The Ice Queen's Secret Superstar Husband

d shut, cutting off the blinding California

. She dropped her weight onto the w

alp. She threw the fake hair onto the glass coffee table. Her s

sistant, walked in. She was hugging a massi

e edge of the thick wool ru

pped from her grip. White papers exploded

he mess, her eyes turning cold. The s

ry, Miss Riddle,

her forehead as her hands scrambled over

ammed hard into the side of Katy's limited-edition

the floor with a heavy thud.

spilled out a

of the binding, a glossy, high-definition polaroid slipped halfway out. It was a candid, close-up shot of Oscar-wi

r mouth fell open. She sucked in a sharp breath. The image comple

owed Paig

lammed against her ribs, missing a beat. Hot

e allowed. She launched herself off the sofa, divin

printed face. She shoved the polaroid deep into the pages and s

with pure shock and confusion. She opened

scles to freeze. She built the ice-cold mask back over

he ripped the zipper shut. Her movements were sharp and

ed a bottle of ice water, and downed half of it. The

oked at Paige, who was st

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n interview is an exclusive with Vogue. Th

ut a checkbook. She grabbed a pen, scribbled a string of zero

t," Ka

tten on the paper. She swallowed the lump in her

nd walked into the private back room of the

ck clicked, Katy'

She pressed her hand hard against her chest. She

irror. She stared at her flawless mak

e pulled on a cheap, oversized black tracksuit. She grabbed a

She reached into the very back of the bot

urely on muscle memory, logging into

her Knowles's VIP fan meet happening tonight. The panic i

n. She ignored Paige, who was still sta

dle of the main RV d

e driver up front. "Staple

lot. Katy sat in the dark shadows of the back seat. She shoved her hand