My Husband Is An International Idol

The charity gala continued beneath the warm glow of crystal chandeliers.

The magnificent ballroom shimmered with elegance as a live orchestra filled the air with soft classical melodies. Laughter, conversations, and the gentle clinking of crystal glasses blended into a sophisticated symphony, while distinguished guests from around the world mingled beneath ceilings painted with centuries-old masterpieces.

Although Chris and Liliana had arrived together...

The evening quickly pulled them in different directions.

As one of Pulse’s global icons, Chris found himself surrounded by politicians, business leaders, renowned musicians, and influential designers eager to introduce themselves. Every few minutes another guest approached him, congratulating him on his recent success or proposing future collaborations.

Among them...

Ruby Grey never seemed to leave his side.

She moved effortlessly through the crowd with him, introducing him to editors from Paris Fashion Week, creative directors from Milan, and luxury brand executives from London. Her confidence and charm made conversations flow naturally, and Chris, ever the professional, responded with his usual warmth and courtesy.

"I’ve already arranged tomorrow’s private fitting," Ruby said with an elegant smile.

"I think you’ll love the collection."

Chris nodded politely.

"I’m looking forward to seeing it."

Ruby laughed softly.

"I had a feeling you’d say yes."

Not far away, Liliana happened to notice them while speaking with another guest.

She quickly looked away.

She reminded herself that Ruby was only doing her job.

Nothing more.

Yet for reasons she couldn’t explain, a strange discomfort settled quietly inside her chest.

Across the ballroom...

Liliana was unknowingly becoming the center of attention herself.

Unlike Chris, who attracted admiration as an international superstar, Liliana fascinated everyone because of the grace and humility she carried so effortlessly.

Elegant ladies approached her one after another.

Some complimented her gown.

Others praised her kindness after watching the recent press conference.

One elderly duchess gently held her hands.

"My dear, your heart is even more beautiful than your dress."

Liliana smiled bashfully.

"Thank you."

Several actresses asked to take photographs with her.

Fashion editors requested interviews.

Even world-renowned designers introduced themselves personally.

Meanwhile, the gentlemen attending the gala found themselves equally captivated.

Some admired her intelligence.

Others praised her elegance.

A few simply wanted the opportunity to speak with the woman who had quietly become one of the most talked-about names in international entertainment.

Emily watched everything unfold from nearby.

"My goodness..."

She whispered to Nathan.

"They’re treating Lily like royalty."

Nathan laughed.

"They’re fighting for her attention."

Emily smiled proudly.

"She deserves it."

Soon, the orchestra changed its melody.

A graceful waltz echoed throughout the ballroom.

The master of ceremonies stepped onto the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen..."

"The dance floor is now open."

Almost instantly, couples began making their way toward the center of the ballroom.

Emily smiled instinctively.

"Here they come."

She expected Chris to cross the room and invite Liliana.

Instead...

Ruby Grey smiled at Chris.

"May I have this dance?"

Chris hesitated for only a brief second.

Refusing would have been impolite, especially after accepting her campaign proposal earlier that evening.

He offered a courteous smile.

"It would be my pleasure."

They walked toward the dance floor together.

Across the ballroom...

Liliana saw everything.

Her smile remained perfectly composed.

But her fingers unconsciously tightened around the stem of her champagne glass.

Before she had time to process her emotions, another familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Miss Sterling."

She turned.

Raphael Moretti bowed elegantly.

"Would you honor me with this dance?"

Liliana looked toward the dance floor once more.

Chris and Ruby had already begun dancing.

She gently smiled.

"I’d be delighted."

Raphael offered his arm, and together they joined the other couples beneath the glittering chandeliers.

The ballroom fell unusually quiet.

No one had expected this.

The internet had spent weeks calling Chris and Liliana the most beloved pair in entertainment.

Many guests had naturally assumed they would share the first dance.

Instead...

Chris danced with Ruby Grey.

Liliana danced with Raphael Moretti.

Whispers spread almost immediately.

