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.

Moris Sinclair stood alone as the sound of Victor Mendez's departure faded into the night. The police had left. Ronan Vale had been defeated.


Because now, Moris wasn't just fighting for power—he was fighting for survival.


Victor had made his move, staking his claim on Moris's empire. But if Victor thought he had won, he was mistaken.


Moris wasn't a man who played by anyone's rules.


As the city lights shimmered in the distance, Sarah stepped beside Moris. "You just agreed to let Victor Mendez control you." Her voice was low, careful.


Moris didn't look at her. "I agreed to nothing."


Sarah frowned. "It sure looked like you did."


Moris turned, his sharp eyes locking onto hers. "Sarah, tell me—who do I trust less? Ronan Vale or Victor Mendez?"


"Exactly." Moris's voice was firm. "Ronan was a threat I could crush. But Victor? He's a kingmaker. He builds people up just to tear them down." He paused. "I won't be his next casualty."


Sarah studied him, reading the tension in his shoulders. "So what's the plan?"


Moris smirked. "We dismantle him from the inside."


The next morning, Moris sat in his penthouse office, watching the skyline. His empire was intact—for now. But Victor's shadow loomed over everything.


A knock at the door broke his thoughts. Isabel walked in, her expression unreadable.


Moris nodded. "You have connections in places I don't."


Moris leaned forward. "I need leverage. On Victor."


Moris's jaw tightened. "Victor has spent years pulling strings behind the scenes. Nobody becomes that powerful without leaving skeletons."


A flicker of hesitation crossed Isabel's face. "If you go after Victor and fail—"


She studied him for a long moment before nodding. "I'll see what I can find."


Moris leaned back. "Good. Because if we don't strike first—Victor will."


Later that night, as Moris stepped into his car, his driver handed him a sleek black envelope.


Moris opened it, unfolding a single sheet of paper.


Chapter 52 - The Game Begins