The Secret Wife Of Hollywood's Monk

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 734 | Released on: 22/01/2026

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his ear, his face gray. He didn't even look at Ivy as he end

-filled eyes. "And the web series... the producer just emailed. They'r

ugh. "That's code for 'we don't want the

pposed to be her break. It was a gritty drama. She had auditi

left?" Ivy asked, h

y. "Let's see. The teeth whitening ad? Gone. The cameo in the sitcom?

apped up. "Th

. Kennedy Gilmore is circling the lead. And Darius is an auteur. He cares about

dy Gi

girl who smiled like a ray of sunshine and whispered poison in the makeup chair. She had s

would win. And Ivy would be th

t audition,

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e idea was forming in her head, reckless and s

? That you have a

anket falling to the floor

shows you g

pted, her heart pounding so hard she though

oze. "F

th. This was it. The

d, her voice steadying.

s widened.

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ead silent. Kia

hispered the wor

He made me promise never to use his name. That's why I ignored him on the carpet until I fell. And

seconds. Then, a slow, mani

eathed. "Oh my god

it! The way he didn't push you away immediately! It's not sexual harassment; it's an awkward family reunion! And the

"Holt has to confirm it.

ght. The Monk. Wi

aid, feeling sick. "I have

ousin' angle to TMZ, the narrative flips. You go from 'pred

r phone. Her han

the most powerful man in Hollywood that he was

and thinking of Kennedy Gilmore's sm

message thread

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The Secret Wife Of Hollywood's Monk

Mischa Taube Modern

“Ivy wasn't just another D-list actress struggling to survive in the shark-infested waters of Hollywood. She was secretly Mrs. Holt Nicholson, the wife of the world's most famous, elusive, and supposedly celibate movie star. The secret that kept her safe became her cage during a high-profile charity gala. A loose thread on the red carpet sent her stumbling, and her hands landed directly on Holt's crotch in front of a thousand flashing cameras. By the next morning, Ivy was the most hated woman on the planet. The hashtag #IvySnowMolester trended number one worldwide. Her L'Oreal deal was dead, her upcoming series fired her, and her rival, Kennedy Gilmore, led a public crusade to bury her for good. Paparazzi laid siege to her apartment while fans leaked her address on the dark web. She wasn't just losing her career; she was being hunted like a predator. The world saw a violation, but Ivy knew the truth-it was a freak accident. Holt had even gripped her arm to steady her, a detail the cameras conveniently missed. Now, she was trapped between a mob demanding her head and a husband whose silence felt like a death sentence. Desperate to save her, Ivy's agent told a massive lie: they weren't married, they were "cousins." Ivy expected a lawsuit from Holt's shark lawyers, but instead, the superstar publicly claimed her as family and snubbed her enemies. He didn't serve her divorce papers; he ordered her to move into his high-tech fortress to prep for the role of a lifetime, proving that being "family" was far more dangerous than being a stranger.”