My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The smile on Emani’s face hadn’t disappeared in the slightest bit.

She was even imagining how she would receive the prize for best actress of the year at an International Film Festival.

"What happened? Calm down." Emani said, as she casually lay across the bed.

"Why are you still lying there?! Get up and put on your clothes.Are you aware that the company has already started an emergency PR meeting?"

The agent’s face turned bright crimson with rage.

She pulled Emani to sit up in the bed and with a roar, she said, "Why are you so dumb? Why couldn’t you just sleep at night, like a normal person? Why did you have to post that comment and cause trouble for everyone?"

"What are you going on about?"

Emani enquired with utter confusion, "What’s going on? I did post a tweet just now, but it was a great one, wasn’t it? The fans are angrier at that bitch than ever now."

was pacing around the

but Kirby Wilde, that paparazzo, was somehow irked by what you had posted.In response,

covers off herself and jumped off the

"Let me see!"

agent flung the phone in front of her and said, "Well, see for yourself! I have told you time and time again to behave yourself.Why can’t you be more sensible? You have executed a myriad of atrocious deed and we spent copious amounts

clicked on Kirby’s post

intention in posting what she had said to paint herself as the victim and

that Emani had probably devised this plan

with men to secure roles in

extensive details

pictures and

he get his hands on such foolproof

her voice was

look, the agent said, "He has been a paparazzo for years.You should know his reputation of having brought down several A-listers to their knees.If he resolves to take someone down, he ensures he gets solid, irrefutable evidence so that the person will never be able to