**Nicole's POV**
“Nice work, ladies!” I clapped my hands as I hugged the girls one by one.
“Come on, Nicole, you were the star today. All eyes were literally on you.” One of the models said, and I smiled.
“Don't talk about me, talk about yourselves. You girls were spectacular.” I complimented them. There was no doubt that they tried their best to make this afternoon's shoot a success and it turned out great.
“We'll take it because it's coming from the coolest international model ever.” They giggled and walked out.
I smiled and sat in front of my dresser. I looked into the mirror and was happy with what I saw. I felt happy that people screamed just by seeing my name on the TV screen. Didn't get to where I was today on a platter of gold; I worked my butt off for every little fame I got, and I was proud of my accomplishment.
If it was what people called suffering, I passed through it all. I passed through the flames of this industry before getting to where I am now. I haven't really gotten there yet, but look at me, I am an international model earning thousands of dollars. I've been able to pay off my parents' debt and also get them their own house. I'm independent and have the best fiancé. My life was perfect.
“I've done well,” I muttered to myself and stood up. “Where's Emily? I'm almost late,” I sighed and glanced at my wrist watch as I waited for my manager. The next day was my wedding, and I needed to get things ready. I can't afford to be late, else Frederick might get angry at me. He has been the best so far and deserves everything that's working out for us now.
The door opened and Emily rushed in. “Sorry, I'm late. I was held downstairs by Mr. Stark. He keeps insisting on seeing you.” Emily sighed and shook her head.
I sighed and facepalmed. What the heck was wrong with this man? When is he going to let me breathe in peace? Mr. Stark is the CEO of the company I'm working with recently, and was known for his troubles and advances. He had promised to elevate me to the famous model lounge if I agreed to spend a night with him, but tempting as the offer was, I rejected it. I love my fiancé so much and would never cheat on him, be it for the money or fame.
With a sigh, I walked out of my dressing room and headed for his office. As I passed by the hall, people kept screaming my name, and it brought smiles to my face.
When I got to his office, Emily remained outside while I entered. I took slow strides to where he sat, and he licked his lips, his eyes never leaving my body. I scoffed and rolled my eyes internally. I'd have to poke his eyes out one day.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Stark.” I greeted solemnly.
“Sit down,” He gestured to a chair in front of him without answering my greetings. I didn't bother, though. After all, I was only working with him temporarily. If I perform well in the upcoming fashion show, I'm certain I'll get signed by companies that are way better than his.
“Nicole, I'm going to have to lay you off.” He announced and I arched my brows.
“I don't understand what you're trying to say, Mr. Stark. What do you mean by “lay me off”?” I asked.
“Look, Nicole, I know you're smart enough to know how things work in this industry. I told you to do something simple but you turned me down.” He frowned at me, and I already knew where he was headed.
“Mr. Stark, I'm engaged—”
“So, what?” He cut me off.
“I'm getting married tomorrow!” I snapped.
“It doesn't matter,” He said and stood up from his chair. He walked up to me and placed his hands on my shoulders, then gave it a little squeeze. “You can do this once and for all, and I assure you that I will give you the popularity you crave. I'll make you the best and unbeatable international model.” He promised, and I sighed without saying a word.
When he was about sliding his hands into my blouse, I yanked his hands away and stood up. “My decision stands, Mr. Stark. I am not interested and never will be.”
He chuckled and frowned immediately. He walked back to his table and picked an envelope, then handed it over to me. “Miss. Nicole, you're fired!” He exclaimed and I gasped.
“Mr. Stark, you can't—”
“Pack your things and clear your dresser. You're no longer a model in this company.” He snapped and I scoffed.
“You can't lay me off without valid reasons, Mr. Stark. The board will not let you!” I snapped.
He chuckled evilly. “Just watch and see how everything you've worked for will start crumbling to the ground, Nicole. I'll make sure no fashion or modeling industry hire you ever again. Now, get the fuck out of my company.” He snapped and sat down.
I tried to beg, but he didn't want to have any of it. I couldn't believe he fired me because I refused to spend a night with him. How could he think of doing this to me?
I walked out of the office, looking devastated.
“What happened?” Emily rushed to me.
“He terminated my employment,” I answered slowly and started walking back to my quarters. As I walked through the halls, I could see the eyes of the ladies on me. Some shook their heads, while others jeered. They must have heard what transpired between me and him.
