Celebrity Plastic Surgeon Husband Forced Me into a Televised Natural Birth as Punishment, Until a Fateful Glitch Exposed His Cruelty
The ringing of his phone startled Asher, pulling him from his furious thoughts about Cassidy. It was Brenda Chen, Julian’s production assistant, her voice a frantic, breathless whisper.
“Asher, you won’t believe this,” Brenda said, her words tumbling out in a rush. “Sienna’s cosmetics endorsement, the one for the ‘Radiant Glow’ line? It’s being held up. The brand just sent a legal notice to production. They’re citing ‘ethical concerns’.”
Asher’s heart sank. This was it. The direct financial blow.
“Ethical concerns?” Asher pressed, his voice tight. “What kind of ethical concerns?”
“Something about her ‘public image,'” Brenda explained, sounding genuinely distressed. “They mentioned ‘unreliability,’ ‘inconsistency with brand values.’ It’s all so vague, but the language echoes some of Dr. Reed’s recent public statements about Sienna’s… fragile state.”
A cold wave of dread washed over Asher. This was exactly what he had feared. Julian wasn’t just delaying the fragrance line; he was systematically poisoning Sienna’s entire professional landscape. The text message Asher had intercepted from Cassidy now made horrifying sense.
“He’s doing this deliberately, isn’t he?” Asher said, his voice low and dangerous.
Brenda hesitated for a moment. “I… I don’t know, Asher,” she stammered, clearly uncomfortable. “But the timing is just… too suspicious. One minute, the deal’s locked, the next, it’s ‘under review’ after Dr. Reed gives a few interviews about how he’s ‘supporting Sienna through a delicate recovery.'”
The casual cruelty of it, the way Julian was using Sienna’s perceived vulnerability to systematically dismantle her career, made Asher’s blood boil. He wasn’t just inflicting public penance; he was orchestrating her financial ruin.
“How much is at stake, Brenda?” Asher asked, his voice strained.
“Millions, Asher,” she replied, her voice dropping. “It was a multi-year, multi-million dollar deal. Potentially her biggest one since her comeback started gaining traction. This could tank everything.”
Millions. Just like that, vanished. Because Julian wanted to maintain control, because he felt slighted by a manufactured incident involving his ambitious niece. The sheer audacity of it left Asher breathless with rage.
“Is there anything in writing?” Asher demanded. “Any internal communication from the brand that’s more specific?”
“Not yet,” Brenda said, “but the production team is scrambling. Marco’s furious about the potential legal fallout if the show is seen as damaging her career.” She paused, then added, “It feels like someone is actively feeding negative information to these companies.”
Asher clenched his jaw. He already knew who. Julian and Cassidy. They were a tag team, systematically eroding Sienna’s public and financial standing. The initial misunderstanding of the charity gala had metastasized into outright, malicious sabotage.
“Brenda, listen to me,” Asher said, his voice firm. “Keep your eyes and ears open. Anything unusual, anything at all, you tell me. Understand?”
“I will,” she promised, her voice laced with genuine fear. “I don’t like what’s happening, Asher. This isn’t right.”
He hung up, the weight of the news pressing down on him. Sienna was in the delivery room, fighting for her life and her child’s, while her husband was meticulously destroying her livelihood. The petty cruelty of it was devastating. Not a single cherished item thrown away, but millions of dollars, her future, casually dismissed.
He remembered Sienna’s excitement about the cosmetics deal, the late nights she’d spent in meetings, perfecting the product lines, the hopes she had for a stable, independent future for herself and her baby. All of it, now hanging by a thread, sabotaged by Julian’s ego.
This was a calculated move, designed to make Sienna entirely dependent on him, to strip her of any autonomy. If she lost her endorsement deals, her music contracts, she would be trapped. She would have no choice but to rely on Julian for everything.
He pulled out his phone again, his fingers flying across the screen. He needed to find something, anything, to expose Julian before Sienna’s entire world crumbled. The clock was ticking, and with every passing minute, Julian’s grip tightened.
He had to get into the production’s digital archives. He had a hunch, a nagging feeling that Julian’s meticulous control wouldn’t stop at public statements. There had to be something more, something hidden in the raw footage, something that would reveal the true extent of his machinations.
The escalating financial sabotage was a cruel blow, designed to amplify Sienna’s suffering far beyond the delivery room. It was a systematic effort to strip her of her dignity and her future, under the guise of public relations. And it was working.
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