Hearing his instruction to his men, I shouted, “Dominic!” I shouted.
But he cut me off, lowering his gaze to Marina, his peach-blossom eyes full of indulgence. “And another thing, spending money on you is my choice. It has nothing to do with anyone else. With me, you’ll never be a canary in a cage.”
Marina struggled a little, pretending to pout, but in the end, she melted into his arms. As he carried her out, she glanced back at me over his shoulder, her eyes flashing with the kind of triumph she didn’t bother to hide.
By the time I got to my car, I slammed my fist against the steering wheel, my chest burning.
I hadn’t cared about the Best Actress Award or the People’s Choice Awards at first. I’d only stepped into the entertainment industry to earn extra money for me and Dominic when we were struggling. I, who once refused to bow my head to anyone, smiled and groveled just for the chance at a supporting role.
But somewhere along the way, I fell in love with the work.
Even after Dominic rebuilt his empire and tossed tens of millions at me, telling me not to wear myself out anymore, I refused to stop. Because by then, I wasn’t just his girlfriend. I was an actress.