Chloe's P. O. V
"Chloe Tyler, you are restricted from giving an audition here. You are blamed for physically harming one of our participants. Please leave the studio," said one of the organizers. Someone presented here complaint against me to the organizers. I guess Dave had pulled some strings to kick me out of this audition.
I never felt so humiliated in my life. No one present there helped me explain the truth. They all trusted fake tears of Jane. I walked towards the exit trying my best to hide the tears that are about to leave my eyes. While passing through Jane, who was sitting beside Dave; I saw her clinging to Dave with an evil smirk on her face.
As soon as I exited the door, I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. I ran towards the road to grab a taxi. I can't wait to reach home; I am done with their evil games and conspiracies. I hailed a taxi and hopped on it.
"Is everything okay with you, madam? Do you need any help?" The taxi driver asked me with a concerned voice. He was an elder man in his mid-forties.
"I am okay, thank you for your concern," I replied back to him with a faint smile while wiping my tears. At that moment my phone started ringing. I fished my mobile from my bag, and it was an unknown number. I hesitated a bit before receiving the call.
"Hello?" I said in a question.
"You should have called me," said a man from the other side of the call. He had an attractive familiar voice but I couldn't remember where I heard his voice.
"I am sorry but who is this?" I asked in a confused voice.
"So you haven't saved your husband's number yet?" he replied in an accusing tone. I checked the number again, is it the number Thomas gave me last week? I forgot the card in my apartment so I wasn't sure if it is the same number.
"I don't know what are you talking about. Who are you?" I asked again to confirm he is the mysterious husband of mine.
"Are you really that naive? Or do you want me to confirm that you are my wife?" he said in an agitated voice this time. Why this man is so short-tempered?
"Are you always so bossy to others?" I asked him in response.
"Do you always respond to a question with a question instead of an answer?" he asked in his attractive voice. Why do I find his voice so attractive?
"I guess we have the same habit of not answering to others," I replied. A slight smile touched the corner of my lips as I was talking to him.
"At least I don't accept other's false accusations," he replied in a cold voice this time. It made me remember the events at the studio and washed away my smile. But how did he know?
"How do you know what happened? Did you stock me?" I asked him looking around my taxi to check if anyone is following me.
"I have eyes everywhere you go. You didn't think that I will let my wife stroll around without any guard? I married you, and you are my responsibility till the contract is ended," he replied but it didn't help me to be assured. I continued looking outside.
"Stop looking around, no one is following you except your personal bodyguard. You can't find him but he is always around you," he said as if he was watching me.
"How could you appoint a bodyguard behind me without informing me?" I asked him in a raised voice this time. I felt like someone was hampering my privacy.
"It was written on the contract, it's not my fault that you signed without reading the clauses," he continued, "Now can we get back to the main topic? Why didn't you call me when you were being accused and humiliated?" he asked.
I became silent for a few moments. My eyes became wet again remembering how I was humiliated and kicked out a while ago.
"You don't need to worry or go back to that studio I will take care of everything or everyone for you, just make sure to save my number and call me if something like this happens in the future," he said after clearing his voice. This time his voice was soft and caring. How can someone's voice change so swiftly? I wanted to say something but he started again.
"Just go home and rest. Thomas will arrange some big shows for you," he told.
"I don't need it...."
Before I could end my sentence he hung up the call.
"Rude," I said out loud.
Austin's P. O. V
I hung up the call before she could speak up. This woman was getting on my nerves. All the girls I met in my life were so much demanding and depended on me but her. She's different than others. I have been watching over her since we left the register's office. I checked her background and found her clean.
She left her old apartment, so I thought she would use my card to buy a villa. Instead, she rented a small apartment. Neither did she use my card nor did she check the account balance. Not only me, she never took any expensive gift from her ex-fiance. Even their engagement ring was bought with her own money. What was wrong with this girl?
"Thomas, call the producer of that advertising company and kick out that girl. Rest you know what to do," I told Thomas. He was standing in front of me the whole time. He nodded slightly like a robot and left the room.
"Sir, the work is done. Jane Richards has been kicked out of the for making false accusations and hiding the fact that she was pregnant," Thomas reported as soon as he entered my office room.
"What about arranging some big shows for Chloe?" I asked him while signing some important documents.
"Madam called me a while ago and she asked me to not arrange any shows for her. She doesn't want any help for her. Also, I just got information that she registered for a fashion competition," he replied.
Why is this girl so different from the other girls I knew?