of eyes turned her way as she made her entrance, admiring the poise and elegance she wore like armour. She had long grown used to being in the spotlight used to being the wife of Alexander Adams, one of the most wealtiest and powerful men in the city. But tonight, for some reasons she couldn't quite name , the weight of that spotlight felt heavier.

The gala was her husband's crowning achievement, the social event of the year, where the most powerful business people, politician and Celebrities gathered to pledge allegiance to Alexander, either overtly or in subtle gesture of loyalty. Every flower arrangement, every crystal chandelier hanging above and even the exquisite meal being served to guest were all meticously curated as a testament to this success .

As she scanned the crowd , her eye fell on the Alexander himself, standing across the room and surrounded by a group of important - looking man . Even from a distance he exuded a sense of control , a formidable aura that commanded respect. He looked up and caught her gaze , and for a brief, the intensity in his eyes softened as he offered a rare smile. That possessive glint was there, as it always was , reminding her of how fiercely he protected what was his.

He made his way toward her , breaking through the crowd with a confidence that never seemed to waver , his hand slipped around her waist as he leaned in close , his breath warm against her cheek " you look stunning, darling. I don't want to you too far from me tonight", his voice was low and firm and Sophia nodded , masking the mixed emotions churning with her . " Of course, Alex", she replied, offering him the practiced smile that had become second nature over the year.

Alexander had always been possessive , when more so in public spaces like these. Though she understood it was part of his personality, there were the time she longed for a bit of freedom, a moment when she didn't likes she was simply an accessory to his carefully crafted world.

They moved through the crowd together, Alexander introducing her to his business partners and esteemed guest , his hand never leaving her side , Sophia played the role flawlessly, smiling when required, laughing at the right moments, all while feeling a growing sense of detachment. The world around her felt hollow , every conversation and compliments feeling rehearsed, lacking any real depth.

Then, as she glanced over Alexander s shoulder her gaze caught on someone standing alone bear the bar. He was tall, with a casual confidence that contrasted sharply with the polished , controlled demeanor of Alexander and her associates. There was something striking about him , an energy that seemed out of place in a room filled with tailored suit and practiced smiles . His dark hair was slightly tousled and he held a glass of scotch loosely in his hand as she surveyed the room , his eye scanning the crowd with a quiet intensity.

Sophia felt an inexplicable pull, as if some invisible force was drawing her attention to this stranger. She knew she should look away , return her focus to Alexander and their guest , but something about him held her gaze. As if sensing her attention, the man's eyes lifted , meeting hers a calm confidence that sent a shiver down her spine , he smiled – a slight knowing curve of his lip – and raised his glass in a subtle toast in her direction.

Sophia quickly turned her gaze back to Alexander, her heart was beating a little faster , she felt a pang of of guilt, knowing that Alexander wouldn't take it kindly to her noticing another man , even passing. She forced herself to focus on the conversation around her , but the stranger's gaze lingered in her mind a quite thrilled she couldn't quite shake .

Alexander must have senses her distraction because he tightened his grip on her waist , his finger pressing into her side possessively. " Sophia", he muttered, his voice lowly , " stay with me tonight . There are too many people here who'd love to just close to you , and I'd rather they didn't"

His tone was warm, almost affectionate, but there was a possessiveness beneath it that made Sophia's pulse quicken . She looked up at him , seeing the slight edge in his gaze, and forced a reassuring smile . " I'm right here, Alex", she said softly, hoping to ease his tension

The evening continued , each moment blurring into the next as Sophia moved through the crowd with Alexander by her side . But no matter how hard she tried, she shouldn't fully shake the memory of the stranger at the bar. His dark gaze longering in her mind like a forbidden promise . A part of her – a small , rebellious part yearned to steal just one glance at him , to see if he was still watching her.

Finally, as the night wore on , she found herself alone for a brief moment. Alexander has stepped away to speak with an investor, leaving her to wander toward the quieter side of the bathroom. She glanced around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious man , though she wasn't quite sure , what she'd say or do if she actually found him.

As if summoned by her thought, he appeared in her line of slight standing a few feet away, causally leaning against a pillar . His gaze was calm almost, almost amused as he met her eyes once more . He seemed to senses the question in her look , the silent curiosity that had been building all evening.

Before she knew it , he was making his way toward her , his movement smooth and deliberate. Sophia's heart raced , a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling within her . She told herself to turn away , to walk back to Alexander before this stranger got too close, but her feet remained rooted to the spot , when he finally reached her , he inclined his head politely, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth " Mrs Adams, I presume?"

Sophia's breath caught as she nodded, the formality of his address contrasting with the unmistakable spark of intrigue in his eyes. " Yes" she replied, her voice softer than she intended "and you are......"

"Daniel Steele". He said smoothly, extending hand. " I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. You seem...... different from the rest of the crowd"

Sophia shook his hand , feeling a warmth radiate from his touch that sent a jolt through her. She knew she should end this conversation, that Alexander would be furious if he saw her talking to another man , but something about Daniel presence was intoxicating. It has been so long since anyone had looked at her like this – as though she were more than just Alexander wife, more than just another piece of his empire

"Different ?" She echoed, her curiosity piqued

Daniel gaze held hers , his eyes filled with intensity that means her feelings seeing in a way she hadn't in years. "Yes", he replied, his voice low ..... "most people here wear masks. But you ...... I think there's more to you than meet the eyes"

Sophia felt her cheeks flush, her heart pounding as she searched for a response. But before she could speak , Alexander's voice out through the air sharp and yielding

"Sophia", he said , appearing beside her with a tense smile . His gaze shifted to Daniel, his expression hardening, " I see you've met my wife"

Daniel straightened, giving Alexander a polite nod " yes , we were just getting acquainted"

"Well", Alexander replied, his voice tight , " I think that's enough acquaintance for tonight"

Daniel's smile didn't matter falter , though Sophia could sense the tension building between the two men. With a final, lingering glance in her direction

Daniel nodded. " Of course. A pleasure to meet you, Mrs Adams"

He walked away, disappearing into the crowd leaving Sophia with a strange sense of longing and a hint of something dangerous lingering in the air .