Chapter 103
Victoria’s POV
Maya gave me that look–the one that said she thought I was being elusional. “Victoria, even your agency can’t-
“Not them, you idiot!” I felt the first spark of hope I’d had in hours. Someone bigger. Someone with real power.” I snapped my fingers rapidly, suddenly energized. “Maya, call Quinn. Tell her I need to–actually, forget it. I’ll do it myself!”
I grabbed my phone, scrolling frantically through my contacts until found Quinn Hall–Stark Entertainment’s producer who’d treated me like garbage at my audition. The same Quinn who worked directly for Brandon Stark. The same Brandon Stark who could make this entire nightmare disappear with one phone call.
The phone rang four times before she picked up.
“Quinn Hall speaking.” Her voice was cool and professional, with that hint of condescension I’d come to hate.
“Quinn! Hi, it’s Victoria Taylor.” I forced warmth into my voice, despite wanting to claw her eyes out just yesterday. “I was hoping we could meet? It’s rather urgent.”
There was a pause. “Miss Taylor,” she finally said, her tone deliberately formal. “As you can imagine, I’m quite busy right now. And shouldn’t you be dealing with your… publicity situation?”
bit back a sharp retort. The old Victoria would have put this bitch in her place, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
“Quinn, please,” I softened my voice, injecting just the right amount of vulnerability. “Those photos online—they’re not what they seem. They’ve been manipulated, taken out of context. I just need a chance to explain. Could we meet? Or perhaps you could give me Brandon’s contact information? Or even James would work!”
Another pause, longer this time. I could practically hear her internal eye–roll.
“Mr. Stark doesn’t take personal calls, and I’m not authorized to share his contact information,” she replied, her voice clipped. “As for James, he’s unreachable at the moment.”
“But this is important!” I insisted, struggling to keep the desperation from my voice. “Quinn, please. My career is on the line here!”
“Miss Taylor, I sympathize with your situation, but there’s really nothing I can do.” Her tone made it clear she didn’t sympathize at all. “If you’re still interested in the role, we can proceed with your reading next week. Assuming you’re available, of course.”
The dismissal was so casual, so cutting, that for a moment I couldn’t respond. Was she serious? Treating me like just another actress while my entire life was falling apart?
“Of course I’m still interested,” I managed, my throat tight. “I’ll be there. Thank you, Quinn.”
I hung up before she could say anything else, throwing my phone onto Maya’s desk with enough force to make her jump.
“Fuck!” I screamed, not caring who heard me. “That cold–hearted bitch!”
Maya looked up cautiously. “I take it that didn’t go well?”
“No shit!” I snarled, grabbing my purse. “Call my driver. I need to go to Fortune Corp.”
‘Fortune Corp? But what about your parents-”
“Alex is my fiancé,” I cut her off, already halfway to the door. “If anyone’s going to help me, it’s him. He has to.”
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Alexander’s secretary tried to stop me, of course. Some mousy little thing whose name I’d never bothered to learn.
“Miss Taylor, Mr. Stark is in a meeting right now. If you
could just-
I brushed past her, heading straight for Alexander’s office. “He’ll see me.”
“But Miss Taylor!” She scurried after me, her sensible shoes squeaking against the polished floor. “You can’t just-“.
I pushed open Alexander’s door without knocking, ignoring her protests. Alexander looked up from his desk, his expression shifting from surprise to annoyance when he recognized me.
“Alex,” I said breathlessly, “you have to help me this time!”
He frowned, glancing at his flustered secretary. “It’s fine, Amy. You can go.”
The moment the door closed behind her, I dropped the desperate act and switched to full seduction mode. I locked the door with a soft click, then turned to face Alexander, letting my coat slip from my shoulders to reveal the skimpy dress underneath. His eye’s widened slightly–a good sign.
“Alex,” I whispered, slinking toward him. “You have to believe me. Those photos aren’t real. Someone’s out to ruin me.”
I circled his desk, catching his eyes as they dropped to my plunging neckline, my tits practically spilling out. Men were so fucking predictable..
