All Chapters of Billionaire Producer's Secret Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Devacraux Estate – East Balcony, Overlooking the Garden StairsLucian Vale didn’t linger where he could be photographed. But he didn’t need proximity to observe either.From his place at the edge of the upper terrace — behind glass, framed in soft downlighting and shadow — he saw everything.The curve of Serena’s spine as she crouched. The slight hesitation in her fingers as the child offered her something. The way her smile changed — softened — when she took the folded paper into her hands.She didn’t fake it. He knew the difference. He’d seen her on carpets, at premieres, at press junkets when her smile was a shield. This wasn’t that.This was the real thing.And it hit him harder than he expected.“She’s good at this,” Aiden Wolfe said quietly beside him, holding a drink he wasn’t sipping. “Not just the camera-ready kind of good. People feel her. Makes you want to do better.”Lucian didn’t respond. He watched the children gather. Three of them now. Then four. Like birds drawn to th

Oh god.It had slipped out from the neckline of her gown, catching light like a secret begging to be seen. She hadn’t worn it in months. Hadn't even touched it since the last time she'd sworn she was done caring. But tonight, her hands had trembled before the mirror and she'd needed something.She had no idea when it slipped free. Could've been minutes. Could've been the whole time.Panic whispered behind her ears.Dominic. Lana. Did they see it?Serena turned her body, subtly, tucking the chain back inside with practiced grace. Her fingers brushed against the gold as she hid it again, like tucking away a bruise.By the time she turned, Gia and Eli had caught up."There you are," Gia exhaled, half relieved, half exasperated. Her hair was pulled into a sleek updo that still somehow felt like an afterthought, her eyes sharp behind kohl and worry. "You disappeared on us."Eli appeared just behind her, adjusting his tie like he was preparing for battle. Or maybe he was just irritated. "P

The ballroom pulsed with flashbulbs and strings. Perfume and politics. Too many hands shaking, too many eyes darting, too much focus on him. Lucian Vale had spent years orchestrating this kind of chaos. Never on himself. Tonight, it turned on him. He hadn’t moved when the headline broke in the room like a thunder. His gaze, though, immediately swivered to Serena...that stumble in her smile, the way her eyes shuttered like shutters slammed against a storm—he’d seen it. He’d felt it drag down his bones. A block of ice settled in his stomach. He quickly realised he couldn't afford to think about her now—and pivoted toward Seraphina.Only to find her already watching him, like one watches ice fizzle into liquid form after laying it out of the comfort of freezer. Smiling faintly into her glass, crimson nails perfect against crystal, she settled smugly as the room bent around her. That was thing about Seraphina Devarcraux. She was The Queen of Hollywood. People leaned closer without real

Serena POVWhen Aiden said he'll be the smoke, Serena didn't really understand the gravity of it. She hadn’t realized smoke meant walking straight into fire.He guided her across the room, ignoring the curious stares and the greedy gaze of people who would love to gobble his time and Serena was surprised. She thought he would whisk her into the crowd and let her hand onto his arm, fueling the rumours about them being together. And what better revenge than that? Bagging Seraphina Devarcraux's role in the Ravelle Biopic and Aiden Wolfe, the one Hollywood thinks Seraphina never got over.Her pulse rattled in her throat as he stopped, and only then did she understand.Smoke distracts. Smoke blinds. Smoke makes people look the wrong way.He merely intended to send a false alarm. His approach was to dispense her here. And she now understood the headlines better—Hollywood’s golden boy, notorious for never belonging to anyone but always belonging everywhere?Serena curled her fingers tighter

"You certainly do try by dragging in whatever lamb you could find in the herd." Tina quipped, looking for more open since the conversation started.Serena’s smile sat on her lips like glass ready to crack. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. She was calling her a lamb. Aiden, of course, looked entirely unbothered—lounging back in his chair, the kind of posture that said he’d never once been cornered in his life.“Now, Tina,” he said, tipping his glass toward her with the easy arrogance of someone born untouchable. “You wound me. You make it sound like I dragged her here to throw her into your lion’s den.”Tina arched a brow. “Didn’t you?”“Maybe.” Aiden’s grin sharpened. “But I also brought her here because she belongs in this room more than half the names on your guest list. You just don’t like realizing the new blood bleeds the same color as your own.”Vivian gave a soft snort, the sound precise and cutting. “You always did like your martyrs, Wolfe. Though I suppose this one photo