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Poor Billionaire Wife: Who Is The Real Boss

Lloyd Perold

Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"

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Lena Carter had dreamed of this moment her whole life.

The warm glow of the audition room lights, the script in her hands, the silent expectation from a panel of directors-this was her shot. After years of struggling through small roles and commercial gigs, she had finally landed a final callback for the lead role in Ever After, a major Hollywood romance set to take over the box office.

And then, he walked in.

Noah Sinclair.

Hollywood's golden boy. A-list actor. Serial heartbreaker. Walking ego in a perfectly tailored jacket.

Lena barely had time to react before he strolled past her, oozing the effortless charm that made casting directors fall at his feet. He glanced at her-no, through her-and then smirked.

"New?" His voice was smooth, arrogant.

Lena raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

He tilted his head, as if trying to place her. "Haven't seen you around before. You must be new."

"I'm not new." She folded her arms, her heart pounding, though she refused to let it show. "And even if I was, does it matter?"

Noah chuckled, sliding into the chair across from her with the confidence of a man who already had the role. "Relax, rookie. I was just making conversation."

Rookie?

Lena clenched her jaw. She'd worked her ass off for this audition, clawed her way up from coffee-fetching assistant to standing in this very room. And this guy-this actor-thought he could dismiss her with a single word?

"Save your charm for the cameras," she shot back, flipping open her script.

A slow, amused grin spread across his face. "Feisty. This should be fun."

Before Lena could fire back, the casting director, a stern woman with sharp glasses, walked in. "Alright, let's get started. We'll be testing chemistry today. Noah, Lena-you're up first."

Lena froze.

Wait. She was reading with him?

Noah stood, stretching lazily before flashing her a wink. "Try to keep up, rookie."

Lena's blood boiled.

Oh, she'd keep up. She'd outshine him.

She followed him to the center of the room, where the casting director handed them both a scene. Lena scanned it quickly-it was the moment the two lead characters, former lovers, reunited after years apart. It was raw, emotional. A gut punch of a scene. And she had to deliver it with him.

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