“Sabotage?” Alexander scoffed, but the raw lust in his stare betrayed him as I perched on the edge of his desk. “Victoria, don’t play me for an idiot. Some of those shots are obviously old–you look barely twenty. Tell me the truth. Were you really-”
“Alex,” I cut him off, sliding onto his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing my body flush against his. “I’m serious about us. You know that. How could I be that kind of slut?” I ground against him, feeling his cock stiffen instantly under me. “Those photos are fake. Okay, maybe one or two are me, but they’re from movie scenes! Check them yourself if you don’t believe me!”
I buried my face in his neck, letting my tears soak his skin. Guys like Alexander couldn’t resist a gorgeous woman in distress- especially one rubbing her pussy against their throbbing hard–on.
“I need you,” I purred into his ear, my hand slipping down to grip his swollen dick through his pants, stroking it slow and firm/ “Only you can save me now.”
Alexander groaned, his fingers knotting in my hair. “Fuck, Vicky… it’s the middle of the goddamn workday…”
I’d never let him call me Vicky before–I despised that nickname–but now I just smirked against his skin.
“No one will know,” I cooed, sliding off his lap and dropping to my knees. I yanked his zipper down, and his thick cock sprang free, veins buiging, the tip already glistening with precum. “Please, Alex. Let me show you how much I need you right now.”
His grip tightened in my hair, pulling hard. “Yeah, I know, Vicky! Hurry up! Suck it now!”
I flashed a triumphant grin before lowering my head, knowing I had him by the balls–literally. Men were so easy to twist when you knew how to work them. I wrapped my lips around his fat cock, swallowing it deep, my tongue swirling around the head, throat squeezing him tight. I fucking hated every second of it, but I moaned like a porn star, bobbing my head fast and sloppy until he bucked and came hard, grunting as his hot, salty load flooded my mouth.
After, I climbed back into his lap, straddling his thighs like a cheap whore, my skirt hiked up to my waist, soaked panties grinding against him.
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“Alex,” I said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw. “I’m sorry about everything. This was all my fault.”
He stroked my hair absently, his expression distant. “I understand. I talk to Brandon again, but this is the last time, Victoria.”
I kissed him properly, hiding my triumph. “Thank you. I love you, Alk.” I shifted suggestively against him. “Do you want more?”
Alexander’s eyes darkened momentarily before he shook his head. “night. Not here.”
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Chapter 104
Victoria’s POV
1 paced outside Stark Tower, checking my phone obsessively. My ente career hung by a thread, and Alexander had been inside talking to Brandon for over an hour. When he finally emerged, I rushed forward.
“Alex! What happened? Did Brandon agree?”
Alex nodded, his expression unreadable. “He did.”
Relief flooded through me. I threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I knew it! Thank you, thank you!” I kissed him passionately, not caring who saw us.
Alex pushed me away. “Victoria, not here.”
“Sorry. I’m just so happy! So what’s the plan?”
“Don’t celebrate yet,” Alex warned. “He agreed to help, but there’s a condition. You need to sign with Stark Entertainment.”
I froze. “Sign with Stark Entertainment? But I’m already under contract with Horizon.”
“That’s his requirement. My uncle made it clear–he helps family, not strangers. He’s not going to clean up your image just so
another agency can profit.”
Family. That word changed everything. If I signed with his company, I’d be under Brandon Stark’s protection.
“Fine,” I decided immediately. “I’ll break my contract with Horizon right now.”
Alex looked surprised. “Just like that?”
“What’s there to think about? Horizon is practically a boutique agency compared to Stark Entertainment! Brandon Stark runs half of Wall Street. If I’m connected to him, my career won’t just recover–it skyrocket!”
“So you’re in?”
“Tell Brandon I accept. One hundred percent.”
Breaking my contract with Horizon proved harder than expected. My agent’s boss, was infuriatingly smug.
“Victoria, we’ve invested millions in your career,” he reminded me. “Your damaged brand doesn’t invalidate our agreement.”
“With the current publicity, I’m worthless to Horizon.”
“Perhaps. But we’d still take a substantial loss by releasing you.”
“Name your price,” I challenged.
He named a figure so outrageous I nearly choked. “That’s fucking insane!”
