Chapter 93: Chapter 93 Viral Alexa
The door slammed in his face.
Leonardo stood there, blinking in shock.
Inside, Bella leaned her forehead against the closed door, her eyes filling with tears. She had just wanted to share a little joy, a small wish. And he crushed it again.
Outside, Leonardo let out a breath.
He didn’t even know what he did wrong this time. But deep down, something in his chest whispered—you messed up.
Leonardo ran a frustrated hand through his hair as he walked towards his room, the tension from Bella’s outburst still buzzing under his skin. His hair, already tousled, now looked wilder—his sharp jaw tense, his shirt slightly unbuttoned from the collar, revealing just enough of his chest to look dangerously charming without even trying.
But the moment he noticed the door to his room already open, his mood shifted.
His eyes turned cold.
He stepped in with silent force, and then—
"What the hell?" he snapped, voice slicing through the quiet like a blade.
Alexa was sprawled across his bed in the most inappropriate way possible, wearing a sheer, silky purple nightdress that clung to her curves like it was designed for one purpose only. Her long legs were crossed lazily, her lips painted too red, her eyes laced with boldness.
Leonardo immediately turned his gaze away, disgust flashing in his eyes.
"Get out," he said in a cold, final tone.
But Alexa only sat up slowly, deliberately, letting the thin strap of her dress fall just slightly off her shoulder. "Why, Leo?" she purred, walking toward him with slow, seductive steps. "You don’t like Bella, do you? If you did, would you really let all of us stay here during your so-called honeymoon?"
He didn’t respond.
"And besides..." she reached her hand out, fingertips almost touching his chest, "I know she hasn’t even touched you yet. She hasn’t warmed your bed." Her voice dipped, sultry and dangerous. "But I can. Just give me a chance. I’ll satisfy every need you’ve been hiding, Leo."
She bit her lips suggestively.
That’s when he shoved her hand away.
Hard.
"Get. Out," he growled, voice tight with fury.
His jaw clenched as he looked away again, disgust clear in every muscle of his face. "Don’t ever try that again."
Alexa stepped back, stunned by the force of rejection, her fake confidence cracking for a brief second.
"Leo—"
"If you’re not out of this room in ten seconds," he said, deadly calm now, "you’ll be sent back to the city before you can pack your lipstick."
And for the first time, Alexa felt real fear shimmer in her spine. Because the man standing before her wasn’t just angry.
He was done.
Alexa stormed out of Leonardo’s room, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, but inside her mind, the defeat didn’t sting—it festered.
That girl—Isabella or whatever innocent image she carried had started to get under her skin.
Tch. If she could just get Leo to let his guard down, seduce him properly, he would forget about that useless girl in no time. Maybe he’d even divorce her. Then she’d be the one on his arm at parties, in headlines, and in his bed—right where she belonged.
After all, what did Bella even have?
That girl was like a naive kitten playing house. Alexa snorted softly to herself as she walked. "She couldn’t even climb on Leo’s bed properly if she tried."
She mentally laughed, eyes flashing with cruel amusement.
With a body like hers? Please. Bella wasn’t the type men lost sleep over. She had soft cheeks and wide eyes—more like a doll someone left on a shelf.
But me? Alexa smirked as she walked into her room, passing the mirror with a slow, deliberate glance. Her curves, her long legs, her pouty lips—they were the kind of weapons that turned men into fools.
She was the dream girl. Wet dream, more like. Men drooled over her, chased her, begged for her attention. It wasn’t even hard.
That’s why I’m famous. That’s why they want me. And that’s why, sooner or later... Leo will too.
And with that poisonous confidence, Alexa tossed her hair back and smiled like a woman already winning.
Leo was a man. A real man. And real men didn’t want soft girls with watery eyes—they wanted heat, thrill, seduction.
"...He’ll forget her. Bella can’t handle him. But I can." She thought.
The next morning, Alexa woke up with a heavy head and a heart full of hate. Though she had failed to seduce Leonardo last night, she wasn’t going to admit defeat—not yet.
She would never lose to that girl.
That pathetic, soft, wide-eyed Women who somehow made everyone fall for her act. Isabella didn’t deserve Leonardo. In fact, girls like her didn’t even deserve to exist in this world, Alexa thought as she turned lazily in bed, hair messy over her silk pillow.
She reached for her phone with one hand and yawned.
Then she frowned.
37 missed calls.
78 unread messages.
Her Instagram notifications were endless. Her group chats were pinging non-stop. Even her ex-co-star had sent a text saying "Girl, are you okay?"
Her brows furrowed.
She sighed dramatically and called her manager.
"What now? Why are you calling me non-stop this early?" she snapped, voice still sleepy and annoyed. "And if you’ve accepted any shows or movie shoots, I already told you—I’m on vacation. I’m not doing anything!"
But her manager didn’t reply with calm professionalism.
Instead, she screamed. "HAVE YOU CHECKED YOUR STORY?!"
Alexa pulled the phone away from her ear, blinking. "What the hell are you shouting for, b*tch?!"
Still grumbling, she opened her Instagram app lazily, thinking maybe a silly rumor had gone viral again.
But the second she saw what was on her own story, her body shot up from bed like electricity had struck her.
Her eyes widened in horror.
The post read:
"I’m in love with a married man. I’m trying to seduce him. I’ll let you guys know if I succeed *Wink*"
Her mouth dropped open. "What... what the hell is this?!"
Before she could even react, she saw her video on her homepage.