in his arms, a lovely vision in pink.
Shane had been the last to arrive, making a grand entrance in a transparent gown. The Queen had been so scandalized she had ordered Shane to have her dinner in her bedroom.
Shane’s attitude on the first day of filming had also set a precedent. If she heard someone had gone to climb the Mt. Everest, Shane would say she had done it twice. If she heard someone had come to the set with a new Louis Vuitton bag, she would make sure to mention that she had given hers to her housekeeper because it was no longer interesting. If she heard someone enjoyed their recent vacation at the Bahamas, she would yawn and say that place was oh-so-old since she had been there countless times.
On and on it went that the director finally had to pay Willem a visit in his office. “Sorry, Mr. de Konigh, but I have to be the bearer of bad news.”
Willem put his pen down. “I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”
“It is,” the director said miserably. “It’s the crew. They’re threatening to boycott tonight’s celebratory dinner.”
“I see. That is a problem. Do you happen to know why?”
“Well…” He grimaced. “It’s your future sister-in-law, sir.”
“Ah. They do not wish her to attend?”
He nodded glumly.
The Dutch billionaire simply nodded. “I’ll do what I can.”
“Okay, boss.” As the director turned away to leave, he wondered uneasily if he had just imagined the cruel gleam in the billionaire’s eyes.
Surely—
Nah.
This was Willem de Konigh, the most gentlemanly of all billionaires. He and his fiancée were so nice they had even invited Shane Raleigh to be a part of the documentary even when she was such a bitch to Mrs. Willem.
He shook his head. The Dutch billionaire would probably just give the model the equivalent of a light slap on the wrist and that was it.
****
To promote the documentary, whose proceeds would be donated to the kingdom’s charitable foundation, the producers had decided to shoot a one-hour special that revolved completely around the rumored love triangle between the Dutch billionaire and the two Raleigh sisters.
Serenity had expected Willem to refuse, but her fiancé had surprised her instead by agreeing. And so here she was , Serenity thought glumly, being forced to spend more time than necessary with Shane. The two of them were in the kitchen, Serenity busy making sushi rolls while across her, Shane sat cross-legged on a stool as she gushed about the latest adventures she’d had with her fiancé.
“Have you enjoyed a camel ride in the desert with your fiancé yet?”
“Umm, no—”
“Oh, poor you,” Shane said, her tone oozing with sympathy.
Behind her, the cameramen rolled their eyes and Serenity, having caught sight of them, swallowed back a laugh. “It is, umm, unfortunate.” But if the news articles were to be believed, the camel ride Shane was talking about had been a rather embarrassing moment for her half-sister. Her sixty-year-old fiancé, having enjoyed a sumptuous lunch before it, had farted the entire time, in the presence of Shane and several other model friends she had invited to the trip.
Time seemed to pass slowly as Shane continued to regale Serenity and the crew about her latest exploits, most of which they had already heard before. When she was done with her sushi rolls, Serenity jumped off the stool and Eslee, a dog she and Willem were babysitting for Damen and Mairi Leventis while they toured the kingdom’s capital, immediately rushed to her.
Smiling, she bent down to scratch the dog’s head affectionately.
Shane’s lip curled. “That’s such a hideously—”
“Shane!” She covered the dog’s ears protectively. “That’s not nice.”
“But it’s true, and you know it.” As Shane spoke, Willem appeared at the doorway, and the billionaire’s lips curved at the way his fiancée’s blue eyes lit up at the sight of him. I love you, those beautiful eyes said even as she spoke in a
Shane had been the last to arrive, making a grand entrance in a transparent gown. The Queen had been so scandalized she had ordered Shane to have her dinner in her bedroom.
Shane’s attitude on the first day of filming had also set a precedent. If she heard someone had gone to climb the Mt. Everest, Shane would say she had done it twice. If she heard someone had come to the set with a new Louis Vuitton bag, she would make sure to mention that she had given hers to her housekeeper because it was no longer interesting. If she heard someone enjoyed their recent vacation at the Bahamas, she would yawn and say that place was oh-so-old since she had been there countless times.
On and on it went that the director finally had to pay Willem a visit in his office. “Sorry, Mr. de Konigh, but I have to be the bearer of bad news.”
Willem put his pen down. “I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”
“It is,” the director said miserably. “It’s the crew. They’re threatening to boycott tonight’s celebratory dinner.”
“I see. That is a problem. Do you happen to know why?”
“Well…” He grimaced. “It’s your future sister-in-law, sir.”
“Ah. They do not wish her to attend?”
He nodded glumly.
The Dutch billionaire simply nodded. “I’ll do what I can.”
“Okay, boss.” As the director turned away to leave, he wondered uneasily if he had just imagined the cruel gleam in the billionaire’s eyes.
Surely—
Nah.
This was Willem de Konigh, the most gentlemanly of all billionaires. He and his fiancée were so nice they had even invited Shane Raleigh to be a part of the documentary even when she was such a bitch to Mrs. Willem.
He shook his head. The Dutch billionaire would probably just give the model the equivalent of a light slap on the wrist and that was it.
****
To promote the documentary, whose proceeds would be donated to the kingdom’s charitable foundation, the producers had decided to shoot a one-hour special that revolved completely around the rumored love triangle between the Dutch billionaire and the two Raleigh sisters.
Serenity had expected Willem to refuse, but her fiancé had surprised her instead by agreeing. And so here she was , Serenity thought glumly, being forced to spend more time than necessary with Shane. The two of them were in the kitchen, Serenity busy making sushi rolls while across her, Shane sat cross-legged on a stool as she gushed about the latest adventures she’d had with her fiancé.
“Have you enjoyed a camel ride in the desert with your fiancé yet?”
“Umm, no—”
“Oh, poor you,” Shane said, her tone oozing with sympathy.
Behind her, the cameramen rolled their eyes and Serenity, having caught sight of them, swallowed back a laugh. “It is, umm, unfortunate.” But if the news articles were to be believed, the camel ride Shane was talking about had been a rather embarrassing moment for her half-sister. Her sixty-year-old fiancé, having enjoyed a sumptuous lunch before it, had farted the entire time, in the presence of Shane and several other model friends she had invited to the trip.
Time seemed to pass slowly as Shane continued to regale Serenity and the crew about her latest exploits, most of which they had already heard before. When she was done with her sushi rolls, Serenity jumped off the stool and Eslee, a dog she and Willem were babysitting for Damen and Mairi Leventis while they toured the kingdom’s capital, immediately rushed to her.
Smiling, she bent down to scratch the dog’s head affectionately.
Shane’s lip curled. “That’s such a hideously—”
“Shane!” She covered the dog’s ears protectively. “That’s not nice.”
“But it’s true, and you know it.” As Shane spoke, Willem appeared at the doorway, and the billionaire’s lips curved at the way his fiancée’s blue eyes lit up at the sight of him. I love you, those beautiful eyes said even as she spoke in a
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