The soft morning light streamed through the large curtains in Cleopatra's penthouse bedroom, enveloping the room in a warm golden hue. Louis stretched slowly, feeling his body still slightly heavy from the lingering effects of last night's wine.

He took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. But the moment he turned to his side, his breath caught in his throat.


Cleopatra was right beside him.

His heart jumped in panic as his eyes widened, staring at the woman sleeping soundly next to him. What happened last night?!

His mind spun rapidly, trying to recall the last details before he fell asleep. He remembered lying on the sofa in the living room, trying to avoid Cleopatra's teasing. Then… how did he wake up in Cleopatra's bed?!


Carefully, he lifted the blanket slightly and peeked underneath.

His clothes were still intact.


He hadn't done anything.

Louis exhaled deeply, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief. "Thank God… I didn't do anything."

He leaned back against the headboard, his gaze shifting to Cleopatra, who was still fast asleep.

Her face looked so peaceful, different from the usual Cleopatra—full of energy and dominance. Her long hair was slightly messy, yet still perfect. Her lips were slightly pursed in her sleep, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

For the first time, Louis saw Cleopatra as someone beyond just a seductive, strategic woman.

She was just a woman… sleeping peacefully.

Unconsciously, Louis smiled a little.

(Inner monologue Louis) "Whoever gets to have her must be very lucky… If I were her husband, would I be happy?"

But that smile vanished the moment reality hit him.

No!

He quickly shook his head. Don't think like that, Louis! You're just caught in a weird situation! Nothing more!

He turned to face the other side, trying not to look at Cleopatra for too long. But the more he tried, the harder it was to ignore her presence beside him.

What should have been a peaceful morning had become Louis Toreto's greatest test.

Louis was still staring at Cleopatra, trying not to think about anything inappropriate. However, the more he tried to distract himself, the harder it became not to notice the small details about her.

His eyes unconsciously drifted downward…

Cleopatra's ample chest was slightly exposed from her slipping nightgown. Her skin looked so soft, the sunlight making her appear even more tempting.

Louis swallowed hard.

Damn it, why am I looking at this?! he panicked internally.

His face grew warm, but as if possessed by an unseen force, his hand began to move—almost without him realizing it.

His fingers nearly touched—

Ahem.

Louis instantly froze.

With a look of pure horror, he slowly glanced upward—only to find Cleopatra's eyes already open, watching him with a victorious glint.

Cleopatra smirked mischievously, her eyes narrowing in playful amusement.

"Oh my, why did you stop, Louis?" she teased, her voice husky from sleep.

Louis felt like his heart was about to leap out of his chest. Oh, God! She's awake!

In the blink of an eye, he flipped onto his side, turning his back to Cleopatra as if nothing had happened.

Cleopatra, watching his reaction, let out a quiet laugh. Ah, Louis was truly too easy to read.

But, of course, she wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away.

"Why are you so panicked, Toreto?" she asked, deliberately making her voice sound more playful.

Louis tried to regulate his breathing, but it was useless. He could still feel Cleopatra's piercing gaze burning into his back.

"P-Panicked? I'm not panicked."

Cleopatra grinned wider. "Oh really?"

She leaned in closer, then whispered something in his ear.

"We could enjoy this morning with a more… exciting workout, you know?"

Louis jumped out of bed!

"I—I'm going to the bathroom!" he blurted, not daring to look back.

He hurried toward the bathroom, nearly tripping over his own feet in his frantic escape from Cleopatra's deadly temptation.

The moment the door slammed shut, Cleopatra laughed in satisfaction.

She lay back down on the bed, allowing her body to sink into the plush mattress.

With a triumphant smile, she whispered softly, "You're mine, Toreto."

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In the spacious and modern penthouse kitchen, Cleopatra Thompson stood casually, pouring coffee into a luxurious porcelain cup. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, mingling with the soft scent of her perfume.

