The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

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.”

Her agent was pacing around the room anxiously. “It’s not about that. The fans might not be able to see what you were trying to do, but Kirby Wilde, that paparazzo, was somehow irked by what you had posted. In response, he’s been posting all the bad news about you and they’ve all gone viral now!”

The smile on Emani’s face hadn’t

sensible? You have executed a myriad of atrocious deed and we spent copious amounts of time and money covering it up.

on Kirby’s post to

the victim and the other woman the vicious bitch. Kirby also implied that Emani had probably devised this plan and purposely

that Emani had been sleeping with men to secure roles in plays, as well as bullying other actresses. There

he get his hands on such foolproof evidence?” Emani was so

frigid 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