All Chapters of Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Serena sat at the long ebony table feeling like she had been seated at the head of her own funeral. The dining room in Tina Devacraux’s private residence was oppressively beautiful: sixteen high-backed chairs upholstered in midnight velvet, a single white orchid already wilting at the edges from the heat of too many candles, walls lined with art that cost more than most people’s lifetimes. The silver gleamed under low light like drawn blades. Every object in the room had been chosen to remind whoever sat here that they were temporary guests in someone else’s empire. She kept her hands folded tightly in her lap, nails pressing half-moons into her palms to stop the trembling. Aiden was to her left—posture casual and hedonistic as if it were his own home. It might as well have been with how familiar he seemed with the place. Leading her in had been no problem to him; he had been waiting for her in his car, alone. Eli had driven her from her apartment after Lucian dropped her off wi

The night air outside Tina Devacraux’s residence was cooler than inside, salted with ocean and the faint metallic bite of distant traffic. Serena stepped onto the flagstone path first, heels clicking too loudly in the sudden quiet. Aiden followed a half-step behind her, hands in his pockets, posture loose but alert—the way a man walks when he knows he’s being watched but refuses to look like he cares. Lucian emerged last, coat slung over one arm, expression unreadable except for the tight line of his jaw. The valet had already brought Aiden’s car around—a sleek black Aston Martin that looked more like a predator than a vehicle. Serena paused beside it, her mind racing with everything that transpired with Tina Devacraux. The three of them formed an awkward triangle on the driveway: Aiden leaning casually against the driver’s door, Serena caught between them, Lucian a few paces back with his arms crossed like he was holding himself together by force. Aiden broke the silence

Malibu – Tina Devacraux’s Private Residence 11:47 p.m. The dining room had emptied like a stage after the final curtain. Plates cleared, candles snuffed one by one until only two remained burning at the head of the table, their flames low and unsteady, casting long, wavering shadows across the ebony. The ocean outside kept its indifferent rhythm against the cliffs—crash, retreat, crash—while inside the house silence pressed in like a held breath. Tina Devacraux remained seated at the head, fingers laced loosely around the stem of her empty Sancerre glass, staring at the wilted orchid as though it owed her an explanation. She had not moved since the others left. She rarely did when she was thinking. The double doors opened again—softly this time, no dramatic entrance. Seraphina stepped through alone, shoes in one hand, the cream silk gown now slightly rumpled at the hem from the walk down the drive. She had sent Lucian ahead in the car with a quiet “I’ll follow.” He hadn’t argu

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a woman in possession of a good reputation must be in want of a clever publicist. But in Hollywood, where reputations are made and unmade with the speed of a trending hashtag, the want is mutual, and the cleverest publicist is Vivian Glass. Vivian resided in a house of glass and steel high in the Hollywood Hills, a modern edifice that seemed to float above the city like a watchful eye. The walls were transparent, the views panoramic, the security invisible yet absolute. Nothing entered or left without her knowledge. Nothing was said in her presence that she did not wish to be said. She was the queen of perception, the architect of narrative, the silent partner in every major career that had survived the last decade. And she was, above all things, Tina Devacraux’s most trusted ally. On the evening following the dinner at Tina’s residence, Vivian sat in her office—a room of white marble and black lacquer, lit only by the soft glow of th

#EXCLUSIVE: Hollywood's Biggest Betrayal Exposed – Lucian Vale's Secret Marriage to Serena Rivera Shatters Seraphina Devacraux's World By Anonymous Insider | Hollywood Confidential | In the glittering, cutthroat world of Hollywood, where love stories are scripted and scandals are directed, few tales have captivated the public like the on-again, off-again romance between producer powerhouse Lucian Vale and pop icon Seraphina Devacraux. For years, the industry has wanted their union after watching their relationship unfold like a blockbuster romance: red carpet appearances, whispered wedding plans, and a narrative of second chances that seemed straight out of a fairy tale. But today, Hollywood Confidential can exclusively reveal the shocking truth behind this facade—a truth that exposes a web of deception, manipulation, and heartbreak. Documents obtained by our sources—including a verified marriage certificate, courthouse records, and timestamped security footage—confirm that Luci