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—"

sue me for breaching the contract if you want. But what’s mine is already yours, so you can take it—everything,

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

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 all

There were no alternatives at the moment, and he was well aware of it. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself

now. Let’s

all over his face. "That’s a good

manager, Ron, let

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

the model we hired to pair with Victor has already left,"

frustration flared

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

smoothly. "We

confused, while Natalie frowned, wondering what another reckless

"Who?" Ella asked hesitantly.

locking

are you taking this promotional shoot and product for granted?"

that someone dared to speak to Victor, a superstar, in such a

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

two important figures were being stubborn. The shooting crew waited

promotional pictures—a woman they think of as disloyal and unworthy of anything related to love—do you really think they’ll buy it? It would

way this

you, but I do. Not marrying that fool Ivan Brown was the best decision you ever

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

caught off-guard by his

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

to see one of the well-known 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

this photoshoot, we’re not showing the entire face of the woman. That solves your concern. It’s about capturing the feeling of love, not the faces. It will also save us time