Movie Star Prince - Completed.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

The connection door remained closed.

Sasha saw to all her needs, even flew with her via the helicopter to the private plane at the Brisbane airport, waiting for departure, bags loaded. Heather reluctantly climbed the stairs.

What choice did she have?

This was inevitable. It just hurt he believed she would share those photos online, even if they stayed up for a short time, and then vanished. Probably still floating around somewhere, nothing ever really disappears from the internet, cursing it for being invented.

It was scary how easy it had been to set up accounts in her name.

Also, shocked, at how easy it was for someone to bypass her password to get into the phone without her permission. One unlocking app and viola someone had gotten into her private photos, probably using her phone to upload to different sites that must've already been set up, raring to go.

It was the only explanation that sounded so far-fetched.

Why would anyone go to those lengths to set her up? Were they, whoever it was, so desperate to get rid of her? Why? She was no threat to anyone. She had just fallen in love with a man. Okay, a famous one. It wasn't like he was of royal blood, was it, even if he was a prince of a man?

Her phone back in her hand, minus the photos taken at the film set, wishing they had taken them all, hesitantly entering the plane, stored her extra hand luggage inside storage, also hanging a black dress bag, before entering the plane interior, faulting at the sight of Ziyad.

Heather had struggled against doing this, yet couldn't afford to fly economy with the luggage she had. Also, trying to buy a ticket on such short notice, the price would've been through the roof. She would've preferred to find her own way home, yet funds were limited.

"What are you doing here?" She would've thought he would've waited until the plane came back, then leave without her. And how did he get here before her? Why did it matter? She was still going home, and he was leaving her behind without a backward glance.

"I promised your brother to bring you back for his wedding personally."

"Of course," she nodded. A man who kept his word yet didn't believe her, all because they were her photos, moving on towards the back of the plane, finding a quiet corner, staring out the window, trying to keep the tears at bay.

Not understanding why he wouldn't even listen to her.

Damage? What damage? To him? How was that possible?

She was tired from a lack of sleep, rubbing her eyes. Thankfully, it was only a two-hour flight. Rummaging through her handbag, Heather removed a Kindle and curled up into the chair. At least she could pretend she was busy, even if the words blurred in front of her.

In no time they were in the air, heading back home, refusing to eat or drink, mainly because of lack of appetite. All she wanted to do was go home and bury herself away until the pain vanished.

Something she had done before, only to emerge to get slammed down again, closing her eyes, lowering the Kindle down onto her lap.

The hum and movement of the plane soon had her asleep, only to be woken by the attendant shaking her shoulder. Startled, Heather rubbed her eyes, where she was informed they were about to land.

Shocked, she sat up more, looking around to find the plane empty. How was that possible? Had they dropped him off somewhere? Looking out the window to see the familiar sight of the city of Melbourne in the far distance.

Then a door opened from behind her and Ziyad emerged, still grimed-faced as he walked past without a glance in her direction, yet relief washed through her with such force, she knew she couldn't end this with harsh words.