The Hollywood Billionaire’s Fangirl Wife Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
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This was the man God had created him to be, not just the celebrity she had fallen for, and he was more beautiful than she had ever seen him.

Thank You, God. Thank You.

Just like how God had helped Guy see the error in his ways, God was now likewise warning Jilly how she could end up repeating the same mistake if she chose pride over forgiveness.

Guy had just stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around his waist from behind.

What the—

He looked down.

And his heart nearly stopped.

Jillian.

In the two months they had been apart, Guy had envisioned countless scenes of how they would meet again, but none of them had been like this.

Him, Mr. Hollywood Royalty himself, uniform splattered by vomit and his breath likely stinking of dirty water. Because nothing said ‘romantic reunion’ like vomit-splattered overalls and industrial cleaner.

But since he had prayed for God to take away his pride and make him more humble...

Is this the part where You tell me to be careful of what I pray for?

Guy could’ve sworn he felt God smile, but this was for him to digest later, with his wife now tightening her arms around his waist as she spoke in a muffled voice that was coated in tears.

"I'm s-sorry I made you wait for so long."

It wasn't just her voice, but her body that Guy felt was shaking, and his chest tightened even more as his wife's tears soaked through his overalls.

"I was just so blind..."

Guy had yearned for this day to come. Practiced and memorized all the things he had to say to make things right. But right now, he couldn't recall a single word, and all he could do was slowly turn in her embrace, and ah, to see his wife again after all this time...

Thank You, God. Thank You.

It was like reaching the end of the tunnel, with days of darkness finally behind him, and the light of his life returning, now that he had his Jillian back in his arms.

Jilly couldn't help crying harder as her husband cupped her face with fingers that still smelled of industrial cleaner.

Blue eyes collided with green, and oh, the love that she saw in Guy's eyes...

"I know this is late notice," Jilly whispered as a smile wobbled to her trembling lips, "but..."

"But what?"

"I'm thinking of posting a job ad...I'm in need of a permanent pet sitter, bed spacer, and husband—”

Guy glared at her. "You already have one—"

She launched herself back into his arms with a teary laugh, arms locking around his neck as her legs wrapped around his waist. "I know. I'm just kidding."

And because she just couldn't hold it back, just like before—

"I love you, G-Guy. So, so much."

Her words were everything he had dreamed of and more, and of course there was only one thing he could say in return.

"I love you, sweetheart." And despite doing his best to maintain his composure, his own voice cracked in the end, and Guy could already feel his eyes starting to sting.

Thank You.

Dear God...

Thank You.

Epilogue

Valerian: So Jack...how’s Krista doing?

Jack: That’s irrelevant to current operations.

Guy: Actually, I'm rather certain Valerian's only asking because he wants you to stop calling his wife 'darling' Poppy.

Valerian: Partly true. But I also want to hear Jack admit it.

Jack: There's nothing to admit.

Wynd: Star saw you two at the coffee shop yesterday.

Jack: We were discussing script accuracy. Professional consultation.

Valerian: Right. Is that what we’re calling it now?

Jack: The banking scenes needed technical review.

Guy: For two hours? Over lattes?

Jack: Efficiency requires adequate caffeine intake.

Wynd: And adequate staring into her eyes, apparently.

Jack: I don’t stare. I observe data points.

Valerian: What’s the probability you’ll ask her out?

Jack: 31.7%.

Guy: Coming from Jack, that's as good as a marriage proposal.

THANK YOU.

Guy stood in the driveway, leaning against his car, the Texas evening air warm against his skin as he looked up at the ranch house that had become more than just a home.

Two months ago, he had been drowning in this very spot, convinced that he had lost everything that mattered.

Now it felt like his heart was about to explode from sheer gratitude.

Thank You for giving me back my family.

The weight of the day settled around him like a blessing he was still learning to accept. He felt like he could fly if God willed it, felt like every breath was a gift he’d never taken for granted before that night with Emmanuel and the emergency vet waiting room where he’d finally learned to pray.

Thank You for being my home.

Thank you.

He looked back on his day as he headed toward the front door. Krista had everyone grinning on set today, with how she had been caught reading The 411 on Asperger's for Not So Stupid People, and of course it was something he and the other guys had good-naturedly ribbed Jack about during Bible study.


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