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—"

don’t comply, I won’t work. You can sue me for breaching the contract if you want.

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

artist named Victor Reid to help you pull your struggling company out of the mud. Go ahead, try hiring someone else.

fists. She knew he had her cornered. There were no alternatives at the moment, and he was well aware of it. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself

I’m here now. Let’s get

written all over his face. "That’s a

stood up, and his manager, Ron, let out a

they moved to the shooting area, the tension in the room seemed to ease, but just as they were about to get

model we hired to pair with Victor has already

Natalie’s frustration

assignment and decided to leave. We can try contacting other top models. I’m sure,

Victor interjected smoothly. "We

while Natalie frowned, wondering what another reckless demand he

"Who?" Ella asked hesitantly.

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

you lost your mind, or are you taking this promotional shoot and product for granted?" Natalie exclaimed, her voice filled with

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

the most beautiful woman here and the only one who suits me perfectly," he retorted confidently. "Either it’s you, or

were being stubborn.

the promotional pictures—a woman they think of as disloyal and unworthy of anything

way this woman spoke having been

but I do. Not marrying that fool Ivan

who was never worthy of you." His voice was steady, and his gaze sincere as he looked at

momentarily speechless, caught off-guard by his

to go along with Victor’s suggestion," a calm voice interjected, drawing everyone’s

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

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