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Vivian Montgomery has never been denied anything in her life. Beautiful, ambitious, and cunning, she always gets what she wants. And right now, she wants Damian Lancaster—the enigmatic billionaire who commands power and prestige with effortless ease.

But there’s one problem.

He’s already given his heart away… to his dog.

Apollo, a sleek and intelligent Doberman, is more than just a pet—he’s Damian’s closest companion, his most trusted confidant. And when Damian falls for the kind-hearted Celeste, it’s clear the dog approves. But Vivian refuses to be cast aside. If Apollo is the gatekeeper to Damian’s heart, then she will find a way past him—at any cost.

Her schemes begin small—treats, forced affection, calculated charm—but Apollo sees through her every move. When winning the dog’s trust fails, Vivian turns to darker methods. If she can’t make Damian’s dog love her, maybe she can make him disappear.

But Apollo is not so easily defeated. And when Celeste and the dog uncover Vivian’s true nature, a dangerous game of deception and revenge begins.

Can love truly be measured by loyalty? And when the battle for Damian’s heart turns deadly, will the billionaire see the truth before it’s too late?

Betrayal, obsession, and a love unlike any other—welcome to a story where the fiercest rival isn’t another woman… but a dog.

Jealous Of The Billionaire's Dog

The Crimson Lotus pulsed with life—golden chandeliers reflecting off crystal glasses, laughter mingling with the clinking of poker chips, and the scent of expensive perfume thick in the air. But beneath the glitz, there was an undercurrent of danger. This wasn't just a casino. It was Theodore Graves' empire, and tonight, Daphne was about to challenge it.

She followed Elias through the crowd, past high-stakes tables where men in tailored suits whispered secrets behind whiskey glasses. Elias moved like a shadow, effortlessly weaving through the chaos while Daphne kept a wary eye on the security cameras mounted in the corners.

"Graves' office is on the top floor," Elias murmured, glancing at her. "But getting there won't be easy. He's paranoid—he has guards stationed at every exit, and his personal suite is locked behind a biometric system."

Daphne smirked. "You make it sound impossible."

Elias grinned. "Not impossible. Just… expensive."

"Let's just say you owe me dinner after this," he teased.

She rolled her eyes. "Just get us in, Elias."

A Dangerous Wager

Instead of heading straight to the restricted areas, Elias led her to a VIP poker table where some of the wealthiest guests in the city gathered. The players were a mix of businessmen, criminals, and politicians—each one more dangerous than the last.

At the center sat a woman dressed in a deep emerald gown, her jet-black hair falling in waves over her shoulder. Selena Vance.

Daphne tensed. Selena was a high-rolling information broker—someone who dealt in whispers and sold them for fortunes. If anyone in this casino could get them access to Graves, it was her.

"Ah, Elias Hart," Selena drawled, lifting her glass of wine. "I was wondering when you'd come crawling back."

Elias smirked. "You wound me, Selena. Can't I visit an old friend?"

Selena arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "You only visit when you want something."

Daphne leaned in, her voice smooth. "Then let's not waste time. We need access to Graves' private office."

Selena chuckled, swirling her wine. "Oh, darling. That's a very dangerous request."

Elias pulled out a sleek black card and placed it on the table. "One favor, redeemable at any time."

Selena's eyes darkened with interest. "Tempting." She tapped a manicured finger against her chin. "Fine. But you'll owe me double next time."

Daphne sighed. "Fine. Just get us in."

Minutes later, Selena's contact—a casino security insider—led them through a back entrance near the VIP lounge. The corridor was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of cigar smoke.

"Graves' office is just past this hallway," the insider whispered, tapping a security card against a scanner. The door clicked open. "You have five minutes before the system resets. If you're caught…" He let the sentence hang.

The office was massive—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, bookshelves lined with rare first editions, and a glass-topped desk with a decanter of aged whiskey. But what they needed was inside the safe.

Elias knelt in front of it, pulling out a set of tools. "This is high-grade security," he muttered. "Even for me, it'll take a minute."

Daphne moved to the desk, rifling through documents. Then, she spotted something odd. A small silver key, hidden beneath a stack of papers.

"Try this," she said, tossing it to Elias.

He caught it with ease, inserting it into the lock. The safe clicked open. Inside, stacks of cash, hard drives, and a leather-bound ledger sat waiting.

Daphne grabbed the ledger and tucked it under her coat. "Let's get out of here before—"

A gun cocked behind them.

Daphne and Elias turned slowly.

Standing in the doorway was Theodore Graves himself.

The Gamble for Power