Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 129: Photoshoot

Everything was finally set, and now they waited for Natalie. Both she and Victor had to change into different outfits for the various themes of the photoshoot: sweet romantic twist, casual elegance, boldness and passion, and young romance.

For the first theme, Victor wore a perfectly tailored suit that fit him like a glove, making him look like a high-class gentleman ready to court a lady. The moment he stepped out, every woman on set was left speechless, their gazes filled with admiration and adoration.

"He’s so handsome. Only the most beautiful woman would do justice to this photoshoot."

"But the model left...."

Whispers filled the room, only to die down into complete silence as a figure emerged from the dressing room.

"Who is she?" murmured a few onlookers, unable to look away.

Natalie walked in, wearing a floor-length gown in a soft blush pink. The off-shoulder dress with its deep back accentuated her slender frame, while the silk fabric flowed gracefully as she moved. Her makeup was light, highlighting her natural beauty, and her hair was styled in a loose, elegant bun. She wore simple diamond studs in her ears, and her neck was bare, drawing attention to her delicate collarbones and the graceful curve of her neckline. Her feet were adorned with delicate strappy heels in a neutral shade.

Victor felt as if he were in a trance the moment he laid eyes on her, unable to tear his gaze away.

Ignoring the murmurs and the eyes on her, Natalie walked over to Victor. "Don’t blame me if I can’t pull this off," she said softly.

"You can," he replied, his voice unwavering. "You just don’t realize it yet." He offered her his hand as they stood before the set.

"This scene should evoke a sense of intimacy and perfect chemistry between the couple," Theo instructed from behind the camera.

Natalie glanced at him, a little confused. "What am I supposed to do?"

Victor chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. "Leave it to me," he murmured, pulling her closer with one arm around her waist. "Instead of glaring at me, show some love in your eyes."

"Can’t do it, at least not when I’m looking at you," she countered sharply.

you manage it when you look at your husband, or does he get that killer gaze from you too?" he teased, a mischievous glint in

curtly, her words implying more than she

that way," Victor suggested smoothly. "And we’re

melting away. He was truly handsome, and despite how

hand lingering longer than necessary. To the others, it appeared professional and intentional, but to him, every touch was genuine. He was savoring the closeness, the

Victor expertly guided Natalie through each pose and

they changed into casual, relaxed outfits—light blue long-sleeved sweatshirts paired with white pants. Instead of standing, the setting shifted to a cozy couch. Victor sat casually, his fingers gently caressing her hair, while Natalie lay with her head on his lap,

the atmosphere changed entirely. Natalie was handed a bold, mid-thigh length red bodycon dress with an

she protested immediately, shaking her

pleaded. "There’s no one here but trusted members

long, slender legs drew immediate attention, and despite her discomfort, she stepped out of the dressing room—her back concealed

unease and, more than that, didn’t want anyone else to see her in such

were allowed to

else here. You can relax," he assured her, then glanced at Theo with a faint smile. "And that man over there? He wouldn’t

these pictures plastered all over the posters, everyone is going to

face," Theo explained calmly. "You’ll be facing Victor, so all

exposed back,"

not doing this," Victor interjected abruptly, surprising everyone.

at him in disbelief. "Are you trying to

kill me," he replied

she insisted. Standing in front of

confidence of yours is what I love. If only you knew how bold and brave

enough to kick you in the nuts right now," she whispered back, her tone

resting lightly on her bare waist while his other hand guided hers to his shoulder as he gazed down at her. "Don’t mind my hand. It’s

shot back. "Because

any emotions in her was the