"I thought they were inseparable."

"So did I."

"Perhaps they’re really just close friends."

"They certainly don’t look jealous."

If only they knew.

As the elegant music filled the room, Chris found himself glancing across the ballroom far more often than he intended.

Every time he looked up...

His eyes found Liliana.

Raphael smiled as he spoke to her.

Liliana laughed politely.

She looked beautiful beneath the sparkling chandeliers.

Far too beautiful.

Chris’s chest tightened unexpectedly.

Ruby noticed.

"You’re looking somewhere else."

Chris blinked before forcing a polite smile.

"My apologies."

She followed his gaze.

A knowing smile appeared on her lips.

"Miss Sterling seems very popular tonight."

Chris nodded quietly.

"She is."

On the opposite side of the ballroom, Liliana struggled to keep her attention on the conversation.

Raphael was kind, respectful, and easy to talk to.

Yet every few moments...

Her eyes drifted toward Chris.

She watched Ruby smiling at him.

She watched them laugh together.

Each glance made the strange feeling inside her chest grow a little heavier.

Emily, standing beside Mary, slowly sighed.

Mary looked at her.

"What is it?"

Emily crossed her arms.

"I don’t like this."

Mary followed her gaze.

Chris.

Liliana.

Different partners.

Different conversations.

Emily shook her head.

"This..."

She exhaled softly.

"This is how misunderstandings begin."

Mary frowned.

"You think so?"

Emily nodded.

"They’re both pretending everything is fine."

"But they’re watching each other more than they’re watching their own partners."

Mary couldn’t deny it.

She had noticed exactly the same thing.

The first dance ended beneath warm applause.

Chris and Liliana returned to opposite sides of the ballroom.

Neither of them immediately sought the other.

Instead, more guests arrived.

More introductions.

More conversations.

More photographs.

The distance between them quietly grew.

As the evening neared its conclusion, the master of ceremonies once again addressed the guests.

"For our final dance..."

"We invite everyone to enjoy one last memorable moment."

Before Liliana could step away, a young man approached her.

He wore a perfectly tailored navy tuxedo adorned with a discreet presidential insignia.

His confident smile carried the quiet elegance expected of royalty.

He bowed respectfully.

"Miss Sterling."

"I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced."

She smiled politely.

"I’m Liliana."

He nodded.

"I know."

"My name is Alexandre."

"The President is my father."

Several nearby guests immediately recognized him.

Alexandre Laurent.

Twenty-five years old.

Educated at Oxford.

Frequently described by European media as one of the continent’s most eligible bachelors.

Rumors about his love life had fascinated tabloids for years.

Most agreed on one thing.

He was still single.

Alexandre extended his hand.

"Would you honor me with the last dance of the evening?"

The surrounding conversations stopped almost instantly.

Even the orchestra seemed quieter.

Hundreds of eyes turned toward them.

Liliana hesitated for only a moment before remembering diplomatic etiquette.

Refusing the President’s son in front of international guests would be deeply disrespectful.

She smiled graciously.

"It would be an honor."

Alexandre gently led her onto the dance floor.

The ballroom erupted into whispers.

Cameras flashed relentlessly.

Within seconds, the internet exploded once again.

"The President’s son is dancing with Liliana Sterling!"

"This is tonight’s biggest highlight!"

"She’s captured everyone’s attention in Paris!"

Across the ballroom, Chris stood frozen.

His smile disappeared as he watched another man place a respectful hand around Liliana’s waist.

He knew Alexandre meant no harm.

He knew it was only a dance.

Just as Ruby had been only a dance.

Just as Raphael had been only a dance.

Yet none of that eased the unfamiliar ache growing inside him.

For the first time since arriving in France...

Chris St. Claire understood exactly what jealousy felt like.

And somewhere nearby, Emily quietly closed her eyes.

She had feared this moment from the beginning.

Their feelings remained unspoken.

Their marriage remained hidden.

And now...

The world itself was beginning to step between them.

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