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SHOCKING CAFÉ BRAWL: Marisa Alexander Channels Her Inner Karate Kid!

Chaos erupted at the 3 Broken Eggs café yesterday, where heiress Marisa Alexander turned a peaceful afternoon into an action-packed spectacle straight out of a Hollywood blockbuster.

Eyewitnesses and viral footage confirm that the usually low-profile daughter of billionaire athlete turned coach Erik Alexander delivered a flurry of expertly executed punches and kicks, leaving one man with a broken nose and another sprawled on the floor like a ragdoll. And no wonder-Marisa holds a black belt in karate, and she wasn't holding back.

"She didn't even flinch," said one stunned onlooker. "One second they were arguing, and the next-BAM! She had them both on the ground. It was wild."

The video has since exploded across social media, with hashtags like #KarateHeiress and #MarKnowsBest taking over timelines. Viewers are fiercely debating whether this was a case of self-defense or just plain violence.

In the footage, Marisa moves with the precision of a seasoned fighter, dismantling her opponents before café staff or onlookers could intervene. But what sparked the incident remains a mystery. Neither Marisa nor her family has issued a statement, leaving the internet buzzing with theories.

"Why does an heiress even need to know karate?" one tweet read. "Is she secretly a vigilante? Because I'd watch that movie."

Whatever the truth, the Alexander heiress-who typically avoids the spotlight-has now become an internet sensation.

What could drive someone so collected and private to such a public outburst of violence? And who were the men on the receiving end of her fury?

One thing's for sure: Marisa Alexander has proved she's not one to mess with.

Stay tuned as we uncover the truth behind this jaw-dropping café brawl!

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Zen chuckled under his breath. Tabloid articles were usually lazy and written by incompetent failed journalists, but even this was something. A quick glance at the girls' socials, and he knew just who the unidentified males were. They were in nearly every picture she'd had on her socials, going back for years. Until the past summer, that is.

Whatever happened to cause such a fight, it wasn't worth wiping her socials clean, it seemed. But it was enough to put the usually anonymous girl straight into the spotlight.

That was the only thing he'd found on her, however. Despite a few days of looking, he was always drawn to the same article, the same fight video. She was squeaky clean and the incident did little to harm her public image. Unlike the image he'd acquired as the notorious younger brother to an infamous rockstar, hers was squeaky clean. Whilst his was addled with drugs and scandals, she was, in effect, a saint.

If she were to come out with what she'd seen, who wouldn't believe her?

"-I don't know what to do," Cate sobbed, her body wracked with helpless tears. "She's going to ruin everything-my husband, my career, my life. Everything I've worked for, gone in the blink of an eye because some stupid little girl thinks she can blackmail me. Me!"

She wiped at her cheeks, but the tears kept coming, hot and furious. "I don't know what to do," she repeated, her voice barely a whisper. "I feel like I'm drowning. I feel like I'm already dead."

How dramatic.

Zen tucked his phone into his pocket, tired eyes honing in on the older woman's disheveled figure. Casting a glance at the clock, he realized Catherine had been crying into his cushions for over two hours. This wasn't what he had in mind when he let her in for an impromptu visit.

Silently observing the unrecognizable woman, he brought his cigarette to his lips.

Catherine Townsend was never the type to be emotional. She was a confident, experienced woman who knew exactly what she wanted and did what she could to get it. Her rationality drew him to her. Of course, she was also his type; tall, blonde, and unapologetically selfish.

A woman who posed a challenge, and whose vibrant blue eyes promised it.

Only now, she was reduced to tears by some little girl. Frankly, he didn't know who this woman was. Certainly no one he recognized.

He leaned further onto the balcony rails. When would this be over? Hopefully, soon. He wasn't the type to suffer women's tears, and he wasn't going to make an exception now.

Cate paused mid-sob, lips pulling into a sneer as her palms swiped at her cheek. "And you," Her eyes cut to his apathetic figure, "you fucking bastard, you don't care at all!" she said, her voice shaking with anger. "You never fucking care!"

He arched a thick brow, taking another drag of his cigarette. "Oh, I care," he said sarcastically, smoke curling around his lips. "I care deeply that you're mourning the loss of a job you hate and a marriage with a man you can't stand. You hate it all, yet you cling to it like it's your lifeline." He paused, taking another drag. "But sure, keep crying. It's a great look for you."

As he spoke, his words cut like a knife, and yet he couldn't help the twisted humor that bubbled up inside of him, making him chuckle. Cate's face hardened at his words, clearly not finding him amusing.

"This is all your fault-"

"Right," he drawled, smoke curling from his lips. "It's my fault you tripped and landed on my dick. Happens all the time. Must be a design flaw."

