Page 126 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

It’s a lie, of course. I’m terrified. But I refuse to let him see it.

“I made you.

Without me, you would have never gotten your first modeling gig.

No one would have ever paid attention to the country bumpkin.

This,” he spreads his arms wide to gesture to the gala outside the doors, “this wouldn’t be possible without me.”

“I did this.”

“I made you, and then you were able to do it because of that,” he hisses.

“I don’t know why you’re doing this, Andrew. You left on good terms and…”

“You ruined me when you fired me! Good terms! Are you that delusional?”

“I didn’t…”

“You were my biggest client! I was counting on that income, and then you took it away from me with no warning. I lost my wife and…”

“You weren’t married,” I whisper.

“I gave you plenty of warnings that things weren’t working out, but you were too busy to take action.

I needed a manager who could prioritize me, but that wasn’t you.

There were no hard feelings until you began torturing me.”

“You ruined me!” he screams.

His expression shifts, anger flashing in his eyes. He lunges, and I barely manage to sidestep him, my shoulder slamming into the wall as I move.

I grab a metal tray from a nearby shelf, clutching it like a shield.

“Help!” I scream, my voice hoarse. “Someone, help!”

He grabs a handful of my hair, yanking me backward. The pain is blinding, tears springing to my eyes as I struggle against his grip.

Desperation takes over, and I swing the tray blindly, the metallic clang echoing in the small room.

The door bursts open, and suddenly, Andrew is gone, tackled to the ground by a blur of movement. It takes me a moment to register Tad pinning him against the wall, his expression a mask of fury.

“Stay down, you bastard,” Tad growls, snapping handcuffs onto Andrew’s wrists. “You’re done.”

I collapse against the wall, my legs too shaky to hold me up. The adrenaline drains from my body, leaving me trembling and weak. The room feels like it’s spinning, the edges of my vision blurring.

“Grace!” Theo’s voice cuts through the chaos, sharp and desperate. He’s at my side in an instant, pulling me into his arms. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

I shake my head, my face buried against his chest. His familiar scent and the solid warmth of his embrace are the only things keeping me grounded.

“He didn’t…I don’t know…I…I think I’m okay.”

“You stupid bitch!” Andrew growls. “This isn’t over. They’ll let me out again and I’ll…”

Tad slams his head down against the concrete. “Oops, must’ve slipped. Don’t speak anymore.”

An officer scurries into the room and begins reading Andrew his Miranda rights. He’s not listening though as he continues to spew threats at me while they try to contain him.

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