Betrothed to A Porn Star

STEFAN'S POV

"Stefan, please promise me you'll not do anything after listening to what I'm about to say." I was about to enter the hotel where my shooting for the day will be held when Owen's voice drifted into my ear.

 Owen wasn't the type to call that much but calling me early in the morning is something he had never done.

 Suddenly, I had a bad premonition, but I tried to calm myself and brace myself to listen to the news Owen was about to deliver while hoping that it wasn't what I was thinking. 

"I won't." I tried to declare in a calm and firm voice but I guess that there was a bit of fear in my voice which caused Owen to sigh.

"Then brace yourself; I want to tell you that Mirabel is dead," Owen told me, which made me freeze.

Mirabel is dead?!

 Before Owen could offer me any comforting words, I cut off the call and chose to enter the hotel. Different emotions were swirling in my mind but I tried to ignore it which I wasn't able to.

 I was pinching my palm hard in order not to lose my calm. I was trying hard not to let myself breakdown from the news about my girlfriend's death. I had a porn video to shoot, so I can't let the news hit me.

 I silently entered room XII and swept the room with a gaze and the room was just like every other room I have been to to have a shoot.

 Inside the room were naked sexy women, the directors, producers, etc. for my porn video.

 The director rushed toward me with a fawning smile. After lots of pleading, Stefan, one of the most handsome and most successful porn stars in the country, decided to give the director a chance which could explain the reason behind his smile. "Stefan..."

"Are you ready? I have no time!" I uttered harshly and walked towards the model on the bed while unbuttoning my clothes to reveal my perfect body shape that made the ladies on the bed stare at me with lust in their eyes.

 Perfect! Since they need it that much, I'll solve it for them.

 I ignored the people who currently looked stunned by my harshness. I guess they must have wondered the reason behind my coldness; I was never the type to release my anger on anyone. I was always portraying the perfect male star in every fan's heart.

 I ruffled my hair and was about to take another step when I heard countless phones begin to buzz. Through the corner of my eyes, I saw many of them pick their phone and soon their expression changed into a shocked one.

 Some of them nudged others to check their phone while many chose to inform their mate.

 I don't need to guess; after all, it must be that a piece of news had just been uploaded on every social media and it must be about the famous porn star Mirabel's death.

 They all turned to stare at me with sympathy, one of the expressions I hated the most and the reason I have to pull on this facade throughout the day.

  The director walked toward me with sympathy in his face and it almost made me lash out at him. I never complained, why are they all staring at me this way?

"Stefan, are you sure you can go on with this? If you don't want to, we can shift the shoot to another day." The director expressed concern, but it was at that minute that I took all of my clothes, choosing to ignore his words.

 I knew the reason behind his words, after all, I had experienced the death of at least 7 girlfriends consecutively and now another of my girlfriends, Mirabel, had just died in another accident again. They all thought I needed to cry it out but I hate swirling in emotions which was the reason having sex is the perfect thing to let it out.

 I climbed onto the bed and joined the porn stars who were staring at me lustfully. I couldn't help wondering if they'll be able to have the same expression until the end.

"As I said, quit your nonsense. I don't have time." I roared harshly which made the director quickly run back to the camera.

"Then let's get ready. Action."

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"Stefan really went hard today. Poor models." The crew mumbled as they packed up their equipment.

 Their eyes were fixed on me who was dressed up by now with a fake smile hanging on my face, I swept the porn models who shivered on the bed after the shooting, a gaze.

"Are you okay?" The director showed concern to the ladies and I, but I ignored them and chose to walk out of the hotel.

 I quickly entered my car and held my head with my hands, covering my face to hide the sadness in my eyes. I held it all day but now I can't.

I hate being weak, I hate feeling weak but Mirabel's death hit me so hard.

 After each of my girlfriends had died, I never expected that Mirabel would also end up dead even though I held that fear in a tiny part of my heart.

"Mr. Stefan, should I drive on?" The driver asked me as soon as I entered the backseat.

"No. Get down for a while, I want to be alone." I replied in a calm tone but there was sadness laced in my voice.

 I stared at the driver's mirror and I could see my eyes reddened tearfully, but I clenched my fist hard and tried to suppress all the emotions.

 Even though I tried to act calm and forget the memories of Mirabel in my head, how could I? I kept on remembering her beautiful smile and laugh, and the more I did, the more it brought tears to my eyes.

 It was when I was sinking into these raw emotions that my phone suddenly rang.

 I quickly wiped the tears in my face with my palm upon seeing the caller. "Mom." I called in a steady voice in order to hide my sadness from her.

"Are you okay?" Annabelle, my mom, asked with worry because no one but her could understand the emotions I was currently feeling.

"Yes. I'm fine. It's nothing." I replied calmly and switched the topic, "Yeah, mom. What's up? Why do you call?"

"I have trouble here? Is it convenient for you to come?" My mom asked in a slightly sad and panicking voice that was different from the voice she was using to me earlier and it made me alarmed.

 I was filled with anxiety upon hearing mom's voice, "Are you okay? Where are you, mom? Don't move, I'm coming right now."

 My heart was a mess, and I quickly instructed my driver to drive home while hoping nothing was wrong with mom. After losing Mirabel, I don't want to lose anyone else. 

 I opened the door and I quickly got down from my car when it came to a stop.

 "Mom." I rushed into the house with intense fear but I stopped in my tracks with a frown as soon as I entered the mansion because mom was calmly drinking wine calmly in her bar.

 I was filled with disbelief when I saw mom calmly drinking her favorite wine. I thought mom was sick or something was wrong in the company which was the reason she had called me with such panic in her voice.

"Mom," I called in a voice that was filled with grievances because I couldn't believe that she had played such on me especially when I had just gone through Mirabel's death.

"Come over and sit." Mom pointed toward the chair that was next to her calmly which made me stare at her. "Don't stare at me like that, if I didn't fake it, you wouldn't arrive this quickly." Mom uttered which made me frown slightly but I knew she was right but using that scare was wrong 

 I had many questions running through my mind, but I kept quiet and kept on watching my mom's reaction.

 Mom poured liquor into a glass and pushed it toward me. "Do you remember my friend Johnson?" She asked calmly, looking poised.

 My pounding heart came to a calm upon seeing that mom was nowhere worried as she sounded over the phone. "Mr Johnson? That man you told me was on the verge of bankruptcy last time?" I asked calmly and down the whiskey after sitting.

 I couldn't help remembering Miranda, I remembered that she told me she'd like to visit mom's bar one day. I quickly suppressed my emotions because I didn't want mom to know I was grieving.

 "What?" I subconsciously asked. The time I was lost in thought, mom seemed to be saying something.

"Yes. You and his daughter, Mabel, have been betrothed to each other ever since you were both young. Now that the both of you are old enough to get married, and she is back in the country, my friend and I concluded that you both should get married and help his company from going bankrupt."

"What!"