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Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife Chapter Ten - Present
Premier Night: Industry Reactions to Half a LifeVARIETY“Produced by Lucian Vale and directed by the reclusive Isobel Myles, Half a Life is an elegant burn through grief and memory, carried almost entirely on the back of a career-defining performance by Serena Rivera.”THE HOLLYWOOD REPORTER“From its fog-drenched Berlin interiors to the aching silences of its Vermont flashbacks, this is a film made with surgical care. Isobel directs like a scalpel. Rivera acts like a wound. And Vale Studios lets them bleed.”INDIEWIRE – Grade: A+“The film that wasn’t supposed to happen—the director who doesn’t do studios, the actress who wasn’t even cast six months before shooting—has become the most necessary film of the year.”THE GUARDIAN“At its core, Half a Life is about silence—and the price of breaking it. That it came from a studio-backed production is a miracle. That it’s good is something closer to a reckoning.”How It Happened (And Almost Didn’t):It was supposed to be Seraphina Devacru
Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife Chapter Nine - Past
Flashback – One Year AgoLucian Vale’s Office, Vale StudiosThe room was silent but not still.It was the kind of silence that came with wealth. Glass walls. Steel lines. Not a paper out of place. The kind of office that was designed to look expensive without showing off, which somehow made it worse. Serena wasn't surprised. Lucian sat behind his desk, watching her the way men like him watched reports. No expression. Just calculation.Serena walked closer. “I’ll do it,” she said quietly. “But I want terms.”She'd gone home to her modest apartment and thought long and hard. Her father would let her stay married to Lucian Vale until both of them are in a grave if he could, but Serena couldn't stand that. She wasn't admittedly dating anyone, but one day, she would like to have a family. A real one. That wouldn't be possible if she was married to him. Not only that, but Serena loved acting. Acting had been a frictional point between her and her mother, always encouraged as silly thing
Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife Chapter Eight - Present
Back to PresentThe lights flashed like an avalanche. Serena stood between velvet ropes, cameras aimed like snipers. Her name was being screamed in twelve different directions. Flashbulbs erupted every half-second.And then—Questions.“Serena! Is it true Aiden Wolfe requested you personally for this role?”“Was Lucian Vale’s presence during filming intimidating—or inspiring?”“Do you feel pressure stepping into the industry with that last name?”“Any comment on the rumors about Seraphina’s original casting?”“Do you think this film is part of a larger strategy for your image?”“Do you think your mother would be proud?”Each question more pointed. Each smile more loaded.Serena kept walking.Kept smiling.She knew some of these questions came from narrative planted by Lucian for her image. Some from people who saw behind it. She won't answer. Not even to the last question.Would her mother be proud? Serena preferred not to think about it. Lucian was nowhere to be seen after leaving.
Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife Chapter Seven - Past
Flashback: Lyon, France. 10 years ago. The hallway outside the ICU stretched like a tunnel—too long, too white, too still. It was the kind of sterile quiet that didn’t belong to grief but to aftermath. A stillness after screaming. A silence after thunder. Something final. Serena walked it alone. Each step felt like her feet didn’t quite touch the ground, as if the world had loosened its grip on her, leaving her untethered. Her hoodie swallowed her small frame, her hands curled deep into its sleeves like she could hide from the moment if she just made herself smaller. The lights overhead flickered too bright. The air tasted of bleach and ghosted metal. And beneath it all—beneath the hospital scent of sterilization and endings—there was the echo of something more personal: perfume, faint, long faded. Her mother’s. She had died quietly. That was the worst part. No defiant last word. No final storm. Just a shallow breath. Then stillness. A woman who shone brightly, chaotically, wh
Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife Chapter Six - Past
Serena stood still, uncertain. She didn’t move. Not right away. She waited two beats longer than she had to—just to gather herself. Quietly. Carefully. Like a ripple waiting to settle. Then she turned. Not submissive. Not defiant. Just… watching. A little hesitant, a little tired. "You'll meet my mother soon." Serena blinked at his back. That...wasn’t what she expected him to say when he said he wanted a word. Her lips parted, but no words came. Lucian turned to look at her then. His gaze landed on her with the precision of a scalpel—sharp, emotionless. It didn’t ask for understanding. It didn't ask for anything, really. “She doesn’t know anything about this contract. And she won’t.” “So…” Serena’s voice was soft, tentative, like she was still testing the ground beneath her feet. “We keep the marriage a secret from the world—but the fact that it is a contract itself a secret from your mother? Am I getting that right?” “Yes.” His tone didn’t waver. No elaboration. No hint of i
Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife Chapter Five- Past
The penthouse office reeked of cigars, old money, and cleaner trying to mask it all. Serena sat still on the leather couch, legs crossed at the ankle, hands perfectly folded in her lap—just the way her mother taught her. Polished. Composed. Presentable. When her father called her back yesterday, she didn't expect him to fly her to New York to meet Vale family. Her father was pacing—sharply, rhythmically—while Gregory Vale lounged with a scotch in hand, watching Robert with idle amusement, like this was theater. “He’s late,” Robert growled. “He’s Lucian,” Gregory said lazily. "His sense of time is different than ours. He'll only arrive when he wants to." The doors opened right then, like on cue. Lucian Vale entered without ceremony, coat draped over his arm, gloves tucked into one hand. No rush, no apology. Just cold purpose in every step. Serena’s spine straightened on instinct. He was taller than she remembered. Sharper, too. Like someone carved him out of shadow and ic
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