This dragged on through multiple meetings, with my parents and Alex eventually joining. Horizon wouldn’t budge–until suddenly, after a mysterious phone call, the boss changed his tune.
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“We’ve reconsidered. We’re prepared to release you for a reasonable termination fee.”
I knew Brandon must have pulled strings. The
free.
sonable” fee still hurt, but my parents and Alex covered it. By day’s end, I was
Walking into Stark Entertainment felt different this
- e. This was just another audition; this was my salvation.
James Wilson greeted me in the conference room, placing a thick document between us.
“This is your contract. Once signed, we can address your
blicity concerns.”
I reached for a pen immediately. What did details matter when my career was imploding?
“Miss Taylor, you’re signing without reading?” James asked, eyebrow raised.
I flashed my most winning smile. “Mr. Wilson, I trust you completely. Given my situation, I’m grateful anyone would take a chance
on me.”
“While I appreciate your confidence, I must insist you review it first. We’ll
later.”
be
colleagues, and I’d hate for misunderstandings to arise
Something in his tone made me pause. I started reading, and my stomach dropped. By page three, my hands were shaking with rage.
“What the fuck is this?” I slapped the contract down. “These terms are completely one–sided!”
James remained infuriatingly calm. “I believe I suggested you read it first.”
“But you didn’t warn me it would be this bad!” I flipped through frantically. “This isn’t a contract–it’s slavery!”
The terms were brutal: For five years, Stark Entertainment would rebuild my career, but I wouldn’t see a penny from my first year’s earnings. I couldn’t date anyone, couldn’t attend industry events without permission, and if I violated any term, I’d owe them 50% of my potential five–year earnings.
“This contract is invalid. It’s completely unfair!”
“Invalid?” James’s voice hardened. “A signature makes a contract quite valid, regardless of whether you read it. That’s basic business.”
“I’m related to the Stark family,” I tried desperately. “Mr. Stark wouldn’t do this to me!”
“Which Mr. Stark are you referring to?” James asked coolly.
He gathered his papers. “I understand if you need time to reconsider. However, our offer to help with your PR issue was contingent on signing with us. So if you’re declining…”
“Wait!” I called as he reached the door. As brutal as these terms were what choice did I have?
“I’ll sign,” I said through gritted teeth. “But you need to fix my situation immediately. And I want guarantees about my role in the film–significant screen time and the best scenes.”
James smiled thinly. “Follow the rules, and everything will work out fine. Don’t you agree?”
I forced myself to nod. “Yes.”
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True to their word, Stark Entertainment worked quickly. Within hours, the most damaging photos vanished from major sites. Their social media announced me as their newest talent, and the film’s account revealed details about my character–a complex villain with a tragic backstory.
Most impressively, they proved the explicit photos were actually from a European art film I’d shot years ago. I could finally breathe again.
Mom appeared in my doorway that evening. “Victoria, is everything okay? Did something happen with Brandon?”
“No, Mom, everything’s fine,” I assured her. “Brandon came through, and I’ve signed with Stark Entertainment. It’s all taken care of.”
I didn’t mention the brutal contract terms.
“Alex really came through for me,” I added.
“Of course he did,” Mom sat beside me. “He’s your fiancé. But Victoria, you need to be smarter from now on. Whatever happened in the past needs to stay buried.”
I nodded, thinking about how I’d secured Alex’s cooperation in his office.
“But Mom, we still have a problem with Grandpa’s shares. Summer can’t be allowed to keep them.”
“I know!” Mom’s face hardened. “Your grandfather has lost his mind, but your father and I see clearly. We know who’s truly family.”
“My concern,” she continued, “is that Summer might have already sold those shares.”
I laughed. “Mom, don’t worry. Summer’s not that stupid. She’s spent her entire life coveting Grandpa’s attention and assets. She’s never given up anything–not her toys, not Grandpa and Professor Thompson’s affection, not even Alexander!”
I gripped Mom’s hands tightly. “Now that she finally has those shares, she’ll want to gloat. We’ll find a way to take them back. We absolutely will get those shares back. No matter what it takes.”
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