"Do you think this is funny?" Cate spat, her voice shaking. "I wouldn't be in this situation if it weren't for you! You think I wanted this? I wanted him-this life- it's suffocating, but it's mine. It's all I have. And now, because of you..."

Zen doubted it. The older woman was unhappy. With her life and where she was. With the role she was forced to play. And in Zen, she found an escape. She would have been here, sooner or later, if not with him then someone else.

They both knew it. Because as much as she claimed to love her husband, as much as she claimed to have meant her solemn vows, she loved the excitement of an illicit affair more. A wolfish grin spread across his features, eyes twinkling with a dangerous light.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe I led you down the wrong path. Poor you. But you were following me, weren't you? Eagerly. Every last step." He grinned. "At least we can agree it was worth it."

Cate shook her head in disbelief. But now, the older woman was no longer crying.

"I don't know why I bother with you," she muttered, annoyance coating her grief. "You're such a prick."

He'd heard worse. He shrugged. "You keep coming back to me. Clearly, I'm not the issue, no?"

After all, it was her who'd barged into his apartment in the middle of the night.

Her eyes rolled at his smart-aleck tone, at the way he always had something to say. But at the same time, his confidence, his words-that was what drew her to the tempting young man. She couldn't help herself.

He kept his eyes trained on her, a knowing gleam in them as he took another drag of his cigarette, blowing smoke in the air. "You calm enough to think clearly? I'd rather not listen to you whine for another half hour, sevgili."

Zen sat back, putting out his cigarette on the rail. He could see the helplessness in her eyes. Scenario after scenario was forming behind those pretty little eyes, but they both knew she was cornered.

He could help, of course. Whilst she was whining and crying, he had time to come up with a plan.

But he'd never give it up without using it to his advantage.

Just when the woman pushed her face into her palms, ready to cry yet another bout of useless tears, his voice filled the air.

"I have a plan."

Cate looked up, hope flickering in her eyes. "What plan?"

He pushed off the rail with a laugh. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it. I'll take care of it. You just need to do something for me."

She watched warily as he entered from the balcony, sauntering forward with an ease she couldn't mimic. He was enjoying this, she realized. Enjoying this far too much.

Cate's face hardened. "What do you want?"

What he wanted was simple. He approached the older woman until he stood between her legs. Craning her head up to look at him, he relished in the sight of her red-rimmed eyes and puffy face. Flashes of his hands tangled in her blonde locks, pumping into her hot mouth as her red-rimmed eyes looked at him with wonton desire lifted the corner of his lips. His fingers gripped her chin, bringing her gaze higher.

"I want you to leave your husband," Zen said, his voice low, steady. "And I want you to be with me."

Her eyes widened as she pushed his hand away, her lips pulling into a disbelieving sneer. "What? Are you insane? I can't just leave my husband!"

He shrugged, stepping back and letting his hand fall, his expression unfazed. "It's your choice," he said smoothly. "But you and I both know the truth." His voice softened, dipping into something almost tender. "No one will ever understand you like I do. Not him, not anyone else."

Her breath hitched, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. His dark eyes locked onto hers, unrelenting. "I'm just giving us what we both want. So why waste time pretending?"

Her gaze faltered as his words settled in, digging deep. In a way, he was right. How many years had she lived like this? Suffocating under the weight of lies, forcing herself to come home to children she never wanted, pretending to be the perfect, doting wife. All she'd ever wanted was freedom. To be seen. To be understood.

And Zen saw her. He always had. He'd seen her at her most selfish and still never turned away.

But just as he saw her, she saw him. The darkness beneath his charm, the sharpness in his control. The loneliness that he could never seem to hide. Not from her. Never from her. She knew it the moment she first laid eyes on him-how deep that loneliness must run. It was what drew her to him in the first place, what made her stay when she knew she shouldn't. It was intoxicating, that unspoken understanding between them.

A mirror to her own emptiness.

Temptation and confusion wavered in her eyes. Seconds passed. Minutes.

"If...if I leave him...you'll...take care of Mar?"

Zen arched a brow, his expression almost mocking. "Don't tell me you doubt me."

A shiver ran through her body at his words, at the gleam in his eyes. She wrung her hands until they turned pale. Her voice came out breathless. "Okay," she said finally, her tone trembling. "Okay. I'll do it. I'll leave him. But only when the situation with Mar is handled, and not a moment before."

His grin widened, wolfish and unrepentant.

He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. She stiffened for a moment but gave in as his hands slid down her sides. Her earlier tears seemed forgotten as he hauled her up into his tattoed embrace. As she wrapped her legs around his waist, they were quickly replaced by soft, breathless giggles.

"You're insatiable." She managed, gleefully wrapping her arms around his neck. "I bet you've been waiting all night to do that."

"All fucking night."

He devoured her lips once more, walking her to his bedroom. And it didn't take long for those sweet sounds to quickly morph into low, tantalizing moans.