My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The dawn had shaken off the grip of night, but the shadows under Janet’s eyes still clung on, remnants of a restless slumber. Her mind, a haunted house, had been infested with nightmares. Faceless figures prowled through her dreams, hungry for her peace, or Vivi-her face a crimson mask-cried out accusations of injustice from beyond the grave.

This spectral onslaught had left Janet with a melancholy that clung to her like a second skin.

Yet, she rallied. Gathering her things, she steeled herself for the day’s work.

Her husband, Brandon, took in her pallid complexion with a furrowed brow. Genuine concern lacing his words, he suggested, “Maybe you should consider taking the day off? I fear Vivi’s kin might stir up a storm at the studio and you could get caught in the crossfire.” But Janet was unyielding. Her voice, a whisper laced with iron, responded, “The studio’s still in its infancy, and we’re already navigating such a cnisis. It’s crucial that I’m there, guiding it through. I can’t abandon my crew or show a hint of fear.”

Brandon found himself in the face of an immovable object. He conceded, a solemn nod to his white flag. “At least promise to be cautious. If anything goes south, I want to hear from you immediately.”

Janet reached up, pressing a reassuring kiss to Brandon’s cheek. “Don’t worry,” she soothed. “We’ll weather this storm.”

Just as she was about to step into her shoes, her phone rang. Lexi’s voice breezed through the phone line, her tone as unruffled as ever. “Boss, when can I expect you? The studio’s electricity bill is overdue, and we need to settle it.”

Janet stilled before replying calmly, “I’m on my way. Just hold on.” Without a word, Brandon bent to help Janet with her shoes. Once the call ended, he asked, curiosity tugging at his brows, “Is something amiss at the studio?”

her phone screen as she shared, “Lexi footed the electricity bill-a grand,

deepened, a portent of stormy weather. “Something’s

be in its crosshairs. Her call could have been a veiled plea for help. I need to get

We’ll take the security detail with us. Whatever comes our way, we’ll

lips pressed into a

shifted in her seat. “Please speed up.

tightened around hers, his words a soothing

she confessed, “If anything happens to

voice a comforting blanket. “The security team is already en route. They’ll keep

Brandon breathed a moment’s respite into

the calm was fleeting, her heartbeat quickening again as she contemplated the impending confrontation.

chaos be the handiwork of the puppet master she was yet to unmask? Was

most importantly, how was she to

misstep could have catastrophic consequences, potentially escalating the crisis and tarnishing