The Hollywood Billionaire’s Fangirl Wife Read Online Marian Tee

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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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Their eyes met, and her heart skipped a beat at the possessiveness of his gaze.

Guy cupped her chin with fingers that were still slightly unsteady, and she nearly stopped breathing.

"Call me again—"

Oh my.

"—if you need a pet sitter."

A choked laugh escaped Jilly at the absurdity of it all, but this soon turned into a whimper when he bent his head and started nibbling on her lips.

And when he lifted his head again—

Jilly's heart ached at how he was staring at her.

It was almost as she was the most precious thing to him, but surely...

Surely that was not so?

"Good night, sweetheart."

Oh, the huskiness of his voice would be the death of her.

Jillian cleared her throat, but when she finally spoke—

"G-Good night."

A mix of shyness and infatuation caused the words to come tumbling out in a squeak, and her cheeks blazed with mortification at the sound of his chuckle.

"Sweet dreams, Jillian."

All she could do was watch as he walked away.

Still shirtless.

Still impossibly confident.

Still absolutely devastating.

And then he was gone, walking down her stairs and out her front door like it was the most natural thing in the world to leave a woman's house half-naked after making her come in her own hallway.

Jilly heard his car start up and drive away, and it was only then that her brain cells started working again.

Did that...

Her knees knocked against each other.

Did that really just happen...

With...HIM?

Chapter Five

Jack: I met the celebrity. He’s too tall.

Jilly: How?

THIS WAS IT.

Krista Irvine smoothed her hands down the sides of her red dress and took a deep breath as she spotted Guy de la Rocq standing near the champagne fountain in the center of Hotel Aehrenthal’s opulent ballroom. The entire space screamed old money and European elegance, and being here felt like stepping into the kind of world she’d always dreamed of belonging to but had never quite managed to access.

Until now.

She’d been in Hollywood for seven years, watching younger and prettier girls get the parts she wanted while she kept telling herself that persistence was the only thing separating successful actresses from the ones who gave up and moved back home.

Preyer was her big break, acting-wise.

But she wanted—needed—more.

And the key to it was Guy de la Rocq, who was easily the most devastating man she’d ever seen in person, all chiseled features and tailored clothes, with the kind of confidence that came from knowing you held Hollywood (and a third of the global female population) in the palm of your hand.

You've got this, girl!

Tonight was exclusive to the cast and production staff behind Preyer, which was the first film Guy had executive produced with his friend Valerian Rossfield. Tonight was her best chance to have a private moment with the billionaire celebrity, and she needed to make the most out of it.

Success! Manifest it! Success!

Krista was halfway across the ballroom when she noticed someone else approaching Guy from the opposite direction.

Shit.

Krista quickened her pace, but the other man in a dark suit reached Guy first, and she was forced to hover nearby, pretending to examine the floral arrangements.

“Hello, Mr. de la Rocq. I wanted to introduce myself."

The man’s voice was flat. No warmth, no enthusiasm. Krista glanced over and took in his appearance: medium height, dark hair, wire-rimmed glasses.

Nerd, Krista thought right away, and with more than a little surprise. Like, who was this guy? Was he even supposed to be—

"I’m Jack, the most important consultant for this film.”

“Nice to meet you, Jack.”

Krista just had to hand it to Guy. No wonder he won an Oscar. It took serious acting chops to say those words with a straight face.

“It’s a small world," the other guy went on. "We have a mutual friend in darling Poppy—”

Darling...Poppy? As in Poppy, the wife of Guy's billionaire friend? Could this dumb nerd be talking about that Poppy? How was this man still alive?

The same thought was also running in Guy's head. How could this idiot not realize that Valerian wouldn't take kindly to having any other man call his own wife 'darling'? Since he was in no mood to stick around to witness the bloodbath, it was definitely time to leave—

“—who’s also friends with my darling Jilly.”

But when he heard that name which he didn't expect to hear, and especially not from another man—

“Jilly, you say?”

Guy decided to stay a while longer, but only because it was expected of him, being the executive producer and all that.

“Yes, exactly. Like the nursery rhyme, only no one really calls her Jill. It's always been Jack and Jilly. We get teased together a lot in college because of it.”

"Jack and Jilly, huh?"

Krista knew she was running out of time to make her move, but she was just so caught up by the unexpected drama playing out between the two men. And honestly...was that other man an idiot? Didn't he notice how ominously soft Guy's tone was?


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