The Heiress Who Tried to Buy My Husband
Language: en
I was the designer behind the show. Vanessa Reed pointed at my secretly married husband and ordered her assistant around like she was picking something off a menu: “That male model, I’m booking him tonight, so tell him to clean himself up and come upstairs with me to shoot a private short film.” Backstage went deathly silent. I almost laughed from anger. My cold, elegant husband was wearing a temporary pass today, and somehow, he had really been mistaken for a male model with a price tag. The staff member’s face turned pale. “Miss Reed, that man isn’t one of our signed models…” “If he’s…