Page 119 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

And she’s ready to start the cycle all over again.

I stand and straighten my shirt, taking a deep breath. "I’ll handle it."

Jenna doesn’t look convinced, but she gives me a slight nod. “Just remember, Grace... stay calm in the interview, especially if they mention her. She’s only done this, trying to provoke you.”

“I know,” I say, forcing a smile. “I’ve got this.”

When we arrive at the studio, the atmosphere is tense, and I feel the weight of what’s about to happen. The production team is already setting up, and there’s a buzz of activity.

But as soon as my eyes land on the blonde in the corner, I realize that Alexia has decided to take her slander on the road.

She’s sitting in a corner, waiting with a smirk on her face; I feel my blood start to boil.

Why is she here?

I can already feel the tension in my chest. As I walk into the room, she looks up, her eyes flicking to mine with an all-too-familiar glint of malice.

“Grace,” she says, her voice dripping with sweetness, but her eyes tell a different story. “I didn’t expect to see you here today. How quaint.”

I force a smile, keeping my voice steady. “You shouldn’t be so surprised. I’m involved in a lot of things these days.”

She raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by my response.

“Oh, I’m sure you are. It must be nice to have everything handed to you on a silver platter. But we all know how that works, don’t we?”

I won’t let her get to me. Not today.

I take a seat across from her, a polite distance between us, making sure to keep my posture calm, my expression neutral.

“I’ve been working hard,” I say, my voice calm.

“Building something real, something that will help people. It’s not about ‘platters.’ It’s about dedication and purpose.”

“You’re so cute, pretending like you’re better than the rest of us.

It must be nice to be Theo’s ‘perfect woman,’ isn’t it?

You’ve really got him wrapped around your finger.”

I hear the way she says “perfect,” like it’s a derogatory term. Like there’s something wrong with it. I know exactly what she’s trying to do—undermine me, provoke me, get me riled up.

And I’m not going to give her the satisfaction. Not today.

“Theo and I are happy. We’ve worked hard to get where we are. I’m not interested in playing games.”

Her lips curl into a sly smile. “Oh, Grace. You don’t even see it, do you? You’re just another pretty face to him. Another steppingstone. Just like I was.”

“We both know that’s not true. Why don’t you let the past be the past.”

She leans forward, crossing her arms.

“Oh, I’m not interested in talking about the past, darling.

I’m interested in the present.

And let’s face it, everyone knows he’ll get bored of you sooner or later.

It’s only a matter of time.”

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