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Breaking The Script: My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 1075    |    Released on: Today at 18:47

s of the foyer and into the harsh

e physical space he occupied seemed to i

n Beverly Hills. It was bespoke. The fabric draped across his broad shoulders an

hand and pulled at the knot of his dark silk

e. But it was his eyes that made people stop breathing. They were a pale, icy blue, and they swept

slipped from his grip and hit the floor with a sharp sma

m, the chat box c

ree agonizing seconds, not a single person t

his head deeply. His voice rang out, c

ing, Mr. H

not smile. He gave a single,

his watch. It was a Patek Philippe, heavy and silver. He toss

t the stone with a

d broke t

with a force that cause

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him Mr. Hutchinson. Justina's

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t was dropped into the main Twit

utchinson family. They were not new money. They did not own tacky media conglomerat

utchinson IV wa

confusion to absolut

ia tycoon? The ta

He is literally a

look so stupid right now

stina a gold-digging whore suddenly felt the crushing weight of their own

red light of the cam

ving room carpet. He stopped i

d down a

the cold radiation of his presence.

pped to her bare face, pausing for a fraction of a second on the lac

r maybe calculation-flashed in his eyes,

ontact. She lifted her porcelain teacup, holding it

s lungs. He sucked in a

haking. "Welcome to the broadcast. We are s

He looked at Julian as if the di

d not yell. He simply spoke two w

o l

a major network director on live television-sent a s

he coldness.

r to shut up. I am l

I would do anythin

. She shifted her weight on the sofa, moving her legs to the

" she

ad a severe aversion to physical proximity. The idea of sitting on a sofa

ding Julian, expected him t

walked around the coffee ta

ot sit where

he massive, custom-built sofa. He sat down o

ty cushion between them. It looked

wooning a second ago, inst

erate for a lifeline,

stance! They ar

see it in his eyes. H

They do not even want to

r instincts kicked in. The shock value of the handsome billi

ameraman to widen the shot, making sure the massive

stion that would tear thei

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Breaking The Script: My Billionaire Husband
“I was three million dollars in debt, forced by my agent to star in a reality show as the brainless gold-digger who married a decrepit billionaire. But right before the live broadcast, as I touched the tacky neon dress I was supposed to wear, a violent vision struck my brain. I realized my entire life was a script, and I was just a villainous side character designed to make America's Sweetheart look like a saint. My agent was secretly taking payouts from her PR firm to deliberately ruin my reputation with endless hate traffic. If I followed his orders today, I would be torn apart by the internet, lose every contract, and eventually die alone in a cheap motel. I couldn't accept that my every fake smile and stupid decision had been manipulated to destroy me just to elevate someone else. Why should I let them sell me out and turn my life into a complete joke? Looking at the ugly pink dress, I threw it straight into the trash. "You are fired, and my lawyers will be in touch about your offshore accounts." I poured a glass of freezing water over my head to wash away the heavy makeup and the helpless persona I had worn for years. I kicked out my backstabbing agent, put on a pair of plain black leggings, and walked out to face the live cameras. To hell with the script. Today, I was going to expose this fake PR marriage myself.”
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