All Chapters of Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The Morning After PremierIt was past six when Lucian Vale returned to his penthouse.Not a trace of exhaustion marked his face, but the suit jacket had been removed and the cuff of his white shirt was smeared faintly with a pen mark—a rare imperfection for a man who orchestrated chaos with the grace of a metronome. He didn’t pour a drink. He didn’t turn on the lights. He just walked through the silent living room, the skyline lit up behind him, and picked up his phone.There were twelve new texts. Not one from her.His thumb hovered over the screen before he clicked open the last one—from Jonathan.> Offers already rolling in. Quiet studio talk says Aiden’s performance makes him a lock for Supporting Actor. Miss Rivera's lock is doubtful considering she's relatively new, but more buzz after release could push a nomination at best. Lucian closed the message and didn’t reply. He wasn't surprised. Three years was the deadline she'd given him. It wasn't easy to restore the Rivera name t

“You what?” “I pulled it from trending,” he said. Calm. Controlled. As if that was what she asked. As if she asked how he dealt with it. She honestly didn't even know he had the power to do that. “She wanted to remind the world she has power, and I reminded it who controls the game." Worst thing about that confession was, Serena believed him. What he said made perfect sense to how Lucian operates. Lucian wouldn't lie to her. He never brothered to, really. Unlike to Seraphina. She'd heard him lie to Seraphina so many times. He cared about what Seraphina thought of him, Serena quickly realised. And didn't care about what she herself thought of him. Serena scoffed quietly. She truly was the villain of Lucian and Seraphina's story, wasn't she? She set her coffee down. Carefully. Her hands were shaking. His face was too calm. Too measured. Like he hadn’t threatened to destroy her on a carpet. Like he hadn’t wrapped an arm around her waist like he owned her in front of a thousand camer

"To answer your question, my opinion is merely that you choose carefully who you intend to let your empire topple for and stick to it." Carrow said with a smile. "Also that some of us are quite invested in the outcome of this year’s awards season. You can kiss your attempts to secure a nomination for Rivera goodbye."Lucian narrowed his eyes. Lucian couldn't help himself from asking the a question that almost took him back to vulnerability of his childhood. "Why?"Carrow smiled, amused and lifeless. “Because there are new pieces on the board. They're all playing their own games now, with every intention to dethrone and replace the Kings, Queens and Dynasties."Lucian clenched his jaw. Barely. He didn't like hearing that. Neither would Seraphina. A game of dethroning Seraphina had turned into one of outracing other candidates now. Ideally, dealing with Seraphina alone would be much easier than dealing with her and multiple industry plants all at the same time.The chair creaked under h

Lucian stood at the center of the room, coat unbuttoned, shirt collar open. The scar near his throat peeked through the linen—just a whisper of memory from years before. His eyes weren’t rage-filled. They weren’t even cold. They were worse.They were controlled.“What the fuck did you do?” he asked, quiet.She opened her mouth—but she hadn’t prepared a lie, and the truth lived too close to the cliff. Lucian stalked forward.“You want to play games in this city?” His voice didn’t rise. It didn’t need to. “Taking roles out of industry stars without telling me, listening and dealing with scripts Eli has no idea about, and hiding things from me. Why ask me to restore your family's legacy if you're going off at the first moment I look away?"Serena snorted. Lucian raised a brow. Barely, but she caught it.A slow step forward—measured, like gravity shifting in his favor. The table pressed into the backs of her thighs as she stood her ground, but her breath faltered anyway. She felt him bef

Lucian’s Office — 8:17 PMThe silence came first. Thick. Heavy. The kind that didn’t need to be commanded into the room—it just arrived with Lucian Vale, uninvited and absolute.The door clicked shut with a hush too final to be casual.Lucian didn’t speak. Didn’t look up. He moved to the bar cart like he had all the time in the world, rolling his sleeves with the slow, deliberate grace of a man who preferred precision to volume. Ice rattled into crystal. No drink poured.Behind him, Jonathan stood at rigid attention near the desk, jaw tight. Eli hovered closer to the window, like it might open a way out.Lucian finally turned.“You both lied to me.”The words weren’t loud. They didn’t need to be. They landed like iron dropped on glass—soft, but with the promise of shatter.Jonathan flinched, just barely. Eli lifted his chin.“We didn’t lie,” Eli said, his tone clipped. “We honored a request from Miss Rivera.”Lucian looked up. Slowly. Like that alone took restraint.“That’s Mrs. Vale