Hey, Husband

Freyah De Cardenon. To call her ordinary would be a sin, yet to call her pretty would be a mistake.

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Lucas Devereaux. An influentual man, no doubt, but does influence equal intelligence? In his case, the answer is yes.

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Freyah De Cardenon is known as one of the best actresses of our time. Her beauty is exquisite, her talent undoubtable and her tongue sharp.

Men want her. Women want to be her. But what does she want? She has the money. The looks. The fame. Yet, she is not happy. Whatever could be missing in her life?

Lucas Devereaux. The most eligible bachelor at the moment. A billionaire. A fuckboy if I've ever seen one.

He is the center of rumours. People make assumptions about him very quickly. Are they, in fact, correct to think that Lucas is a cold blooded bastard? Or are they just too quickly fooled by his ruthless attitude?

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[excerpt from prologue]

A girl was laying on her bed, her phone in hand. If one would look closely, you would see she is looking through Instagram - making sure she is keeping up with her favourite celebrities and trends.

Seeing as her WiFi connection is irritatingly weak, she refreshes the home page in hopes for the posts and videos to load quicker.

She waits a couple seconds for it to load. Then she likes the first post and scrolls down, to the next one. As soon as her head processes what she is looking at, a shocked squeal escapes her mouth.

She is looking at a picture her favourite actress - Freyah De Cardenon - posted 3 minutes ago.

It's a picture of Freyah in a beautiful white wedding gown, standing next to a man dressed in an all-white tuxedo. His face is not seeable from the angle the picture was taken.

Underneath the photo, there is a caption :

Hey, husband ;)

The girl's phone falls out of her hand.
"What the fuc-!"

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