“Why? You did nothing wrong and broke no rules.” Emily complained as I walked into my room and packed my stuff.
“I don't want to talk about it, Emily.” I said to her and she nodded.
When I was done packing, I looked around and tears rolled down my cheeks. I wiped them and made my way out of the company.
“Nicole, is what we're hearing true? Did you really do it?” One of the models asked, and I furrowed my eyes in confusion.
“What do you mean?” I asked, but she didn't answer and walked away. “Check the news,” I ordered, and Emily brought out her phone.
The headlines made me open my mouth wide in shock.
JUST IN: Nicole Brennan, a famous international model, just got fired from work for lobbying and seducing managers to get to the position she is today.
I blinked twice and wondered when I did all these. I could see related news about me and some pictures which didn't look like something I'd do at all.
“That scumbag! He dared to frame me!” I snapped.
“Nicole!” Emily exclaimed and showed me another one.
Nicole Brennan's ratings have dropped as a result, and fashion companies are withdrawing from signing her as their model.
I could feel my legs giving out and I fell to the floor in tears.
“I didn't do all these. I never did!” I snapped, but no one was ready to listen to me.
Emily helped me up, and I held my bag and walked out of the company. “Just go home. I'll be fine.” I said to Emily after crying my eyes out in the car.
“Are you sure you're going to be fine?” She asked and I nodded with a sniff.
“Yes, I will. Now get going,” I smiled. When she was out, I drove to Frederick's place. He was my fiancé and right now, all I wanted was to be in his arms and receive his comfort.
I parked my car and got out, then arranged my clothes as I made my way to the door.
I was about to turn the doorknob when I was hearing moans and screams. Swiftly, I opened the door and what I saw made my eyes widen in shock. My bag fell from my hand.
I saw Frederick on top of Kayla, banging her hard.
Tears slipped from my eyes and I couldn't help but yell.
“Frederick! You asshole!”
**Nicole's POV**“How could you do this to me?” I couldn't believe what I was seeing. How could the two people I trusted with my life do this horrible thing to me?They stopped what they were doing and looked at me with shocked expressions on their faces. Kayla hid her face while Frederick ruffled his hair.“You're cheating, Frederick. You're cheating on me!” I snapped as tears rolled down my cheeks.He stood from where he sat and approached me. Before he could utter a word, I slapped him hard on the cheek. He opened his mouth to speak, and I slapped him again. I was about to give him the third one when he held my hand and yanked it away.“Nicole, you've got to know that this isn't cheating. I'm just getting what you couldn't give me from another source.” He commented, and I couldn't believe his guts.After what he did, there was no feeling of remorse or embarrassment. “Tomorrow is our wedding, Frederick. How could you? I loved you with every fiber of my being. Why have you repaid my
**Easton's POV**“Marry me, Mr. CEO,” She begged, and my eyes widened. What the heck? Did I just get proposed to? “Please, marry me.” She pleaded once more and I held her.“Ma'am, you're drunk.” I cautioned, but she held me tighter.“I'm sorry, I'll take her away from you.” Maven, my personal assistant, gasped and yanked her away from me.“Let me go! I want to marry him. Let go of me!” She snapped, and I gestured for Maven to let her go because people were watching.“You're creating a scene.” He snapped and let go of her.She stuck her tongue out at him and rushed to me once more. I have to admit, she's adorable acting this way. “Please, marry me. I promise you won't regret it.” She begged and I massaged my forehead.“Maven, what about the lady we're waiting for?” I asked.“She isn't here yet.” He answered and I frowned.“Cancel the appointment. I hate when someone disvalues time. I asked her to come here at 6pm sharp, so we could get this over with, but she's joking with me. Cancel i
**Nicole's POV**“Nicole, what the hell?” Mum yelled and I burst into tears. “How could you get married to a stranger?” She snapped.“I don't know, mum. I only went to the bar to get a few drinks and clear my head. I did that when I was drunk, mum.” I explained.When I got home, mum had given me water to drink and waited until I sobered up. Everything I did came rushing to me like a tidal wave, and I took the certificate and screamed. I was so foolish to have gotten married to someone I didn't know because I wanted to get back at Frederick for breaking my heart.“Is this your own way of paying Frederick back?” She asked and I became silent. “You know how this place is. You're involved in numerous scandals already. Do you want to add more to your plate?” She scolded, and I lowered my head in embarrassment.“I'll try to fix this, mum.” I muttered.