The CEO Wants To Marry Me Every Day

I was a popular figure in the industry, with a group of loyal fans as well as a considerable number of haters.

Even having a meal with my friends could become a hot topic.

Moreover, this time my name was associated with words like "mistress," "New York Prince," "pregnant," which were full of fantasies.

Molly's phone kept ringing.

At first, many brands and partners were still observing.

But when the news broke that this man was Barron Jones, they all called to terminate the contract with me.

Because everyone knew that if either the White family or the Jones family set their sights on you, you would be severely damaged, if not killed.

What the hell? I was speechless.

It had been five years since I married Barron. Yes, I was Emily White. My stage name was Samantha Smith.

That day, my son Adrian was mischievous and fell down the stairs. I hurriedly took him to the hospital. Barron was on a business trip and rushed back on an international flight without even having time to tidy himself up. Because I was so worried, I couldn't control my emotions when I saw Barron.

I originally thought that a private hospital would ensure security and privacy. But I neglected it and was eventually photographed. Then it was posted online, and I was labeled as a "mistress".

"This joke about me being pregnant is so funny. How do netizens come up with such wild imaginations?" I read these comments with great interest.

"Samantha, you still have the mood to watch the show? I have seen people who like to watch the show, but I have never seen anyone who is so happy watching their own show!" Molly sat on the sofa, feeling hopeless. "It's over, it's over... Samantha, am I going to be unemployed after working with you for only three months? Do you know anyone who needs an assistant like me?"

I looked at Molly, feeling both amused and exasperated. "Don't worry, everything will turn out fine. Maybe there will be a turning point soon."

Before I could finish speaking, Molly hugged my arm and sobbed, "What turning point? You have already hugged this man. You can't say he is your long-lost brother, right?"

"More or less, he is just my beloved brother." I muttered to myself, thinking about how to explain the twists and turns to her. Just then, I heard her phone ring again.

When she finished the call and came back, her eyes were shining. "Sister, an opportunity has come. A variety show is looking for you and they are offering five times the previous price. Let's make a big move before I become unemployed."

"I don't want to..."

"Keep your opinions and suggestions, the company has promised for you. We were just informed."

What the hell? I could not say a word.

Looking at Molly, who seemed resigned to her fate, I felt a bit helpless. But with money to be made, what more could I ask for as a controversial celebrity? Just go for it!