9. Chapter 9
NATALIE
S itting on the kitchen counter, I scrolled miles on my phone. Notifications kept popping up at every swipe. My phone was in a frenzy. The portrait of Alex, the one I never wished to let see daylight, was on the net. Every social media, news outlet, and blog was on the topic.
I was not surprised. Carla Thompson had carried out her threat. What hit me was how she dragged my dignity in the mud. The controversy had boosted the studios reputation, but it all turned negative.
There were derogatory comments about female artists, about me sleeping around, and even those who said I used Alex to get attention. The walls in Alexs house were slowly closing in on me.
His house had become my hideout after the paparazzi came after us on our last date. We had barely stepped out of the restaurant door when lights flashed on us.
At first, just three photographers were trying to get close pictures of us, but soon, there was a swarm of them, all shouting questions and clicking their cameras.
Hold on tight, Nat, Alex had said to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as he walked us into the crowd towards our car.
With the help of the restaurants security, we got in safely. But I could not forget the adrenaline rush, the chaos, and how shaky I was when we sped down the streets. I only felt relief when we got behind his tall gates, manned by his security team.
Of course, among the comments were many lashing out at Alex for not keeping his penis in his pants, stooping low to sleep with a local artist, and a few remarks on Sterling Health.
This was all my fault. I had taken the picture, painted it, and left it in the studio. Now, I was caught in a whirlwind that would probably never settle.
Alex walked in, his expression calm as he towered before me. He smoothed my hair and kissed my forehead. Are you not upset about this?
No, he replied blankly.
Everyone is talking about you. About us.
He smiled bleakly, used to my constant anxiety by now. Ive seen worse, Natalie.
Listen to this. She is a cheap slut. How else did she bag Alex? And this other one, Does he take an aphrodisiac? I thought he was fine with just models. Why would they be this hateful?
Alex took my phone and dropped it on the counter. One tip in dealing with this is to stay off your phone.
But we need to do something about it, dont you think?
He smiled again, expecting the question. I already know what we can do. We can make our engagement official. That way, we can divert their attention to something else and control the narrative. What do you think?
I want to marry you someday, but not this way. Amid chaos.
I understand, love.
Besides, people will think we are doing it because of what is happening.
Of course, he agreed. But will they be able to keep up with our marriage? They will get tired sooner or later.
It sounded so easy coming off his lips. Just this morning, news reporters were at my door, and a few were at Emilys after they had photographed me going there. She was the last person I wanted to drag into this.
But I dont want you to be like my shield. It is not fair to you or your companys reputation.
He shook his head. I am doing this because I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you.
My heart skipped. The magic words were not hard or rare for Alex to say, but they had the same effect each time. I want that, too, I said.
Then, it settled, Mrs. Carter.
I laughed. "That sounds weird. But Ill get used to it.
It took two days for the news to blow up: Billionaire Doctor Set to Marry Local Artist. Is this a Cinderella Story or a Sham? We didnt care anymore.
I did care about having to grace many events: interviews, galas, dinners. We did not have to say much, just yes and no. Our engagement ring was big enough to silence the doubt.
I have my own studio space at the high end of the area. It was nothing like the worn-out building I was used to. The walls were painted crisp white with minimalist decor, tall easels scattered across the room, and enough space for client meetings and a mini gallery.
Suddenly, I had a list of prospective clients, people tripping over themselves for my exhibitions, interviews with art-curious individuals, and people visiting the gallery. More than my art, they became interested in my story. It was incredible.
Overall, I never saw or heard from Carla Thompson. My wild guess was that shed left in shame. I only hoped she knew I forgave her. I would not have gone this far if she hadnt clicked that send button
Tapping into my growing fame to launch a series of galas was the best thing I had done. With Alexs support, these galas aimed to promote local artists who did not get the Cinderella story I had.
The first event was a blast. The turnout was overwhelming. The crowd got immersed in the artworks I had personally selected from talented artists who needed to step into the light.
My best friend was supportive throughout it all. Finally, she was sinking into her job as a marketing administrator, lending a hand with the logistics, planning, and invitations.
As the event drew to a close, I looked across the room. Alex stood yards away, smiling at me, just like he had at the gala where we met. He waited patiently as I talked to the patrons.
I realized we had come a long way when we shared a kiss instead of a confrontation as he walked over. From that fiery night to this one in the gallery, we both grew in love and now stood on something more significant than wed imagined.
Emily came over. Is that my favorite couple? she half screamed. Nat, this is so amazing. I wish Richard were here. He wanted so much to meet Dr. Carter.
Tell him to stop being greedy, Em. He has met Mrs. Carter, but is he not okay with that? I laughed.
We could schedule a double date if you want, Emily.
That would be wonderful, Al.
Al? Dont call him that. I slapped her shoulder jokingly.
Al and Nat. See you later.
Alex grabbed my waist as soon as she turned around and planted another kiss on my lips. Im proud of you.
Really?My eyes widened. This was all possible because of you.
I lifted just a finger, Nat. You ran miles for this, and here we are
Together, I whispered. I let myself relax, knowing the storm had passed and we were on the other side, more vital than ever.
Now, how would you like your night? Hot or steamy?
Am I allowed to be greedy and choose both?
Yes, Mrs. Carter.
He dragged me out of the hall towards his car.