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MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND CHAPTER 244
The tapings had become my daily routine now, and I threw myself into the work with everything I had. I was determined to prove myself, not only to Scarlet but to everyone who doubted me. I woke up early, made sure I was the first one on set, and stayed focused throughout the day. Every scene, every line—I treated it like it was my last chance to shine.But even with all the dedication I poured into the job, Lucas was always at the back of my mind. Coming home to him was the highlight of my day. I’d always make it a point to rush home after shooting wrapped up, just so I could spend a few precious hours with him before bed. I was lucky to have Lena and Letty, who took turns taking care of him while I was away. It was reassuring knowing that Lucas was in good hands with my cousins, but still, I missed him terribly while I was on set.One day after filming, just as I was about to leave the studio, I received a call from William.“I’m close by, at the studio submitting some papers,” he s
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I decided it was time to take a different approach with Scarlet. Instead of letting her sabotage get to me, I would play my own game—discreetly and smartly. I didn’t want to stoop to her level, but I needed to show her that I wasn’t the pushover she thought I was.The day after our last confrontation, I arrived on set with a calm resolve. I greeted the crew warmly, made small talk with the makeup artists, and ensured I was visible, friendly, and professional.No one would ever be able to accuse me of being difficult to work with. It was clear Scarlet had been spreading rumors, her whispers weaving a narrative that I was a diva trying to rise in the industry by flirting with William. But I would make sure her words came back to bite her.
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Things had been going well, or so I thought. After weeks of dealing with Scarlet's schemes, I finally felt like I was coming out on top. I had gained the respect of the crew, and my performance on set was being praised. It felt like I was proving myself, slowly but surely. But, of course, that was just a fragile illusion.One afternoon, after wrapping up a particularly difficult scene, I was headed back to my dressing room when I overheard two of the crew members talking in hushed voices."I don’t know, man. Did you see what happened with Scarlet yesterday? Poor thing’s been dealing with so much drama. It's like Margarette’s really out to get her."My heart sank. *Out to get her?* What were they talking about? I wasn’t the one causing tr
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I wasn’t sure when I’d made the decision to confront Scarlet. Maybe it was after another long day on set, when the glares and whispers had worn me down. Or maybe it was seeing Lucas’ innocent face when I came home, reminding me why I couldn’t let someone like Scarlet win.Either way, I knew that I had to face her, no more avoiding the issue.I waited until the day’s taping wrapped up. The lights dimmed, and the crew started packing up. I could feel the weight of my decision pressing down on me, but I kept moving forward. Scarlet was at her usual spot by the dressing room, talking with her assistant and giggling as if she hadn’t spent the entire day undermining me.“Scarlet,” I called out, my voice steady des
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I had been counting down the days until the movie wrapped up, and finally, my daily encounters with Scarlet eventually had come to an end. And in all fairness, I was proud of myself that I had endured her jabs, her attempts to sabotage my work, and her never-ending smug attitude on set for far too long. When the final scene was shot, and we were done, I felt like I could finally breathe again.But that relief was short-lived.A few weeks later, just as I was beginning to put the nightmare behind me, I received an invitation to an awards night. Vancouver Film & Artist Awards (VFAA). It was prestigious, hosted by one of the largest networks, and to my shock, I had been nominated for Best Newcomer Artist. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it—excited, maybe, but mostly, I was hesitant. The idea of possibly winning and then standing in front of all those people, being in the same room as industry legends, it felt too overwhelming. And then above all those things, there was the fact that S
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The hum of the party buzzed in the distance as William stood by my side, his hand resting gently on my shoulder, grounding me as I fought to keep my emotions in check. My heart pounded, and I had to remind myself to breathe. I wasn’t about to let Scarlet’s petty cruelty ruin this night for me. Not after everything I had been through to get here. Not when I had just tasted victory.William's phone buzzed, breaking the tense silence between us. He glanced at the screen and nodded curtly, motioning for me to follow. "My friend’s waiting outside. She’s a stylist. She’ll fix this,” he said, his tone reassuring, as though it was a given that the evening wasn’t going to end in humiliation.As we slipped through the dimly lit hallways, I kept my head down, my heart thudding in my chest. The ink stain on my gown was spreading, its inky tendrils a visible reminder of Scarlet’s latest attempt to sabotage me. But I couldn’t let her win. Not tonight. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing
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It had been several months since the awards night, but it still felt like yesterday. The sound of laughter and music from that evening echoed in my memory, but more than that, I remembered the way the crowd looked at me. I had walked into the event thinking I was just another guest, but by the end of the night, I became the center of attention—not just because of Scarlet’s failed attempt to humiliate me, but because I finally stood my ground and showed everyone who I truly was.What I didn’t expect was the ripple effect it would have on my life.At first, the emails came in slowly. A couple of messages from smaller brands, wanting to collaborate, offering sponsorships, and asking if I would consider promoting their products. I thought it was a joke at first. They wanted me to represent their products? And I couldn’t believe it. I’d never thought of myself as someone worthy of that kind of attention. Sure, I had always tried to dress well and carry myself with grace, but I wasn’t som
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Weeks had passed and I tried to come up with a new look that would best suite the role that I would play in the film.It was my first day on set, and although I had spent weeks preparing, nothing could have prepared me for the nerves twisting in my stomach. Meanwhile, there goes William, as usual calming presence by my side, glancing at me with a reassuring smile.“You’re going to be great out there, Marga,” he said, patting my shoulder. “It’s just the first day at work, but with cameras focus more on you. But don’t worry, I heard first day should be more one script reading especially with this production team who offered you this project. I’ve heard they go about that practice all the time.”“Right,” I mumbled, exhaling deeply as I looked around the bustling set. Crews were moving in every direction, adjusting lights, setting up cameras, and bustling around with papers and clipboards. It was overwhelming, to say the least. The stars of Canadian showbiz were all here—faces I had only
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The sound of footsteps pounding in the hallway was the last thing I heard before the door slammed open.I barely had time to react before a rush of armed men poured into the room, their eyes scanning every corner, landing finally on me. There was no mistaking the intent behind their cold stares.“Get down!” Leon’s voice crackled through the earpiece again, but there was no time to obey. I couldn’t allow myself to hesitate—not now, not when the truth was within reach.I raised my gun, my hands steady despite the chaos unfolding around me. I wasn’t going down without a fight, not after everything I had lost. Not after everything Elise’s father had taken from me.Before the first man could react, I fired. The sound of the shot echoed in the confined space, the bullet finding its mark in the man’s chest. His body crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud, but the others didn’t hesitate. They moved in faster, their guns drawn, but I was ready.I ducked behind the desk, using it as cover
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Dawn came in silver slivers through the cracks in the window. I hadn’t slept—not really. My mind was too loud, looping the footage over and over like a broken reel.Leon sat across from me at the table, sipping his coffee like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Neither of us had said much since the footage. We didn’t need to. The truth had cut so deep, it didn’t leave room for small talk.But I had questions.And I needed answers.“How long do you think he’s known I survived?” I finally asked, voice hoarse.Leon didn’t look away from his mug. “Long enough to start covering his tracks. But he didn’t expect the locket to resurface.”My hand instinctively reached for it. The locket was warm now, like it had absorbed my grief and fury. Inside was a picture of my mother and me—her arm around my tiny shoulders, her smile soft but tired. A photo I hadn’t even remembered until last night.“He killed her,” I whispered. “He killed my father. For what? A project?”“Not just a project,”
