Chapter 2

“Cut! Cut! Hey, I said cut!”

The director yelled repeatedly but Liam was so immersed in a steamy kiss with his leading lady, Anne Moore, that I – Liam’s assistant – was instructed to separate them.

Tapping my husband’s shoulder to stop him from making out with a younger woman was something I... already expected. This is for the better. The sooner my husband climbs to the top of this industry, the sooner he can reveal our secret marriage to the world.

“Sir Liam, the scene has already ended.” My voice almost cracked, especially when I saw his hand groping one of Anne’s voluptuous breasts. I instantly flickered my gaze away, repeating a chant in my mind: ‘This is his work, this is part of his job. Calm down Kerri.’

Finally, they pulled their faces away from each other. Both of them were gasping for air, staring intently into one another’s gazes, completely dismissing my presence behind them.

“Good God, get a room, you two!” the director said, jokingly.

Both of them turned their heads towards the director, and the shock on their faces showed that they completely forgot that dozens of people were watching them.

“Oops! Sorry, we were so immersed in our...” Anne paused to glance back at Liam seductively, giving him a grin, “...roles.” She pushed herself off of the bed and brushed her tight skirt that gave little to no imagination of what her curves looked like. Once again, giving Liam a quick sexy smirk before walking off of the set towards her stylist for a retouch.

Liam stood up from the bed, almost bumping into me, so I stepped to the side, preferably the farthest corner of the studio, away from the spotlight, just as Liam wanted me to do, because this was his moment.

The director watched the final shot from the camera screen. His face was stern. Even I, who was at the other end of the studio, could see his brows furrowing, but after a while, a satisfied expression grew on his face along with an approving nod.

“Good job, that’s a wrap, everybody!”

Finally, the half-year-long filming of Liam’s new action movie has ended.

A round of applause filled the room. Everyone worked hard for this project, especially my husband, who stayed countless nights here in the studio to work with Anne.

He was clapping the loudest, so all eyes turned to him, and he loved it.

He loves being the center of the attention. It is one of his perks that I liked about him, so seeing him being surrounded by people who adore his talent makes me smile.

“Nice work everyone, dinners on me!” Liam announced, turning my smile upside down.

Everyone rejoiced, everyone except me – who is aware that he doesn't have an allotted budget to pay for the dinner of an entire filming crew, not to mention that all the restaurants around the area were all overly expensive.

Pushing my glasses up my nosebridge, I called, “Sir Liam–” I tried to pull him to the side, but he refused, yanking my hand away.

“Not now, Kerri.” He hissed at me discreetly, before looking back at everyone to flash a bright smile at them.

I waited in the corner again, clutching onto my iPad that showed his schedule for today, because once again, he impulsively announced something even though he had an interview booked later.

Now, I have to reschedule and face the reporters’ disdain for making them waste their time, but I have to endure.

This is for us.

“Isn’t she coming with us?” Anne Moore spoke to Liam after seeing me at the corner. She must have recognized me for being the girl who was always tailing behind Liam.

I pretended I wasn’t hearing their conversation, making it look like I was occupied with rearranging the schedules, but I could feel Liam’s burning look pressing on my shoulders before speaking. “No, she has other things to do,” Liam’s voice always sounded nice when speaking with Anne, soft and alluring.

I slightly looked up and caught Anne’s pitiful gaze directed at me, “She must be hungry, that poor girl.” The way she talks about me makes me feel like a dog, a pet to be brought along with a leash. “Who is she anyway?” She added, her curious gaze burning at my face.

What irks me the most is that I have been following Liam around for the entire six months of filming, but this is the first time she has noticed my presence. I know I am a wallflower but isn't it human decency to remember a person you're working with?

I expected Liam to defend me, but all I heard was their footsteps leaving the studio. I look up and see his hand behind Anne's back, dangerously close to her ass while her head was leaning lovingly against his shoulder.

I heard him answer her question before they left through the door, determined to leave me behind.

“She is just my assistant,”

I bit down the bubbling emotions in my chest after being denied like that. But it doesn't matter, laugh all you want, Anne Moore, someday soon, my Liam Tate would introduce me to the world as his wife who helped him get to where he is now.

He is the 27-year-old actor who blew away studio executives and producers with his stunning visuals, making waves with his acting skills and charming playboy personality.

And I, Kerri Coleman, is the one working behind the scenes to ensure this success.

Our secret that only the two of us share was a condition I wholeheartedly accepted, believing that an available actor would gain more popularity than a married one, and it was effective. My husband rose to fame almost immediately as piles of adoring fans found out he had no partner in life, deluded in their own story that they had a chance to bag a hottie playboy like him if they kept supporting his career.

But now that Liam had already made a name for himself thanks to my hard work and PR management, I know that any day now he would finally reveal our marriage so we could stop hiding the truth, so I could finally join them in their after-parties not as his assistant, but as his wife.

“Kerri, you can do this.” I mumbled to myself after being left alone again, catching a glimpse of my reflection in the large mirror at the corner of the wall.

My hair was all over the place from running here and there to do some errands for Liam. It looked dull and lifeless, and the dark circles under my eyes became more prominent after staying up all night working for him.

It seems that taking care of Liam’s career is making me forget to take care of myself...

But I know this will pay off soon.

With determination coursing through my veins, I dialed a number on my phone and waited for an answer before speaking in my forced cheery tone.

Just as I expected, they were furious about the change and began screaming at me on the phone. I understand their frustration. They flew all the way here just to exclusively get Liam’s story of his rise to fame, but it got canceled out of nowhere.

The call ended with them agreeing to move the interview to tomorrow morning after I offered to pay for their hotel and food, I exhaled loudly and pinched the bridge of my nose to relieve my headache.

I looked one last time at my reflection and ran my fingers through my hair to at least make myself look presentable before heading out, but as I pulled my fingers away I noticed a considerable amount of hair strands falling off then I felt something hot running from my nose... blood.

My nose was bleeding.