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The Billionaire's Celebrity Wife

When a struggling actress enters a strategic marriage with a cold billionaire, she expects a business arrangement, not a whirlwind of passion. As she navigates the cutthroat world of superstardom, her powerful husband becomes her unexpected protector against industry scandals. What began as a contract for convenience evolves into a deep, complicated love. Together, they must balance their public personas with the secrets of their private hearts.
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Chapter 3

Laura was already tired from all the waiting and had decided to leave. If she were to meet that guy, she was going to give him a good telling off. She felt like someone was looking at her and looked towards the restaurant door. She was surprised to see a very stunningly handsome man standing there.

Their eyes met, and he didn't even try to look away. She frowned. Was he the one? She wondered. As if to confirm her curiosity, he walked towards where she was sitting.

"Are you the lonely snow?"

He asked. His voice was quite cold.

She stared at him incredulously. "Don't tell me you are the ugly monkey king!" She exclaimed.

"Why can't I?" He said with a smile.

"Nothing, it's just that I was kinda..."

"You were thinking I wouldn't look that good." He helped her complete her sentence as he sat down on the chair opposite her. "Name is Carson." He introduced himself.

"I am Laura," she said with a blush. He had actually exposed her thoughts. Was she that easy to read?

"Nice name; you are beautiful." This could be the first time he was complimenting a girl for her beauty.

She blushed. "You're also handsome. Do you mind telling me why you named your profile The Ugly Monkey King?" She asked curiously.

"I don't know, maybe it's because I'm the direct opposite of the name."

"Pfft!"

She couldn't stifle a laugh. He sounds narcissistic, but she had a feeling that he wasn't. Maybe he just wanted to crack some jokes. The waiter came over, and they made their orders. The two of them started talking about different topics ranging from sports to the entertainment industry. It appeared he was quite familiar with the entertainment industry, and they had lots of topics to discuss in that area.

While talking, she didn't even notice when they finished all the food on the table. They ordered a good quantity of wonderful delicacies. But the embarrassing thing about it was that she was the one who ate most of the food. She drank a glass of wine to cover her embarrassment.

Just then, his phone rang. He picked the call angrily but after hearing what the other person said, he stood up in a hurry. "I am sorry, Miss Laura; there's an emergency right now I have to leave." He stood up and left hurriedly without even saying goodbye or exchanging numbers.

"What situation is this?" She couldn't comprehend. Was she just duped? So, the handsome boy was actually a pauper; he just freeloaded and made her pay for his bills. She got up and angrily paid the bill before leaving. She regretted coming to this date; she blamed herself for being played.

When she told Anna what happened, she laughed so hard. "I felt like going over there and giving him a good beating."

"How could such a hunk be a pauper that only feeds on women?" She exclaimed.

"You think handsome people are not allowed to be paupers?" Laura retorted. She hung up after that. She was already in a bad mood and didn't want to be angered further.

The evening of the next day, Laura was standing in the entrance of the Royal Hotel club room. She wasn't a fan of clubbing. She had once been almost raped in the past when she had gone clubbing with her friends. It made her have a great dislike for clubbing.

Today she had an appointment with the investor who had helped her. He was called Mr. Arnold, and it was going to be the first meeting they would have. She looked around the club and saw her manager, Mr. Joseph; he was waving at her. A man was sitting beside him. He was short and plump.

She walked to where they were sitting.

"Hello, Mr. Joseph," she greeted before turning to the plump man. "You must be Mr. Arnold." She said politely.

Mr. Arnold smiled. "You are right, dear; I am indeed Arnold."

"I heard what you did for me. I am really grateful to you. I don't know how to thank you, but I promise to repay your gratitude in the future." She said sincerely.

Arnold laughed. "You don't have to wait till the future before you can repay me. Actually, this is just the tip of an iceberg. I can do more for you if you agree to be my woman."

Laura knew that this was coming, but she wasn't prepared. Mr. Joseph excused himself, claiming that he had to make an important call.

Laura faced Mr. Arnold with a serious expression. "I am sorry, sir; I can't have any relationship with a married man."

He smiled and poured a glass of wine for her. "Here, let's drink first."

Carson had been feeling frustrated since yesterday. When he remembered he didn't pay the bill yesterday, he was so embarrassed. What would the girl think of him? She would probably think that she was being taken advantage of and dumped.

A rich billionaire like him, there was no way he could lack money. He even forgot to ask her for her number and had been trying to contact her through the app, but she hadn't logged in since yesterday.

She was the first woman that had managed to leave an impression on him yet he flopped. Just as he was thinking, he saw a scene that made him freeze. It was the same girl from yesterday. She was sitting with a plump middle-aged man.

But something didn't feel right. The way she was looking at the man, it looked like she was guarded against him. But for some reason, her face was blushing red. The man smiled triumphantly. The girl was losing consciousness; two men appeared and took her away. The plump man smiled and followed behind at a slow pace.

She had been drunk, he thought immediately, feeling a sense of crisis. He rushed forward and blocked them.

"Where do you think you are going with the girl? Leave the girl this instant." He ordered in a cold authoritative voice.

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