**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 gott

**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**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

**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

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