icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

The Secret Wife Of Hollywood's Monk

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 511    |    Released on: 22/01/2026

screaming. Ha

p! Look at t

ng on the foo

llow over her head. "Are th

! L

er phone und

reen. A grainy video f

Ivy is family. So I would sugge

jaw dr

e hashtag HoltProtect

ins?? That explai

h a protect

tting shut down is

whispered. "He

n business, baby! The casting director just emailed to confir

a strange mixture

ed, who prided himself on brutal honesty,

owed

go see him,

im," Al

eed to g

are still outsi

"The old one with the dented bum

ll cap, oversized sunglasses, and a hoodie. Sh

zzed with a text from an unknown number. Black Esca

e as the paparazzi swarmed the decoy vehicle. She gunned the Toyota's tired engine an

was

nds were gripping the steering whe

y? Thanks for lying? Tha

did he

rom scandal? That was the logical answer. H

the text-Mrs. Nich

verly Hills. The air was cleaner he

ron gates of The Fortress. The

he window and loo

she said to t

en, the heavy gates g

ding driveway, her heart h

ing her husband. And for the first time in three yea

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open
The Secret Wife Of Hollywood's Monk
The Secret Wife Of Hollywood's Monk
“Ivy wasn't just another D-list actress struggling to survive in the shark-infested waters of Hollywood. She was secretly Mrs. Holt Nicholson, the wife of the world's most famous, elusive, and supposedly celibate movie star. The secret that kept her safe became her cage during a high-profile charity gala. A loose thread on the red carpet sent her stumbling, and her hands landed directly on Holt's crotch in front of a thousand flashing cameras. By the next morning, Ivy was the most hated woman on the planet. The hashtag #IvySnowMolester trended number one worldwide. Her L'Oreal deal was dead, her upcoming series fired her, and her rival, Kennedy Gilmore, led a public crusade to bury her for good. Paparazzi laid siege to her apartment while fans leaked her address on the dark web. She wasn't just losing her career; she was being hunted like a predator. The world saw a violation, but Ivy knew the truth-it was a freak accident. Holt had even gripped her arm to steady her, a detail the cameras conveniently missed. Now, she was trapped between a mob demanding her head and a husband whose silence felt like a death sentence. Desperate to save her, Ivy's agent told a massive lie: they weren't married, they were "cousins." Ivy expected a lawsuit from Holt's shark lawyers, but instead, the superstar publicly claimed her as family and snubbed her enemies. He didn't serve her divorce papers; he ordered her to move into his high-tech fortress to prep for the role of a lifetime, proving that being "family" was far more dangerous than being a stranger.”