Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Briena grabbed her hand to stop her. "Don’t create a scene. Ivan won’t be happy," she said, then turned to Natalie. "I don’t see your husband around. Are you ashamed to bring him along because he’s a gigolo?"

Natalie, who had been quiet until now, smirked lightly. "Aren’t you having enough these days that you need to look for someone else’s husband now?" Her gaze traveled over Briena’s body. "You look entirely fine—it seems like that wasn’t enough."

Briena’s face drained of color. "W-What do you mean? Are you jealous that Ivan and I are doing well together?"

Natalie raised an eyebrow. "Only Ivan?"

Briena swallowed hard, panic creeping into her mind. The shoot has been kept a secret. She doesn’t know anything about it, does she?

Concealing her anxiety with a smile, she quickly picked up a glass of wine. "Let’s celebrate your success with a toast."

Natalie looked at the extended glass with a cold smirk, then picked up her own wine glass and raised it toward Briena.

Clink!

Briena’s wine glass tilted slightly, ready to spill on Natalie’s clothes, but Natalie was faster. With her other hand, she smacked the glass out of Briena’s hand, sending the wine splashing onto Briena’s dress and the glass shattering on the ground a short distance away. The red wine pooled on the floor, staining Briena’s dress.

Briena held her hand, wincing from the sting of Natalie’s smack. Her eyes grew moist as she looked at Natalie. "Natalie..."

"Please, spare me the same lines about how I’ve wronged you, and save those crocodile tears for Ivan and your family," Natalie said, her tone icy. Then she turned to walk away as if it was a waste of time.