The Billionaire 3: Tyron Cruz novel Chapter 8

Isabella is about to go home when the producer and director of Closed Files decided that they will have a dinner together with all the cast. She wanted to go home after the shoot and see her husband but it will be disrespectful of her to decline the offer.

The dinner last for two hours, where they talk about their careers and various things. The veteran actors even tried pairing her with Anthony but they both firmly denied.

She is in the car with Hal and Jenny when Jenny suddenly cursed while staring at her phone and glanced at her with worried face.

“What’s wrong?” Hal asked as he glanced at his sister.

“Someone just took our photo outside the restaurant and they made an article about it.” Jenny answered, worried.

“Well, if the article is about the drama then I guess there is no problem.” Hal answered.

“That would be good if that’s the case.” Jenny said. “But the article is about Bella and Anthony.” Jenny added making her frown.

“Give me your phone, Jenny.” Isabella said, she doesn’t know why her heart is beating fast and she’s being nervous. She reads the article and she can’t help not to sigh. “Those paparazzies!” She clenches her teeth. “How could they post something like this when they don’t know what really happened?” She shakes her head.

“That’s the media’s work.” Hal answered. “They don’t care if they will ruin someone’s life or reputation, they will just write whatever they want.”

“Gosh! I hope Tyron will not see this.” She said as she returns Jenny’s phone.

“You have to explain it to him, Bella.” Hal said.

“I just hope that he is sleeping now and will not see the article before I told him.” she heaves out another sigh. “I don’t want to create an issue that would tarnish his reputation once it was announce that we’re married.”

“Issues are something that we cannot avoid in this industry, Bella.” Hal said. “But don’t worry, I will pull some strings to publish another story that it was not just you and Anthony who is in the restaurant.”

“Thank you, Hal.” She sighs. “I just hope that Tyron will listen to me.”

“I know that he will, Bella.” Jenny said.

“I just hope so.” She let out a sigh. She really hopes that he will listen to her even if she didn’t listen to him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Bella.” Hal said as she gets out of the car.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said and opened the door using her key. She’s on the stairs when she heard a loud crash on the bedroom.

She immediately rushes to their bedroom and open the door.

“Tyron, what’s happening?” She asked, her eyes fall on the broken vase on the floor and flowers and Tyron’s broken phone on the floor. “Are you okay?” She asked again, worried, as she approached Tyron.

“You’re accusing me of having an affair, but what are you doing?” Tyron asked making her flinch.

“Oh gosh, you read the article.” She said, worried. “Please, let’s go and talk in the other room. You’re barefooted and you might hurt yourself.”

“Oh, acting like you are worried about me, eh?” He said sarcastically.

“Please, Tyron, we can talk in the other room as Nana Helen and rose clean the room.”

“Talk? We have nothing to talk about, Isabella.” He said and walk pass through her not bothering if he might step unto a broken piece of the vase.

“Tyron, please.” She pleaded but he didn’t stop nor looks back at her. She went out of the room and saw Nana Helen and Rose standing outside the room with worried eyes. “Nana, please clean the room and put the flowers on another vase.” She said before going after Tyron to his study room.

“Tyron, let’s talk.” She said as she opens the door. Tyron is standing in the middle of the room. “It’s not what you think.” She said as she approaches him.

“Give me one reason to listen to your explanation, Isabella.” He sternly asked. “Did you even listen to me every time you accuse me of having an affair?” He asked making her feel guilty.

“I’m sorry.” She apologized. “But that articles—”

“Is what, Bella?” He asked, challenging her. “Is it just an issue? But there are photos, Bella, and you can’t deny that.”

“I know, those photos are not just made up. It is true that I am with Anthony—”

“Then there’s nothing to talk about, Bella.” Tyron said in a calm tone but she can feel his anger through his cold glare.

“No, there is!” She insisted as she grabs his hand. “It is not me and Anthony who is at the restaurant, we are with the whole crew, even Hal and Jenny are there.” She explained as she looks straight to his cold eyes. “I really wanted to come home as soon as we finished packing up, but our director and producer wanted to have team dinner and it would be rude of me to decline.” She added and she can feel that slowly, Tyron’s body calmed down.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me, Isabella, we are just married because of that damn contract.” He said making her heart sank. “Whatever you do is none of my business, you can have an affair if you want.” He added but she can see that he clenched his jaws.

She moves her hands to cup his cheeks.

“Believe me, Tyron, I really do want to come home to check on you. That article is nonsense, and besides Anthony is dating my stylist, Jenny.” She said.

“Is that true?” Tyron ask staring sternly at her eyes.

“Yes, he’s dating my—”

“Is it true that you wanted to come home immediately?” Tyron cuts her off.

“Yes, I wanted to check up on you.” She smiled. “I know that we married not because of love but we are husband and wife, and I will not do anything that would tarnish your reputation.”

Tyron didn’t say anything but he cups her face and capture her lips. His kisses are soft and slow at first, but he slowly lets his lips linger until they are pressed firmly against hers.

Isabella closed her eyes and rest her hands against his chest. His breath quickens at her touch. His hands move to her waist and pulls her closer, making her lips part slightly from the sudden surprise of his touch and Tyron took it as an opportunity to kiss her deeper and slipping his tongue against her making her moan softly while exploring each other’s mouth fully.

Her fingers wander upwards and entangle themselves in his hair, as if begging him to touch her more. He slowly takes her hands and holds them in his own as he lengthens his kisses with every breath.