She was still wearing her thin satin nightgown—almost transparent—allowing the cool morning air to brush against her skin. The satisfied smile remained on her lips, recalling how panicked Louis had been before he bolted to the bathroom.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated on the kitchen counter.

Peter Moon was calling.

Cleopatra picked up the phone with one hand, bringing it to her ear without any urgency.

"What is it, Peter?" she said lazily, stirring her coffee.

From the other end of the phone, Peter let out a long sigh, sounding utterly exhausted.

"Boss, where are you? Louis isn't at the office either!"

Cleopatra chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter. Her tone was teasing.

"Hmm… I have him hostage, Peter."

Peter fell silent for a few seconds before exhaling sharply.

"For God's sake, don't traumatize him, Cleo."

Cleopatra laughed even harder, thoroughly enjoying her secretary's reaction.

"Relax, Peter. I've already prepared for every possibility—including if I get pregnant before marriage."

Peter, who had just lifted his coffee cup to take a sip, immediately choked!

"WHAT?! BOSS! DON'T GO CRAZY!"

Cleopatra nearly doubled over in laughter, holding her stomach as she struggled to contain herself.

"Oh, Peter, your panicked reactions always brighten my day."

Peter, still trying to catch his breath after nearly choking on his coffee, cleared his throat loudly over the phone.

"Cleo, I'm serious. Don't joke about this. If something like that actually happens, you could ruin your entire plan!"

Cleopatra shrugged casually, even though Peter couldn't see her.

"You know, Peter… maybe that's not a bad idea," she said, her voice sounding too serious for a joke.

Peter groaned in frustration.

"Please tell me you're kidding…"

Cleopatra smirked. "If I get pregnant, I can speed up this wedding, right?"

Peter nearly screamed!

"CLEO, YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY INSANE!"

Cleopatra laughed in satisfaction, then took a slow sip of her coffee while, on the other end, Peter was most likely massaging his temples from stress.

Finally, after a few seconds, Peter gave up.

"Do whatever you want, just don't forget about your 10 AM meeting! And for the love of God, DON'T get pregnant before your fake marriage becomes real!"

Cleopatra let out a soft laugh before ending the call.

She placed her phone on the counter, then turned her gaze toward the still-closed bathroom door.

She knew Louis was still hiding in there, trying to compose himself after this morning's teasing.

A sly smile curled on her lips.

In a quiet voice, she whispered to herself, "You're definitely mine, Toreto."

And with that, she walked to the dining table, patiently waiting for her target to emerge from his hiding place.

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The morning sky over the city was still covered in clouds as Cleopatra and Louis sat inside her luxury car, heading toward the office. Louis sat in the passenger seat, his head still slightly dizzy from the overwhelming morning filled with Cleopatra's teasing.

He thought they were going straight to the office, but suddenly, Cleopatra turned the car toward a high-end shopping district.

Louis immediately frowned suspiciously. "Where are we going?"

Cleopatra only smiled mysteriously as she parked the car in front of a luxurious suit boutique.

Louis let out a long sigh. "Cleo, I don't need a new suit!"

Cleopatra turned to him casually, removing her sunglasses before smirking. "But I need you to look more presentable beside me, Toreto."

Louis clicked his tongue in irritation. "I already have enough suits."

Cleopatra shrugged indifferently. "Not good enough. I can't let my fiancé—oops, I mean, my assistant—look shabby."

Louis stared at her in frustration. "Cleo…"

"Don't argue. Get out," Cleopatra ordered nonchalantly before stepping out of the car with her usual elegance and confidence.

Louis shook his head in defeat, knowing there was no point in fighting Cleopatra over something like this. Eventually, he gave in and followed her inside the boutique.

The moment they stepped inside, the scent of genuine leather and expensive perfume greeted them. The boutique was spacious, filled with racks of exclusive suits that probably cost more than Louis' three-month salary.

A sales associate approached them with a professional smile. "Good morning, Miss Thompson. It's a pleasure to see you again."

