Todos los capítulos de My Celebrity crush became my husband : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The Proposal {Nadia's POV} He leaned in closer, so close that his warmth cocooned me, and oh god, his cologne was going to make me do something embarrassing like squeal out loud. "I haven't seen your face around here before." His dark eyes scanned mine, lazy but curious. "What's your name? Are you an upcoming star or something?" "I...uh, well, I'm..." My brain had completely short-circuited. He was getting closer, and my spine was pressed flat against the pillar. There was nowhere left to lean back. A flash went off somewhere to my left. A phone camera. I barely registered it. "Hey." Raxon's brow furrowed slightly. "You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." "I'm fine. I'm..." I swallowed. "This is just... a lot." He smiled. Not the smirk from the magazines. Something softer. "First time at one of these things?" "Is it that obvious?" "Painfully." He leaned a shoulder against the pillar, relaxed, like we were old friends. "You've got that deer-in-headlights look. Very

What I Lost {Raxon's POV} The penthouse doors closed behind me, and I kept walking. Past the elevator. Past the front desk. Past the doorman who called out a greeting, I didn't return. I walked until I was in my car with the engine running and my hands gripping the steering wheel hard enough to turn my knuckles white. I'd signed the papers. I'd signed my name next to hers—Nadia Owen, written in careful, nervous letters like she'd practiced it beforehand—and now I was legally bound to a woman I'd met exactly twice. The first time, she'd been pressed against a pillar at a gala, staring up at me like I was something worth staring at. The second time, she'd stammered through an apology I didn't want to hear while my mother looked on like a proud matchmaker. Now we were engaged. Soon we'd be married. And I was supposed to act like this was normal. I didn't go home. Home was where Shantel would be waiting, and I wasn't ready for that conversation. Wasn't ready to watch her fa

The Interview ~Nadia's POV~ The interview was scheduled for ten o'clock at a television studio downtown. I arrived early, alone, because Raxon had a sponsorship duty that apparently couldn't be rescheduled. Joan's driver dropped me off at the back entrance, away from the cameras, and I stood in the green room for forty-five minutes, staring at a wall of framed photographs of celebrities who had been on this show before me. None of them looked nervous. None of them looked like they'd rather be anywhere else. I checked my phone. No messages from Raxon. I hadn't expected any. A production assistant with a headset appeared in the doorway. "Ms. Owen? We're ready for you." My stomach dropped. "Raxon isn't here yet." "He's running late. We'll start with you and bring him in when he arrives." She smiled, practiced and reassuring. "Don't worry. You'll be great." I followed her down a hallway, past cables and cameras and people speaking urgently into headsets, and appeared onto a br

~Nadia~The mansion became a total battleground over the next couple of weeks, but nobody was screaming. It was a quiet war that made walking down the hallways feel like running a minefield. The household staff was apparently split into two.The older staff members, who had worked for Joan for decades, remained fiercely loyal to her memory. They knew how much Joan had cared about me, and they secretly started helping me out whenever Raxon and Shantel weren't looking.One morning, Martha, the oldest cook in the kitchen, slipped into my bedroom while I was staring blankly at the wall. She quickly locked the door behind her and pulled a covered silver tray."I brought you some fresh chicken soup and warm bread, dear," Martha whispered, setting the tray down on my vanity table. "I saw that the younger girls didn't even bother to bring you a breakfast tray today.""Thank you, Martha," I said, my voice cracking as the smell of actual food made my stomach rumble. "You really shouldn't risk

~Nadia~My phone rang at three o'clock in the morning. The loud vibration broke the quiet in my messy room, making me jump.I rushed across the bed, my heart racing because no one calls at that time with good news.I swiped the screen, my eyes straining to read the unknown number, my hands shaking uncontrollably."Nadia? Oh god, Nadia, you have to help me, please,"A scared voice cried on the phone."Leo? Leo, what is wrong with you?" I sat up straight in bed, the cold air hitting my bare shoulders as panic flooded my veins. "Where are you right now? Why do you sound like you are crying?""I'm at the central police precinct downtown," my little brother whispered, his breath coming in short, rough gasps that broke my heart. "They arrested me, Nadia. They are saying I have felony drug possession on my record now. I swear to you, I did not know what was inside that bag, I swear I'm telling the truth."The entire room felt like it was spinning out of control. Leo was just a kid, a swe