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—"

"If you don’t comply, I won’t work. You can sue me for breaching the contract if you want. But what’s mine is already yours, so you

regretted helping someone... but how I wish I’d left you to die back

you had, you wouldn’t have an artist named Victor Reid to help you pull your struggling company out of the mud. Go

She knew he had her cornered. There were no alternatives at the moment, and he was well aware of it. Taking a

I’m here now. Let’s get to

smiled, satisfaction written all over his face. "That’s a

let out a

to the shooting area, the tension in the room seemed to ease, but just as

we hired to pair

frustration flared

We can try contacting other top models. I’m sure, knowing

anyone else," Victor interjected smoothly. "We already have the perfect one here—the only one I’ll

confused, while Natalie frowned, wondering what another

"Who?" Ella asked hesitantly.

declared, his gaze locking onto her. "She’s the

shoot and product for granted?" Natalie exclaimed, her

froze, stunned that someone dared to

woman here and the only one who suits me perfectly," he retorted confidently. "Either

the two important figures were being stubborn. The shooting crew waited to see who

"It’s a perfume called The Spark of True Love. If customers see me in the promotional pictures—a woman they think of as disloyal and unworthy of anything

way this woman spoke having been

is suitable for this. They don’t know the real you, but I do.

one who was never worthy of you." His voice was steady, and

was momentarily speechless, caught off-guard by

it’s not a bad idea to go along with

photographers, Theo Wells—a tall, slender man with shoulder-length, perfectly styled ash-brown hair. He wore an off-white henley shirt and tapered chinos paired with white sneakers, giving him an

the woman. That solves your concern. It’s about