Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 128: Be My Model

Natalie arrived at the studio where Victor’s photoshoot for the latest perfume launch was supposed to take place. The moment she stepped inside, she could feel the tense atmosphere—everyone had strained expressions as if they were walking on eggshells.

A superstar was causing trouble, and no one seemed able to make him cooperate.

"What’s going on here?" Natalie’s cold voice cut through the tension like a knife.

Ella immediately rushed over to her, relief written all over her face. "Thank goodness you’re here, Ms. Natalie. Only you can handle this."

Natalie frowned and made her way to the lounge, where Victor was lounging on a couch, engrossed in a game on his phone.

"Victor, what’s wrong with you?" she asked, irritation clear in her voice.

He continued playing, not bothering to look up at her. "You already know the answer."

"You’ve wasted hours with these pointless demands of yours."

"Creating a favorable atmosphere for artists should be a company’s top priority if they want to ensure better performance," he said, his tone serious, as if she had done something wrong. "But you failed to provide that, Natalie."

"What’s wrong with the working atmosphere here? This is one of the best studios around. Everyone here is practically bending over backwards to accommodate you and keep you happy."

"Not everyone," he interrupted sharply.

"Who caused you discomfort then?"

"You," he said finally, his gaze lifting to meet hers. "Your presence is what makes everything perfect for me. But despite me telling you to be here, you neglected your responsibility towards me. You failed to do what you promised, so I’m not obligated to fulfill your company’s demands either."

"Are you serious right now?" she asked, incredulous. "I never agreed—"

comply, I won’t work. You can sue me for breaching the

helping someone... but how I

you wouldn’t have an artist named Victor Reid to help you pull your struggling company out of the mud. Go ahead, try hiring someone else. I’m sure they’re

at the moment, and he was well aware of it. Taking a

I’m here now. Let’s

finally smiled, satisfaction written all over his

his manager, Ron, let out a breath of relief he’d been

the tension in the room seemed to ease, but just as they were about

model we hired to pair

frustration flared

other top models. I’m sure, knowing they’d be

Victor interjected smoothly. "We already have the perfect

confused, while Natalie frowned, wondering what another reckless

"Who?" Ella asked hesitantly.

Ford," Victor declared, his gaze locking onto her. "She’s the model I

you lost your mind, or are you taking this promotional shoot and

the studio froze, stunned that someone dared to speak to Victor, a superstar, in such

one who suits me

being stubborn. The shooting crew waited to see

promotional pictures—a woman they think of as disloyal and unworthy of anything related to love—do you really

left stunned at the way this

for this. They don’t know the real you, but I do. Not marrying that fool Ivan Brown was the best decision you ever

of you." His voice was steady, and

momentarily speechless, caught off-guard

to go along with Victor’s suggestion," a calm

man with shoulder-length, perfectly styled ash-brown hair. He wore an

and authoritative, his expression serious. "In this photoshoot, we’re not showing the entire face of the woman. That solves your concern. It’s about capturing the feeling of love,