The Scandal’s Plot Twist: My Billionaire Husband Just Crashed the Set Chapter 1

I was blacklisted by the entire internet for supposedly being the "other woman" in an A-list movie star’s relationship.

The production crew of a dating reality show wanted to watch the world burn, so they invited me to join the show alongside the star and his girlfriend.

I didn't want to go, but they simply offered too much money.

The whole world expected to watch me fail at seducing him. Instead, a silver Maserati MC20 roared into the frame.

The driver, with a wicked smirk and a lazy drawl, said: "Honey, why did you leave for the set without waiting for me?"

With that one sentence, the entire live stream crashed.

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Because I was photographed looking "too close" with my co-star, Austin Hayes, I was labeled as the homewrecker destroying his relationship with his non-celebrity girlfriend.

My fans tried to defend me, which only led to more accusations—claiming I was "bullying a commoner."

In the heat of the scandal, the producers of the reality show Catch the Spark decided to lean into the chaos. They invited me to be a guest.

I wasn’t interested in the drama, but the paycheck they offered had too many zeros to ignore.

Austin and his girlfriend, Lila Moore, were the "it" couple of the show. They had a massive following of "shippers." That’s why everyone was so vicious toward me when the rumors broke.

But this was a dating show. What was I supposed to do there? Be a mascot?

The producers were vague. "Just show up," they said. "We’ll handle the rest."

On the first day of filming, the moment I appeared on screen, the comment section exploded.

Most of it was pure vitriol.

—"WTF? Sienna actually showed up?"

—"She has no shame. Dancing right in front of the real girlfriend."

—"Cancel the homewrecker!"

The few fans brave enough to speak up were instantly buried under a mountain of hate.

See? To destroy a female actress, all you have to do is whisper the word "mistress."

As I stood there lost in thought, a familiar black SUV pulled up.

Austin and Lila stepped out.

He carefully shielded her as she climbed down, as if she were a piece of fragile porcelain.

The camera crew, clearly looking for a viral moment, cut between the two of them looking deeply in love and me standing alone on the corner like a pathetic loser.

The comments peaked:

—"The showdown! The showdown!"

—"The mistress meets the wife. This is better than the Oscars."

—"Austin is so protective! Ugh, Sienna is such trash for trying to ruin this."

I couldn't agree more. I also wanted to know what I was doing there.

Lila was wearing a simple yellow sundress. She barely had any makeup on—just a bit of tint on her lips. She looked like the "girl next door," pure and innocent.

She looked at me as if she had never seen the tabloids. She smiled gently and reached out her hand. "Hi, you’re Sienna, right? I’m Lila."

As she reached out, a massive diamond—a total "rock"—flashed under the sun.

Every woman loves diamonds.

And damn, that thing was blinding.

Lila seemed to realize what she was doing and quickly pulled her hand back, looking apologetic.

She covered the ring with her other hand, a classic "I’m trying to hide it but I actually want you to see it" move.

Message received: He’s mine.

The comments caught it too.

—"OMG! Was that an engagement ring?!"

—"Did Austin propose? Is that a rock or a planet?!"

—"LMAO, look at Sienna’s face. She looks so awkward."

—"Producers, get her off the screen. She’s an eyesore next to them."

Just then, a roar of an engine echoed from the distance.

The camera panned away.

A silver Maserati MC20 drifted into the shot. The driver rolled down the window just enough to show a hand with well-defined knuckles.

His profile was sharp, a pair of dark aviators resting on a high bridge of a nose.

Even the staff cleared a path. Lila looked over with curiosity. She had been on the show for several episodes, but she’d never seen a guest arrive with this much swagger.

The butterfly doors swung upward. It was effortlessly cool.

The driver stepped out, his long legs moving with a lazy grace.

The world seemed to go silent.

My heart beat in sync with his movements as he took off his sunglasses.

The wind caught his dark hair. Even in a tailored suit, he had this air of untamed rebellion. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing muscular forearms.

A faint, wicked smirk touched his lips as his eyes locked onto me.

The camera zoomed in on his face. The chat went dead for three seconds before a nuclear explosion of comments occurred.

—"HOLY CRAP! Who is this guy?!"

—"Does anyone know him? Is he a new model?"

—"I’ve never seen him in Hollywood. Who is he?!"

While the internet was losing its mind, the mystery man spoke.

He looked straight at me, his voice low and honey-thick. "Honey, why did you leave for the set without waiting for me? You left me all alone in bed."

The internet broke.

—"Did he... did he just say... HONEY?"

—"Am I hallucinating?"

—"Is he talking to... Sienna? No way. No freaking way."

He didn't wait for the comments to catch up. He walked over, his long strides reaching me in seconds.

Lila stood there with her mouth open, looking between the producers and this newcomer. She clearly hadn't been briefed on this.

Ignoring the cameras, the man buried his face in the crook of my neck. "I missed you, baby."

Me: ???

Internet: ???

—"My eyes are failing or my ears are lying!"

—"Is this Sienna’s boyfriend?!"

—"I need a background check! Now! Who is this man?!"