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She smiled. “It hit the blogs an hour ago. Famed womanizing rock star marries secretly is a big story, Mr. Clarke. If I were you, I wouldn’t wait too long to comment.”
A security guard gripped her arm and pulled her away, leading her to the entrance.
Noah rubbed the back of his neck and looked over his shoulder at Stella. She sat hunched forward with her hair shielding her face from view. He’d done this. He’d brought her into this mad world.
He’d do anything to protect her, but he didn’t know if he could.
Once they dug into what happened in France, the gossip sites and magazines would bring all the truths to light.
26
Melanie
Melanie could admit it. She was an obsessive email checker. The notifications telling her of unread emails on her phone drove her nuts, and when her computer chimed, she’d drop anything to see who sent her a message.
Which was why, when she had a mountain of press releases to finish, she had to turn off the Wi-Fi on her computer and stow her phone in a drawer on silent.
She hated writing press releases, but it was a part of the job.
The bandFatewas releasing a new single in three weeks. Blake Coleman was announcing a new tour. And Piper Hayes had written a new song for Drew Stone, her first release not performed byFate.
Melanie’s clients kept her busy, and their careers were still on the rise. She was proud of each one. Well, maybe except Blake. He was a jerk.
She stared at the blinking cursor on the Word document. Press releases weren’t hard. They all followed the same format.
They were just so… mundane.
And Melanie suddenly detested the mundane. The thought struck her as funny since until recently, she’d lived her life in muted grays, beiges.
Now, she wanted color.
The knock on her door was a welcome reprieve, but it didn’t last long when her dad stepped in with a tight look on his face.
“Henry,” he snapped, calling for her assistant. “Get in here.”
Henry slipped in behind him.
“Shut the door.”
Melanie stood. “What’s wrong?”
Her dad rubbed his chin, his eyes softening. “The news is out.”
“News?”
“Henry,” he barked. “Why don’t you explain.”
Melanie looked to Henry in confusion. “Just tell me what’s going on.”
“N-Noah,” he stammered. “The paparazzi know about Noah.”
Apprehension rushed through her. “And what is it they know?”
“That he’s secretly married.”
All the air rushed out of the room, leaving Melanie gasping for breath. She reached out to clutch the edge of her desk as she lowered herself back into her chair. She had to know everything. With one tap of a key, she turned her Wi-Fi back on and opened her inbox.
Emails flooded her account with subjects begging for information. Media personnel who thought she was still Noah’s publicist asked for statements, for any breadcrumbs she could provide.
