His Tattoo, My Ring: Exposing the Billionaire’s Fake Bride Chapter 2

As the face of a Sterling brand, it wasn't hard for her to get his office line.

The call connected quickly.

A professional, smooth male voice answered—definitely not Xander’s.

"Miss Frost? Is something wrong?"

I recognized the voice. It was Caleb, Xander’s executive assistant.

Seraphina explained she was filming a show and wanted him to come for dinner.

The reply was clipped: "I’m afraid Mr. Sterling is in a board meeting. He is unavailable."

The line went dead.

Seraphina hadn't put it on speaker, so only those of us on set heard the cold rejection.

She didn’t blink. She put on a practiced "annoyed girlfriend" face and sighed to the host. "He’s such a workaholic. Board meetings, always board meetings."

The chat was undeterred:

[Chat: Even his assistant knows her! It’s basically official.]

[Chat: Can you imagine being so rich you stand up a movie star for a meeting? Sterling is such a boss.]

[Chat: Seraphina is basically the First Lady of the Sterling Empire at this point.]

The host played along. "That’s a shame. Who else will you invite?"

Seraphina tilted her head. "Give me a second to think… I have so many options."

While she "thought," the host turned to me. "Scarlett, your turn. Same challenge. Who are you inviting? A fellow actor?"

I shook my head. "No, not an actor."

"A friend? Family?"

I hesitated, then nodded.

"Can we ask who it is?"

I thought about the human volcano of jealousy waiting for me at home.

The challenge required me to invite someone to a public dinner. If I invited any other man, Xander would literally level the building.

So, I said his name. "Xander Sterling."

The host’s smile froze like a wax apple.

The live chat exploded.

[Chat: What is this Scarlett girl doing?]

[Chat: The audacity! You’re inviting another woman’s fiancé?]

[Chat: This is the ultimate clout-chase. A nobody trying to steal Seraphina’s spotlight!]

The producers were torn.

On one hand, the ratings just doubled.

On the other hand, Seraphina’s fans were becoming toxic, and they were worried about the stream getting flagged for harassment.

The host, sensing drama, asked, "And what do you have him saved as in your phone? Can we see?"

I looked at the lens and shook my head. "The number is private. I can’t show the screen."

Xander’s personal cell was a state secret. I wasn't about to leak it on live TV.

The chat hissed:

[Chat: She’s lying!]

[Chat: There’s no way a D-list actress has his personal cell! Thirsty much?]

Only a few lonely voices tried to defend me:

[Chat: To be fair, if it IS his real number, she’d get sued for showing it…]

Seraphina’s face was dark. Her voice was sharp. "Some people need to know their place. Chasing clout you didn't earn usually ends in a career-ending crash."

I didn’t even look at her. I just hit dial.