She bore a striking resemblance to her aunt Emma, who absolutely adored her. To inflate the girl’s ego, Emma had constantly assured Antonia that Finnian, her cousin, harbored a massive soft spot for her as well.

Given that Finnian was the undisputed king of Wye’s business empire and possessed drop-dead gorgeous looks, having his favor was the ultimate flex. Antonia had always gloated about her cousin’s supposedly special treatment of her.

Believing she was his favorite, the moment she heard about the sudden financial injection into her show, her narcissistic brain instantly concluded it was a grand gesture dedicated solely to her. She was practically vibrating with joy.

Finnian stared down at the girl obstructing his path, his expression darkening into a lethal scowl.

He had never been close to his mother’s side of the family. He had met Antonia a handful of times and quickly pegged her as an obnoxious, entitled brat. Naturally, he couldn’t stand her.

But since she had never actively crossed him, he had previously tolerated her existence from a distance.

However, jumping in front of him right now and spewing such delusional nonsense severely tested his nonexistent patience.

He completely shattered her fantasy without a shred of remorse. “I didn’t invest in this show for you, and I am certainly not here to see you.”

Antonia’s smile violently collapsed. “If you’re not here for me, then who are you looking for?”

Finnian’s gaze shifted slightly, locking onto Amara, who was sitting on the folding stool just a few feet away. “I’m here for my wife.”

“…”

Antonia stood frozen in sheer disbelief.

Wasn’t his recent wedding completely called off? Where the hell did a wife come from?

Before she could demand an explanation, Finnian aggressively brushed past her. He closed the distance with terrifying speed, coming to a halt directly in front of Amara.

Under the stunned scrutiny of over a hundred crew members, Finnian’s cold demeanor melted into something entirely possessive. He reached down, wrapping his large hand around Amara’s, and asked in alow, intimate voice. How have your first few days on set been? Are they treating you well?”

Amara’s face erupted into a fiery blush. She glared at him, absolutely mortified, refusing to say a word.

The soundstage was massive and inherently chaotic, but they were standing hear the wide-open center space. Because he hadn’t bothered to lower his voice, his words had echoed crystal clear to everyone, nearby.

When he had proudly announced he

was “here for my wife” to Antonia

half the crew had heard him. Amara had felt a sickening drop in her.

drain her

Stomach an instinctual urge to bolt

But before she could even stand up, the man had stalked over, claiming her hand in

front of the entire studio with sickening tenderness.

While a few people desperately pretended to fix lighting rigs, the overwhelming majority of the crew were openly gaping at them in sheer shock.

A massive circle of bystanders had perfectly caught the exchange with Antonia.

Everyone knew Antonia was part of the Everly family-she never shut up about it. And it was common knowledge that Finnian shared that bloodline.

So when the billionaire dropped the bomb about looking for his wife, they all knew exactly what it meant.

And then they watched him lock his fingers with Amara’s.

Finnian Everly’s wife was… Amara?