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Chapter 12

작가: Nivi Rosa
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The morning after the premiere tasted like old makeup and mint gum.

Serena sat on the bathroom counter in an oversized T-shirt she didn’t remember owning. Her knees were drawn up, eyes locked on the mirror, mascara smudged just under one eye. She looked like a ghost of someone who used to believe in things.

The premiere had gone well.

Which meant it had gone exactly as they needed.

The dress had fit. The carpet had flashed. The headlines had bloomed fast and feverish. Aiden Wolfe had smiled
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    Lucian's arrival did not interrupt the conversation.Around them, the party continued performing its version of normality. Glasses clinked. Someone laughed at something that couldn't possibly have been funny. Across the room, a director Serena vaguely recognized became intensely fascinated by a painting he'd likely ignored for the last hour. Nobody was watching. Everyone was watching. Lucian seemed to register the atmosphere immediately. He didn't seem to care though.. He'd spent twenty years surviving rooms exactly like this. His gaze moved from Seraphina to Serena and back again, as though assessing damage after a natural disaster. Or perhaps predicting it. "Excuse us," Serena said suddenly. Neither of them looked surprised. Which annoyed her more than it should have. Seraphina merely lifted her champagne glass slightly.

  • Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife   Chapter 105

    The invitation arrived folded into a cream-colored envelope so expensive it felt vaguely offensive. Serena turned it over once in her hands before opening it. No note. No greeting. Just an address in Prague's Old Town and a time written in elegant black ink. Eight o'clock. Tomorrow. That was all. She stared at it for a long moment. Then she laughed. Not because it was funny. Because it was absurd. The sound made Gia glance up from where she sat surrounded by three phones, a laptop, and what appeared to be enough caffeine to medically concern a physician. "What?" Serena slid the card across the table. Gia read it. "Oh."

  • Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife   Chapter 104

    Vivian Glass had spent twenty-three years in Hollywood. She had survived cult scandals, studio coups, political donations disguised as charity galas, three Oscar campaigns that should have resulted in prison sentences, and one actor who accidentally started an international incident because he couldn't distinguish a diplomat from a waiter. This was worse. Not objectively. Strategically. Objectively, no one had died. No one had been arrested. No one had leaked a sex tape. Yet. But strategically? Vivian stared at the six monitors covering the conference room wall and knew exactly what she was looking at. A war. The kind that started quietly and then swallow

  • Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife   Chapter 103

    The café is not subtle. Serena clocks that immediately—the glass frontage, the clean sightlines, the tables arranged just far enough apart to feel private but not nearly far enough to be private. It’s the kind of place that pretends discretion while quietly accommodating spectacle. A place that understands exactly what it is. Gia chose it well. Or maybe the city did. Prague has a way of offering stages without announcing them. Serena pauses just outside, her reflection caught briefly in the window—dark glasses, hair loose but intentional, coat draped just so. Not overdressed. Not careless. Considered. Behind the reflection, she sees him. Aiden Wolfe hasn’t changed in the ways that matter. He’s at a corner table, back to the wall—of course—posture relaxed in a way that isn’t relaxed at all. There’s a stillness to him that reads like restraint rather than calm, like

  • Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife   Chapter 102

    The first thing Serena notices is the sound.Not the shouting—that comes later, swelling like a tide—but the mechanical staccato of cameras. Relentless and precise, a thousand shutters fire in uneven rhythm, like something alive and hungry and coordinated enough to feel intentional. It echoes down the hotel portico before she even steps out of the car. For a moment, she stays where she is. The door is open. The night air leaks in—cooler than it should be for this time of year, carrying the faint scent of rain and city exhaust and something metallic beneath it. Prague doesn’t care about Hollywood, but Hollywood has found a way to bleed into it anyway. “Serena,” Gia says quietly. Serena turns her head. Gia is already watching her—sharp-eyed, immaculate, phone in hand, hair pulled back like control itself has a physical form. There’s no panic in her expression. No surprise. Only concern but already

  • Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife   Chapter 101

    Serena reads it three times before the words stop rearranging themselves into something less cruel. They don’t. The headline sits at the top of her screen like a verdict already passed, loud in a way the apartment is not. Morning has come to Prague in a pale, indifferent wash—light filtering through gauze curtains, turning everything the color of something already remembered. The city hums below her window, distant and uninterested. It has seen worse things than this. It will see worse things again. Her name is there. Not just her name but also her mother’s, resurrected with a scalpel. A ghost dressed in accusation. Flesh cut open like an animal. Serena Rivera, now Vale. She stares at that part longest. It wasn't true. She wished it were, almost. Wished Lucian hadn't refused to give her his name. It was so sacred for him, and it made her feel maybe she would be too. Someone worth protecting li

  • Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife   Chapter 94

    Serena’s words cracked like glass under pressure, sharp and final, slicing through the last thin thread of restraint in the car. Lucian didn’t let them land. He surged forward—fast, desperate, one hand cupping the back of her neck, the other fisting in the fabric of her dress at her waist—and k

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  • Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife   Chapter 92

    Serena’s chest ached with the effort of not staring back at Lucian. The ache had teeth. It gnawed low in her ribs every time she caught the small, unconscious ways he and Seraphina moved in tandem: the slight tilt of his head when Seraphina spoke, the way her fingers brushed the stem of her glass

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  • Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife   Chapter 89

    The Ravielle Set – Present Day, Los Angeles Soundstage Mid-Afternoon, During the Third Lighting Reset The rain machines hissed like secrets being forced out of lungs. Serena stood frozen near the edge of the active floor, arm

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  • Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife   Chapter 90

    The ocean outside Seraphina Devacraux's floor-to-ceiling windows crashed against the cliffs like a perpetual accusation—relentless, unforgiving, the kind of sound that reminded you some things never truly receded. They just gathered force in the distance, waiting to break again. The house itself

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