Cleopatra nodded elegantly, then gestured toward Louis. "I need a suit that fits him. Make sure the size is perfect and the cut is impeccable."

Louis cleared his throat, feeling uncomfortable with how Cleopatra was treating him like a fashion doll.

"I can pick one myself, Cleo," he muttered.

Cleopatra simply waved her hand dismissively. "You could, but your taste is terrible."

Louis groaned in frustration but knew arguing was pointless.

As Louis was trying on one of the suits, the atmosphere suddenly shifted.

A voice—one that was very familiar—echoed through the boutique.

"Noah Walter."

Louis recognized that voice even before he turned around.

And sure enough—a tall man with a handsome face and an air of confidence had just entered the boutique.

Noah Walter. Cleopatra's ex-boyfriend.

Louis frowned but remained silent, trying to stay neutral.

Noah, noticing Cleopatra, paused for a moment before flashing a wide smile and walking toward them.

"Cleo… I didn't expect to run into you here."

His tone was too familiar, making Louis unconsciously clench his fists at his sides.

Noah opened his arms as if about to embrace Cleopatra, but before he could move any closer, she swiftly raised a hand to stop him.

"Don't overdo it, Noah."

Her voice was cold, and her eyes sharp as they met the gaze of the man who was once a part of her life.

Noah let out a small laugh, but Louis could see the annoyance hidden in his eyes.

"I was just greeting my ex-girlfriend," he said casually, though there was a provocative edge to his tone.

Louis held himself back from reacting, though deep down, something about this man irritated him.

Cleopatra smirked slightly, looking at Noah as if he were nothing more than a forgettable piece of her past.

"We're done, Noah. I have no reason to be friendly."

Noah shrugged, still maintaining his easygoing demeanor. "Relax, Cleo. I'm just making conversation."

Louis stayed silent, though his gaze remained watchful. He had no right to interfere, but something told him that Noah wasn't just here for small talk.

Noah turned his attention to Louis, eyeing him with an evaluating look before smirking.

"So, this is your fake fiancé, huh?"

Louis frowned. He wasn't expecting Noah to know about that.

Cleopatra smiled sweetly—but dangerously. "More than that."

Louis glanced at her briefly but didn't deny it.

Noah let out a small laugh, but there was something unsettling in his expression.

Louis could feel the tension in the air but chose to remain silent.

Yet deep inside, he didn't like this man's presence.

And for some reason, he had a gut feeling—this encounter was only the beginning of something much bigger.

Noah smirked slyly, his eyes glinting with something that wasn't goodwill. Louis could sense the growing tension in the air. The way Noah looked at Cleopatra suggested that he still believed he had some hold over her—but Louis knew Cleopatra wouldn't let herself be played.

"Are you still mad?" Noah asked, feigning innocence. "I heard you need a partner to secure your inheritance."

Cleopatra and Louis both froze!

Cleopatra's sharp eyes instantly narrowed, her body stiffening. Her usual confident demeanor shifted to something much more alert.

"How do you know about that?"

Noah chuckled, his voice laced with satisfaction. He knew he had her full attention now.

"Noah." Cleopatra repeated her question, her voice even colder. "How do you know about my inheritance?"

Noah stepped closer, his smirk widening.

"From your uncle," he said smoothly. "Theodore told me."

Cleopatra froze.

Her heart pounded—not from fear, but from rage.

Louis glanced at her, reading the sudden shift in her expression. He had never seen Cleopatra this angry before.

Noah took advantage of the silence, leaning in as his voice dropped lower.

"We could get back together, Cleo… We could marry," he whispered. "And I could help you secure that inheritance."

Louis clenched his fists.

Without hesitation, Cleopatra grabbed Louis' hand and held it tightly.

Louis stiffened but didn't pull away.

Cleopatra lifted her chin, her gaze locking onto Noah's with sharp, victorious confidence.

"Sorry, darling Noah," she said with sickly sweet sarcasm. "I already have a fiancé."