His Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Director

name. Give the Barnet

olute, cutting through the quiet second-

ox containing a vintage tie clip she had spent half a year tracking down for his birthday. In her left, her knuckles turne

ims, her husband's executive assistant, c

d evaluation. She prepared for three months, staying up consecutive nights until she

do? Run off to Hollywood and make a fool of herself on a film set? She belongs at home. She can't even manage a dinner party without comp

Kinsley's breath hitched, her ches

hind his media empire's most profitable projects, sacrificing her own name and spotlight to quietly build his throne. She had almost

her career-he was casually robbing her of her hard-earned fruits, handing her life's work to Blair as if it were a ch

ifted through the door.** "She tried so hard. Even if the evaluators only passed her becau

genuine warmth, yet Blair's innocent reliance had morphed into something subtly

just throwing resources into the garbage. Our marriage was a three-year business arrangement to save her family's bankrupt company. I pay for her luxurious life; her on

did not cry. The burning hope i

inst the heavy mahogany

the wall with

le inside stop

hind Christian's broad shoulders, her hands twisting the hem of her cashmere cardigan. But Kinsley caught

e eyes lifted, scanning Kinsley's pale face. There was no

Christian demanded, his voi

oak floor. She tossed the thick envelope and the velvet birthday box onto the de

d to brief you," Christian said, loo

houlder, stepping slightly closer

to Christian that I really wanted to study under Eric Barnett, and he... he just insisted

f the provocation hu

gaze was as flat and cold

, Blair. There are no

s sleeve, burying her face in his arm

allowed the warm lamp light. He reached into his breast pocket, pulled out an all-black titan

ness playing pretend career-woman anyway. You'd fail in a week and drag my company's reputation down with you. Pick up the ca

It was the ultimate insult-a bone thrown to a

devoid of warmth. She knew she didn't have the leverage to fight him

ck, putting clear

letely even. "If she wants my spot,

rritation crossing his face as if comple

t hand, tracing the platin

w tightening. "Don't mistake my pati

und and walked out of the study, her

ith a soft click. Leaning against the dark wood paneling, she let out a long, slow brea

bed, she picked up her private

l producers in independent cine

ett's office send

he cold, surgical cadence of a director in pre-production. "Activate the

sharp breath

ve control means putting yourself

she said. "Draft the contracts tonight.

velvet duvet, and turned toward the b

ed the diamond studs, th

he threshold, his eyes bur