Contracted Wife for the Hollywood Billionaire

always got what he wanted, and when he didn't, he found a way. Of course, he wouldn't

mes, Soph appeared resentful, which left him pensive. Chris entertained the mere thought that he had seen her before, that they had conversed

e couldn't help but relish a photoshoot where people would fawn over him

mind," Eduard appeared out of nowhere, r

d him. The guy had put him through many things during his career, making him accept roles

pite being a prick, had connections. He endured him because if the gu

et out of my way and only contact me

with an attractive makeup artist by his side, waiting for

r image matte

rror, choosing not to confront him face to face. "By the end of the wee

hris rolled his eyes. It was humiliating for him to

aring a black dress under a brown sweater, and black boots reaching mid-calf. He glanced at her through

eeping well. Christian had the power to dis

as right. Who in their right min

romote a project, or clear their record, just like Chris wanted. But she didn't see

difficult since the character was simple and di

ent, didn't greet her, tease her, or do anything except exist

realize that being ignored b

avor," he said as he approac

knew she would serve his plan. Using his charm, he convinced the girl to portray a supporting character alongside him in his theater. F

on, no matter the situation, during this rehears

as infuriating to know that she felt jealous because of

surprised her as he whispered near her face. She had to mov

m, furious. As if hearing from the jerk wasn'

was still being made up. The man knew that such things weren't said in front of just anyone, but he wasn't afraid to

and headed to her spot in the center of the set, where they would take t

event her from falling amidst the scattered wires on the floor. The two locked

gain, watching him move away. "

her sulking expression. When they faced each other once more, Sophia looked at him, furious. But i

hotographer asked, and

exchanged looks filled with so much emotion that they seemed to be conversing. The smil

her hand from slapping him, but she restrained herself

e her heart race. How could her heart still stubbor

he said, interru

noticed him looking at her, surprised. The photographer stopped

retended not

n't have to bring all of that back. We can s

pproaching them and positioning them as he wanted. "Remember tho

wo of them weren't as connected. Especially after that request, the wor

you hate me," Chris commented,

oticed his gaze shifting to the blond

elf not to show that she despised the exchanged glances and smiles betwee

knew it was contradictory. Soph would say one thing but do another. Was it jealousy

noring me," sh

o some space." The photographer

re. The heated argument w

ed his brow. "You told me to stay

those words because that's when he caught her of

The mischievous smile left his lip

t. "Darling, I don't have to stoop to that.

as sh

disca

paid attention to them without hearing or knowing wh

umped into the arms, or rather, into the boso

ophia. Don't let him provoke you. W

e mere inches from hers, inhaling her perfume, locking eyes, and smiling. "Why are you jealous, or should I say, annoyed, that I understood your message and moved on to someone else?" She faltered. She

ings?" Donald's v

e was a famous producer, and she was cast in a minor role in a series he produced. At the time,

et out of there. She had never experienced harassment like that. She felt he was using his position, importance, and power over her work to take ad

eing harassed and

at Chris, who, despite being a scoundrel, was a trustworthy person. They had this love-hate thing, but

re tugging on his clothing and planting a

oser by the waist, it became passionate and fiery. It was the beginning of a crazy story. He had

lue eyes and said, "It's just temporary. Don