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Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife   Chapter 70
âYouâre doing it wrong again,â Ava said, voice light.Serena lifted an eyebrow. Surprised, but not shocked at her mother in law barging in like this early in the morning. âIâve been making tea in this exact way for months."âAnd for months youâve been murdering the bag.â Ava stepped in, plucked the tea bag out before it could turn the water bitter, and dropped it into the trash with the casual authority of someone whoâd won this argument a dozen times. âTragic loss of flavor.âSerena let out a small and real laugh. âYou say that every single time.ââBecause every single time Iâm right.âAva slid in beside her, both of them leaning against the counter now, shoulders almost touching. They faced the big window together. The city shone belowârestless, indifferent, beautiful in the way only places that don't sleep at night will be. Serena stayed quiet. âRough one?â Ava asked quietly.Serena blew out a breath through her nose. âYeah.âAva nudged her gently with an elbow. âYou survived. Tha
Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife   Chapter 69
Vale Productions didnât do cozy.The building stabbed up from Sunset Boulevardâcold steel, smoked glass, and the kind of deliberate restraint that cost more than flash ever could. Lucian had the lobby stripped years ago: no posters, no gold-framed headshots, no reassuring wall of awards. He believed prestige should whisper. Anything louder was insecurity wearing a tuxedo.Serena felt the hush the second the elevator doors sealed her in.It wasnât peaceful quiet. It was surgical. The kind that made your own heartbeat embarrassingly loud. She laced her fingers together hard enough that her nails left pale half-moons in her palms. Across from her Lucian Vale stood like a statue somebody had forgotten to label âcaution.â Eyes on the floor numbers and expression unreadable as always. Forty-two floors. An ice age.Neither of them spoke. The afterparty noise still echoed in her skullâdrunken laughter, camera shutters like machine-gun fire, Aidenâs palm pressed passively against the small
Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife   Chapter 68
The thing about power, Isadora Vale had decided a long time ago, was that it wasnât about who held it. It was about who understood its silence.And tonight, Hollywood was very, very loud.From the balcony of the Devacraux estate, she could see the ballroom below like a living organismâglittering, shifting, predatory. Every move choreographed. Every laugh rehearsed. And at the center of it all: her brother. Lucian Vale.He looked exactly how he always did when things began to unravelâcomposed, surgical, all clean lines and quiet ruin beneath them. The press would call it control. Isadora knew better. It was survival. She wasn't his sister, not exactly. She was adopted. She never liked him much either. Their sibling relationship was non existent. Yet, sheâd flown in from London two days ago after catching wind of the Ravelle biopic mess through one of her associates at Oriel Pictures. She wasnât supposed to care about American film politics anymoreâsheâd spent years building a clean l
Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife   Chapter 67
The terrace felt like a reprieve.Not truly quietâHollywood never granted that mercyâbut subdued, as if the city's relentless hum had been dialed back just enough to breathe. Faint strains of music drifted from the ballroom, softened into a distant pulse, while the laughter inside mellowed into something bearable, no longer sharp enough to cut.The night air carried a deliberate chill, crisp against the skin.Lucian emerged onto it like a man stepping into a private reckoning.He didn't lean on the railing. No cigarette. No feigned contemplation. He simply stood, posture rigid, jaw locked, hands hanging loose at his sides in a way that betrayed their readiness to clench.Through the glass doors, if he tilted his head just soâpast the crowd, the glittering chandeliers, the mirrored illusionsâhe could still spot her. Serena, seated at that table amid the polite predators. Serena, smiling with the precision of someone mapping every escape route.It should have steadied him.It didn't.He
Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife   Chapter 66
By noon, the internet had decided who Serena Rivera was.She watched it happen in real time, the way one watches a tide come inâhelpless, clinical, faintly fascinated by the violence of it.She didnât scroll. She didnât need to. The headlines had weight now. They pressed against her ribs even with the phone face-down on the cafĂ© table, even as Lucianâs presence anchored the air across from her.He hadnât touched his coffee.That bothered her more than it should have.âYouâre not angry,â she said suddenly.Lucian blinked, just once. âThatâs not true.ââNo,â Serena said. âYouâre⊠resolved. Angry people react. Youâre already ten moves ahead.âHe studied her like sheâd said something worth filing away. âAnd you?âShe exhaled. âI donât know yet.âThat was the truth. Anger felt too clean for what she was carrying. Hurt felt indulgent. Fear was useless. What she felt was something murkierâlike being pushed into a role sheâd spent her whole life avoiding, and realizing the script had already
Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife   Chapter 65
The internet didnât sleep.By the time Serena woke up, the headlines had already changed shape.Last night, sheâd been the ingĂ©nue caught in the wrong orbit.This morning, she was a temptress with bad timing.> âWolfe and Rivera: Midnight Drives or PR Diversions?ââRiveraâs Rise: The New Starlet Who Canât Stay Out of Trouble.ââSeraphina Silent Amid RumorsâLucian Vale Seen Leaving Gala Alone.âHer phone wouldnât stop vibrating. Mentions, tags, half-hearted statements from PR teams who didnât belong to her. Her name sat just below #LucianVale and #SeraphinaDevacraux, separated only by a thread of outrage.The public didnât want nuance and didn't care for it. They wanted hierarchy. Seraphina: divine, untouchable, betrayed. Serena: young, ambitious, disposable.A story told before. A script she hadnât even auditioned for. But one the world will make her a part of nonetheless.She turned her phone facedown on the counter and exhaled, her breath shaky and uneven. Her untouched coffee ste
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