“How, Nicole? How are you going to do that? You're already married to someone we know nothing about. Didn't you read the documents attached t
**Nicole's POV**I stared at him, eyes widened in shock and legs trembling that could barely keep me standing. I almost fell, but he held me by the waist and made me sit down.“You need to be careful, sweetie. I don't want my wife to get hurt.” He winked and I blinked.Was it too late to turn back the hands of time? My heart ached that I had proposed to a whole Easton, Ferdinand. The ruthless and wealthiest CEO to ever scale high in the fashion and modeling industry.His company, E. F Entertainment, was the home of fashion and modeling. It was a big industry and many models dreamed of being there. Even though I had wished to be there one day, getting there was hard because he was a tough nut to crack. I heard he gives jobs based on performances, and it has to be live, and he's watching.I looked at him again and our eyes met, causing me to quickly lower my gaze in embarrassment. “I'm sorry, Mr. Easton. I had no idea…” I trailed off and heard him snicker.I turned to face mum and she s
**Nicole's POV**The drive to his house was taking too long, and it was becoming boring staying inside the car and doing nothing. I turned to look at Easton, but he had a straight expression as he looked ahead.I sighed and tucked a strand of hair behind my ears. This wasn't how I pictured my life to be at all. I was supposed to be on my own, planning my revenge against those dimwits, but here I am, going to live in someone else's house as his wife. No one needs to tell me what can happen if this goes into the news.They'd probably say I seduced him and wanted to use his money to make a comeback.“Aren't we there yet?” I asked him.All I wanted right now was a place to rest my head and get rid of all these thoughts twirling in my head.Easton turned to look at me, his gaze softening. “What? Are you that excited to see where I live, wifey?” He asked and I became annoyed.“Stop calling me your wife, Mr. Easton.” I replied formally, but he shrugged and looked away from me.“You're my wif
**Easton's POV**“Is she comfortable?” I asked Steve after he returned from Nicole's room.“She doesn't look happy, Easton. She keeps screaming and saying she wants out of here,” He replied, and I sighed, running my hands through my hair. “Can you tell me how you got the famous Nicole Brennan to become your wife?” He asked.“Let's just say we met coincidentally. She was drunk, I was in search of a bride, she proposed to me, I accepted and… here we are.” I narrated to him, and he chuckled, causing me to smile.Apart from Maven, Steve was the only person I could really open up to. He took care of me right from when I was a teenager. He has been my butler from when I was a kid, and whenever I went through a lot and asked him to find his way out of my life, so he wouldn't get hurt, he would always choose to stick with me. We've been through a lot together, and he knew my pains and how to help me manage them. He was like a father figure to me because he did things which my father refused t
THE NEXT MORNING **Nicole's POV**I was all dressed up and stepped out of my room, looked left and right and was about to alight the stairs.“Going somewhere?” I stopped in my tracks and turned to see the annoying jerk leaning on his door frame and looking at me with a bemused expression on his face. I cleared my throat.“Yes. Is something wrong with that?” I frowned with my arms folded.He sighed and walked to where I stood. “Last time I checked, we're married and etiquette demands that you greet your husband when you wake up in the morning, serve him breakfast, give him a peck on the cheek before going to wherever you want to go.” He uttered, his gaze on me intimidating like a mother who had just caught her child stealing candy.I composed myself and looked into his eyes. “I don't remember getting married to you to become your maid or a wife material. Besides, none of what you just mentioned is stated in the contract, so please allow me do my thing. Mind your business and I'll gla
9.**Easton's POV**Immediately those words left my mouth, she puffed up her face and glared at me angrily. I have to admit, she looked cute whenever she was frowning like that.“What did you just say?” She asked, daring me to say it again. Before my mother died, she always told me that, never tell a woman she didn't know how to cook. According to her, it makes them furious, but how can one resist doing it when a certain woman is fun to watch when angry?“I said your food isn't tasty. You don't know how to cook. You need to go back to culinary school because I have no idea what you just made for me.” I scoffed, scrunching my face in disgust.She looked at me with that anger still evident in her brown eyes. She heaved a deep sigh and bent to my level, looking straight into my eyes. This lady had some nerves. No one dares to look into my eyes like this.“I'll act as if I didn't hear what you said because I know what I cooked.” She folded her arms.“Are you that confident in yourself? I