Madison Hart fights to keep her engagement to billionaire Jace Harrison, who questions her investment. The world of fame surrounding her intensifies. Jace's ex girlfriends test Maddy, so does his family. A spotlight of negativity is on her, yet ever...
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My heart drops. The blood in my brain chills. The temperature of my body scorches as hellfire would. Wendy delights in the destruction the picture brings. The crowd murmurs erratically. I try to look away, but my eyes are glued to the screen. Fury radiates from Jace; his energy is terrifying.
Our host crosses her legs. "We'll be back after this commercial break." The theme music plays. I spot Velma from backstage gesturing to us to leave. Her quick hand waving is dramatic. Wendy locks eyes with Jace, smug and condescending.
He stands, evil eyeing her. "We're done here."
"It was a lovely chat." She derides.
My fiancé leads me from the sofa. I tear my eyes from the picture of Jace's love child. Not wanting to believe. Doubting he'd keep something like this from me. He wouldn't... Would he? I'm too lost for words to say anything. I'm quiet all the way to Velma. She's furious. "Jace, what is this???!! You need to address it after the commercial break!"
"Not now, Velma!"
"What do you mean, this is horrible press!"
He pushes past her. "JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" Jace bellows viciously. Vel recoils and shuts her mouth. Jace takes me to a dressing room and plots me before the vanity table. He closes the door with force. It pounds the frame. I jolt from the sound. I don't know if I should speak. Something's telling me to let him cool down.
He's enraged. Resentful. While I'm speechless and mystified. I take a breath, remaining calm so he can mirror me and do the same. My mom does this with my dad. She told me someone has to be leveled headed in a relationship.
I know this isn't true. My intuition is telling me otherwise. Jace closes his eyes and exhales slowly. "I can explain."
"Please do," I say as softly as possible, so there's no yelling. I have to hear him out before I assume the worst. The media lies. The picture could be manipulated.
He opens his lovely eyes and glides toward me. "I don't have a love child; Wendy just wants drama."
"So...it's fake? The photo is fake?"
"No." He sighs. "The boy is real."
"What?" I furrow my brows. "I...don't understand."
"The photo is 7 years old, a fan tried framing me as a deadbeat father. She paid to have her child put under the knife. The kid had eight surgeries to resemble me. The media still believes I'm the father because of how silent I've been about the boy. I privately removed him from her custody and into a better home. I chose to protect him from the spotlight. The mother was charged with exploitation, abuse, and negligence."
"Surgeries?"
"Yes...unconsenting surgeries. Including hair transplants."
