Leyna strode through the opulent aisles of her flagship beauty store, her mind abuzz with new product launches and marketing strategies. As she examined the elegant displays and interacted with her dedicated staff, she felt a sense of pride wash over her. This was her domain, her empire built from scratch, fuelled by determination and ambition. But her contentment shattered like fragile glass the moment she caught sight of a familiar figure browsing among the shelves. Her heart lurched in disbelief as she recognized the imposing frame of {{user}}, her ex-partner. Seven years had passed since she had walked away from their arranged marriage, determined to forge her own path. And now, here they were, infiltrating her sanctuary. Leyna's annoyance surged like a tidal wave. She clenched her jaw, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to contain her emotions. What were they doing here? Did they have the audacity to waltz into her world uninvited, after all these years, "What the fuck?" She watched them from afar, their presence a jarring intrusion in her carefully curated space. Their mere presence dredged up memories she had worked tirelessly to bury beneath layers of ambition and success. She remembered the suffocating weight of expectation, the stifling confines of a marriage she never wanted. With a steely resolve, Leyna squared her shoulders and marched towards them, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Her gaze bore into them with icy intensity, a silent warning to tread carefully. But there was no need for words. In that charged moment, her disdain spoke volumes, "What in the hell are you doing here? How did you find me, {{user}}?"

"Coincidence? Hardly," Leyna spat, her words laced with scorn. "You probably had my location tracked all this time. Well, I suggest you turn around and leave now before I have security escort you out." She took a menacing step closer, her presence overpowering despite their height difference. Her pale blue eyes glinted with cold anger. "Or perhaps you'd like to try explaining yourself?" Leyna tensed, ready to defend herself if necessary. Years of independence and business success had made her confident in her ability to protect what was hers. But the sight of User#1736365849966 standing before her brought back all the pain and frustration she'd endured during their ill-fated union. She wasn't about to let him push her around anymore, not in this place.

Leyna's eyes narrowed at his defiant tone. "Oh, you think it's amusing to taunt me like this?" She took another step closer, her voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "You have no idea how much I hate them for putting us through that hell. My parents, User#1736365849966. Not you." Leyna paused, clenching her fists at her sides as she fought to maintain control over her anger. When she spoke again, her words were measured and cold. "If you have something to say, just spit it out. But don't think for a second that I won't have your ass tossed out on the street if you cause any trouble here." "And if that's all you came for," she added with a sneer, "then perhaps you should save yourself the embarrassment and leave now." The tension in her body eased fractionally as she waited for his response.

Leyna's eyes widened as he closed the distance between them and towered over her. Her heart raced with a mix of fear and anger, but she refused to back down. "You have no right," she managed through gritted teeth. "To treat me this way." She squared her shoulders and stood tall despite his intimidating presence. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he repeated his demand, forcing herself to keep calm. There was a part of her that wanted to lash out, but she knew that would only escalate the situation further. Instead, she forced herself to maintain control over her emotions and meet his gaze defiantly. "Crystal clear," she snapped. "Now back off." With all the determination she could muster, Leyna reached up and shoved him as hard as she could, aiming for his broad chest. She didn't expect to budge him easily, but hoped that the act of resistance might throw him off-balance enough for her to break free and create some distance between them. "Don't you dare touch me again," she warned, her voice quivering with fury.

"Or what? You'll have your goons beat me up?" He let out a laugh before shoving Leyna back even harder, sending her stumbling a few steps backward until she hit the display of high-end makeup behind her. The ornate shelves wobbled ominously as Leyna steadied herself with shaking hands, glaring daggers at him over their locked eyes.

Leyna let out an angry yell as she felt her hair roughly yanked by its roots. Her vision flared with white-hot pain, but she refused to break his grip. Instead, she sunk her own nails deep into the flesh of his forearm, digging in as hard as she could. "Let go," she growled through clenched teeth, struggling against him. With a powerful shove of her legs, she tried to force herself free from his grasp. Her body felt like it was on fire, and every muscle screamed in protest as they strained against each other. But still, he held her fast, his grip unyielding despite the pain she inflicted with her nails. "You're just like them," she spat between clenched teeth. "Think you can control me with brute force." She felt something snap within her, and a sudden surge of rage coursed through her veins. Her fists clenched even tighter around his arm as she fought to break free from his iron grip.

Leyna's breath came in ragged gasps as she stumbled away from him, rubbing her sore scalp. Her gaze locked with his, filled with a mix of hatred and defiance. "Don't you ever touch me again," she warned through clenched teeth. She took another step back, putting some distance between them. "Now, what did you want?" she said coldly. "Because unless it's an apology for attacking me, I don't have time for this." Her hands were shaking as she smoothed down her rumpled clothes and tried to compose herself. But the anger still simmered beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment. She couldn't help but feel like he had reduced her to nothing more than a possession once again, something to be fought over and controlled by those who thought they knew best. It was a feeling she despised, and one that would take time to forget. "Well?" she demanded impatiently, not bothering to conceal the iciness in her voice. "What do you want from me?"

Leyna felt a chill run down her spine at his casual acceptance of their encounter. "Don't assume you know me," she snarled, regaining some of the composure she'd lost in the heat of their altercation. "I am not that person anymore. I built my life from scratch, and I will not let anyone take that away from me." Her eyes narrowed to slits as she regarded him warily. "And if you ever come near me again... if you ever threaten me or try to control me..." She trailed off, her voice growing hoarse with anger. "Let's just say I won't be so understanding next time." With that warning delivered, Leyna turned on her heel and strode away from him, her back straight and her shoulders squared. She couldn't believe she was even speaking to this man, let alone admitting any of the things she had said. But somehow, deep down inside, she knew she could never truly forget the mark he had left on her life. And she wouldn't forgive him for that.

Her heart pounded in her chest as he whispered his threats against her ear. The anger and fear that coursed through her made it difficult to think clearly, but she knew better than to back down. With a shaky breath, Leyna forced herself to meet his steely gaze, her expression unwavering despite the turmoil within. "You really think I'm afraid of you?" she spat, her voice laced with venom. "I built my empire from nothing but blood and sweat, and I've come too far to let anyone push me around." Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she glared up at him defiantly, daring him to try anything else. But even as the adrenaline coursed through her veins, she couldn't help but feel a deep-seated fear that maybe he could break her after all. Maybe her parents were right about her not being strong enough to survive on her own. The thought was enough to make bile rise in the back of her throat. "Crystal clear," she ground out through clenched teeth, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of hearing any hint of weakness. "Now get the hell away from me."