Jennifer was speechless.

The air hung heavy for a few seconds.

Then, she erupted into a grating laugh, her body quivering with mockery.

"The show's top sponsor? Everyone knows the Shaw Group runs the show.

"In the end, it all boils down to ambition, doesn't it? What's the matter? Done with playing the devoted lover? Now, you're just a kept man, huh?

"Cedric, you're shameless! Claiming I'm your wife when I've never agreed to such a thing?"

Noelle's face flushed with anger, and she was about to let loose a torrent of words.

I held back my daughter, my gaze turning to ice.

"Jennifer, if you won't believe us, there's nothing left to discuss. Come on, Noelle, we're leaving."

I took Noelle by the hand and headed for the door.

However, Jennifer blocked our exit, one hand on the door and the other propped against my side, trapping us in her power play.

"Leaving? Not until you've explained yourself."

She looked down, her presence suffocating.

I could only look at her and feel sorry for the woman she had become.

At that moment, someone knocked on the lounge door from outside.

"Jennifer, are you there? The director's on our case."

I knew that voice instantly; it was Elliot Baker, the man who had set me up four years ago.

Jennifer inhaled deeply, steadied her emotions, and opened the door.

Elliot stood there in a flashy pink designer suit, makeup perfect, and clutched his mouth in mock surprise at the sight of me.

"Oh, my! If it isn't Cedric! And is this...Jennifer's kid?"

Jennifer gave an icy snort and casually slung her arm around Elliot's waist.

"Why bother talking to him? A man like that would do anything for a spot in the limelight."

She looked down at me with disdain, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Cedric, how about this? I'll give you a shot. Leave the kid here, and get a DNA test done. If she's really mine, or if you've somehow swiped my genes...

"I'll make sure she lives in the lap of luxury for the rest of her days. And you? You'll get enough cash to live comfortably for the rest of your life.

"After that, you can beat it. And I mean get out of my sight for good."

She lunged for Noelle as she spoke.

Her audacity floored me. I scooped Noelle up in my arms and shoved her hand away, sending her stumbling.

"Jennifer, you won't lay a finger on my daughter! Don't you dare judge us with your dirty mind!"

"Looks like you're choosing the hard way."

Her gaze turned icy. "Well, brace yourself. In this business, I can make or break anyone I choose."

With that, she strutted off, Elliot in tow.

Elliot glanced back, his eyes throwing daggers and smugness.

As the door slammed shut, Noelle gripped my neck tighter. "Daddy, is that mean lady crazy?"

I stroked my daughter's back, inhaled deeply, and quelled the fire in my chest.

Noelle's tiny hand caressed my face, her eyes filled with worry.

"Daddy, don't be scared. If that mean lady comes back, I'll get Mommy to set her straight! I'll protect you, Daddy!"

Her sweet support lifted my spirits, and I planted a kiss on her forehead. "No, my dear Noelle; it's my job to protect you."

...

It did not take long for Jennifer to flex her muscles.

I was locked in the green room, and within half an hour, even though the show had not picked back up, the internet was ablaze.

[#AverageJoeGuestAccusedOfRisingToFameBySecretChild]

[#ActressShawCaughtInMarriageTrapRumor]

Photos of me pinned against the wall by Jennifer right outside the lounge started circulating online, each accompanied by captions that twisted the story.

Rumors spread that I had somehow snatched Jennifer's DNA to create a surrogate baby, all to extort her and secure a cushy life by marrying into her wealthy family through my daughter.

Meanwhile, my phone would not stop buzzing with a barrage of hateful texts from numbers I did not recognize.

One of Jennifer's overzealous fans even snuck backstage and hurled a water bottle at the lounge window with a thud.

Noelle, my little girl, jumped at the sound, trembling as she huddled close to me.

Holding her shivering form, I felt my patience snap.

'I'm not one to stir up drama, but I'm certainly not scared of it. Jennifer, if you want to force my hand, then don't expect any kindness from me,' I thought.

I grabbed my phone and hit the number I had saved at the top of my contacts.

The call was picked up almost immediately.

A woman's voice, crisp and commanding, laced with a trace of fatigue that quickly melted into tenderness, came through. "Cedric? What's up? Is Noelle causing mischief again?"

Her voice was like a balm, and I could feel the tension drain away from me.

My voice came out rough. "Honey, we're at the TV station... Someone's picking on Noelle."

Silence fell on the other end, followed by the sound of papers being shuffled and her tone turning steely, filled with a chilling resolve. "Send me your location.

"Don't worry. I'm about to find out who has the nerve to mess with my family in this city."

The phone call ended, and a wave of relief washed over me. I took a deep breath, regaining my composure, and joined Noelle in the lounge, where we lost ourselves in the world of Lego.

Jennifer returned with a newfound assertiveness in her gaze. She stood at the doorway, an eyebrow cocked in challenge. "Made up your mind yet? Give me the child, now.

"I'll go public and acknowledge her."

My voice was steady. "That's the last shred of respect I'm willing to extend to you."

I remained seated, calmly snapping a Lego brick into place for Noelle. "And Jennifer, this is your final chance. Apologize to Noelle and me, clear up the lies spread online, or face the fallout. Trust me, you're not ready for it."

For a moment, Jennifer paused, then laughed as if I had told a joke. "Fallout? You really think you can challenge the Shaw family's power?"

Elliot snickered from the sidelines. "Cedric, let's be real. You're not climbing any ladders here.

"Think about the child's future, and the money you'll get. Isn't that why you're here? For the Shaw family's riches and prestige? Everyone wins."

"Really?"

I checked my watch nonchalantly.

"Time's up."

No sooner had the words left my mouth than a stir echoed down the hallway. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, faces etched with a mix of terror and reverence. The deliberate click of high heels grew louder, each step resonating like a heartbeat through the throng. A team of bodyguards in black swiftly took charge, pushing back the onlookers with their phones at the ready.

A statuesque silhouette framed the doorway, her black business attire cut with precision, her hair swept up in an elegant twist. Her features echoed Jennifer's, but where Jennifer held a flicker of warmth, this woman radiated a commanding chill that seemed to pierce the very air.

She was the embodiment of regal power, honed from years atop the corporate ladder, a queen in the cutthroat realm of commerce.

She was the Shaw Group's true sovereign, the Shaw family's crown jewel: Melanie Shaw.

At her arrival, Jennifer was rooted to the spot, her sunglasses slipping from her grasp.

"Sis? What brings you here?"

Elliot, too, was petrified, barely daring to draw breath.

He had never laid eyes on Melanie herself, but her name was legendary throughout the capital. She was the one even Jennifer, with all her poise, deferred to. She was the heartbeat of the Shaw family's empire.

Melanie spared Jennifer not a single glance.

She strode through the throng, her icy facade dissolving into a cascade of warmth as she approached me. Her hand brushed my cheek with a feather's touch before she lifted Noelle into her embrace, her other hand linking with mine.

"Sorry for being late, Cedric. Traffic was a nightmare."

Noelle clung to Melanie, her small finger accusingly aimed at Jennifer as she said, "Mommy! It was that mean lady! She called me a bastard and tried to take me away! You have to stand up for Daddy!"

Mommy?

The word struck Jennifer like lightning, reverberating with a shock that left her reeling.

Her eyes widened in shock, flicking back and forth between Melanie, me, and Noelle.

"Sis... Sis... What did she call you?"

Melanie turned slowly, positioning us protectively behind her.

Her gaze cut through the air like a knife, landing on Jennifer with a smirk that was utterly chilling, her voice quiet but crystal clear. "Jennifer, four years and you've really upped your game.

"Bold enough to pick on your brother-in-law and niece?"