Married To The Billionaire Alpha King Chapter 52 - to be glorious

52

~Lira’s POV

I stared at my notifications, my thumb hovering over the screen, and a slow, dangerous smile spread across my face. "Not bad," I muttered. "Not bad at all."

I leaned back, thinking, letting the ideas churn. "If people are going to see with him, then they’re going to see ." I picked up my phone again, scrolling through every single comnt. "Yes... Yes, they like this. They love this. Okay... okay."

I opened my social dia apps one by one. "Let’s take control of this," I whispered to myself, fingers flying over the screen. "Everything has to be perfect. Every picture, every caption. They need to see ... everywhere."

I started drafting posts, snapping selfies with the diamond ring, exaggerating the spark in my eyes, showing off my curves, my boldness. "Alpha Darlon," I said aloud, testing the sound of the na. "Yes... This is mine. Everyone will know. No one will forget . Not her. Not anyone."

I paused, scrolling through the masked club pictures again. "She thinks she has him? Hah. Just wait." My fingers moved fast over the screen. "Every comnt, every post, every story... it’ll all point to . I’ll make sure everyone knows the real Alpha’s woman."

I laughed softly, the sound low and dangerous. "Oh, yes... they’ll notice . They’ll all notice . The jealous ones, the curious ones... I’ll make them pay attention."

I opened another app, checking followers, ssages, tagging the people who mattered. "We’ll start with the ones who matter most. The ones who gossip, who care, who influence..." My thumb hovered, then tapped. "Yes. Yes, this will work. Everything has to work."

I leaned back on my bed, eyes gleaming. "And him... he won’t even see coming. He’ll think I’m just having fun... just being playful. But no. This is more than fun. This is control. This is power. And it’s mine."

I bit my lip, grinning. "Step one... make them all see. Step two... get what I want. Step three... Alpha Darlon belongs to . Not her. Not anyone. Only ."

I paused, looking at the screen, scrolling through my drafts. "Everything starts now," I whispered. "Everything."

I tapped "Post."

The notifications exploded again. Comnts, likes, ssages. And I laughed, a low, satisfied sound. "Yes... Yes, let them see . Let them all see ."

I leaned back, fingers drumming on my bed. "Next... next, we play it smart. No mistakes. No weak moves. Every post, every picture, every word... It’s all part of the plan. The world will notice . He’ll notice . And no one... no one will take this from ."

I paused and whispered to myself, almost like a vow, "Alpha Darlon... just wait. This is only the beginning."

I could feel the obsession burning inside , hot and relentless. My mind raced, plotting the next steps. "Step one done. Step two... oh, yes... step two is going to be glorious."

And I smiled, a dangerous, determined smile, eyes locked on the screen, heart hamring, already imagining the chaos, the attention, the control. "Everything... everything will bend to . And she won’t see it coming."

Then the idea ca to . Just like that. Quick and sharp.

I sat up slowly. "Photos," I whispered. "Pictures of us."

I opened my laptop again and pulled out my old editing software. It wasn’t perfect, but it always did what I needed. I searched for the clearest pictures of Alpha Darlon online. There were many. Events. etings. Interviews. A few candid shots. I saved everything that looked useful.

After that, I went through my own gallery. I picked out pictures where the angle matched his. Pictures where the lighting wasn’t too different. Pictures where I was already dressed well. I dragged them into the editor and started adjusting them.

I zood in. Cropped. Adjusted brightness. I shifted my face closer to his in the fra. I tilted my head slightly so the angles matched. I erased the backgrounds behind us and blended them into new ones. I added shadows where needed.

I worked slowly at first, checking each detail. But after I finished the first image, I found a rhythm.

I created another. Then another. And another.

Soon, I had pictures of us standing together at a gala.

Sitting in a restaurant.

Walking near a car.

Smiling at each other.

His hand was near mine.

My ring was visible.

Whenever a picture looked off, I edited it again. Adjusting the edges. Softening the lines. Fixing the color. Making sure it looked clean.

I didn’t stop.

The house was silent, and only the soft clicking of my keyboard filled the room. I moved from one picture to the next. I changed backgrounds. I matched the lighting. I added little details, like reflections on glass or shadows on the ground.

By the ti the sky outside my window turned pale, I had almost twenty pictures ready. Each one had been carefully edited, angles adjusted, backgrounds blended, and shadows added so that everything looked seamless. I reviewed each image one more ti, zooming in to make sure nothing seed out of place. A small smirk crept across my face as I saw how well they turned out; each picture looked like a real mont frozen in ti, as if Alpha Darlon and I had actually been together at all those events.

I selected the ten that looked the most realistic and saved them into a new folder. I labeled them carefully, so I could track which ones I wanted to post first, second, and so on. It had to look natural, like the monts had been captured in chronological order. Nothing rushed, nothing too staged.

Then I opened my social dia account, making sure everything else around was quiet. I uploaded the first image, checked it carefully on my tiline, and smiled when it appeared exactly as I had envisioned. It looked real. People scrolling through would have no reason to question it.

Next, I uploaded the second picture. Then the third. I spaced them out by a few minutes, timing each upload so it didn’t look like a flood of photos all at once. The captions were simple, nothing dramatic, nothing attention-seeking. I just wrote brief lines: "A morable night," "An evening to rember," "Monts worth cherishing." Enough for people to notice, enough for them to start wondering.

As the minutes passed, my notifications started to buzz. Comnts. Likes. Shares. Reposts. People reacting. Questions popped up, tags started appearing, and soon, it was clear my tiline was filling with attention. People were discussing the pictures, speculating about Alpha Darlon and .

I leaned slightly closer to the screen, scanning through the comnts and interactions. Everything looked clean, clear, and perfectly arranged. The edits held up. No one had noticed any inconsistencies yet. It was exactly as I planned, controlled, polished, and strategic.

By the ti the morning light fully broke through my window, my entire page was filled with pictures of Alpha Darlon and . The uploads had created a continuous feed of supposed monts, giving the impression that we had spent ti together at multiple events. I scrolled slowly, watching the numbers climb steadily, seeing how each post gained attention and engagent. Everything was on schedule. Everything stayed controlled. Every detail had been carefully considered.

I leaned back in my chair, satisfied. My tiline now told a story of us together, carefully crafted and ticulously planned. It was a perfect start to what I had in mind next.