Contracted Wife for the Hollywood Billionaire

It was undeniable to those on the outside that something was happening between them. They exchanged glances filled with so much emotion that it seemed as though they were having a conversation of their own. The smile he gave her during the rehearsal was genuine, revealing just how happy he was to be there.

Deep inside, Soph yearned to strike him, to feel the sting on her hand as she slapped him. But she restrained herself, concealing her feelings and continuing with the photo shoot.

The closeness, the moments of eye contact, and the touches made her heart race. How could her heart still stubbornly harbor affection for such a scoundrel, after everything he had done?

"You're furious," he remarked, interrupting her thoughts. She blinked, thinking she had imagined his words, but then she noticed him looking at her, surprised. The photographer stopped taking pictures. Cornered, Sophia felt a mix of confusion and embarrassment.

"What?" she feigned ignorance.

"At first, Alex hated Christophe, but you don't need to bring all of that back. We can focus on the good parts," he said, dripping with sarcasm.

"I don't think this position favors them," the other man commented as he approached them, repositioning them as he pleased. "Remember those passionate looks you shared on set? Try to bring them back."

As if it were easy. It wasn't a film shoot. In those situations, the two of them weren't as connected. Especially after that request, the words exchanged, and the provocations that occurred once the cameras stopped rolling.

"The poor guy doesn't even know you hate me," Chris whispered as soon as the man left.

Sophia squinted at him and noticed his gaze drifting toward the blonde he had been talking to earlier.

"Want to invite her for the shoot?" she wanted to tell herself not to show her disdain for their exchanged glances and smiles, but it got the better of her. "Perhaps there would be a better atmosphere."

"It's not my fault," he said, relishing in provoking her. He knew it was contradictory. Soph would say one thing but do another. Jealousy? He enjoyed rubbing that in her face. "It's you who looks at me as if you're hurt."

"You're the one ignoring me," she finally confessed.

"Do you want to know something? I'll give you both some space," the photographer huffed, giving up at that moment.

The two of them didn't care. The heated argument was far more entertaining.

"I'm not ignoring you," he furrowed his brow. "You told me to stay away. What am I supposed to do?"

"I never said any of that," Soph regretted uttering those words because that's when he caught her off guard. "Are you angry because I said 'no' to you?"