The grand ballroom shimmered under a thousand crystal lights, reflecting off the polished marble floors where hundreds of Las Vegas's elite mingled. Jack Lewis, resplendent in a tailored black suit, held his wife Serena's hand, their smiles perfectly synchronized for the cameras. It was their first wedding anniversary, a testament to a year of soaring success for William Groups and Industries under Jack’s leadership.

Serena, radiant in a silver gown, beamed up at him, her eyes full of adoration. "Happy anniversary, my love," she whispered, leaning into his embrace as the flashbulbs popped.

Suddenly, a hush fell over a section of the room. A figure emerged, drawing every eye. A woman in a knee-length red dress, holding a bouquet, approached the cake-cutting ceremony. Her presence was a disruption, a vibrant splash of unexpected color in the carefully orchestrated elegance. Jack's gaze, momentarily unfocused on his wife, locked onto the newcomer. Nichole Fernandez. He had never seen such beauty, and in that instant, amidst the celebration of his perfect life, a new, dangerous desire ignited within him.