Unforgettable 3 (Hollywood Love Story #3) Read Online Free PDF Page A

I’ll ever have the chance. As if it really matters. I can’t have Zoey. I’ve been trapped by the psychopath into a loveless marriage that I don’t know how to get out of. Believe me, Katrina made it loud and clear before we got here that she would expose her gash and tell the media I assaulted her if I made one wrong move—right on the red carpet before thousands of spectators if she had to. She’s got me by the balls. Every nerve’s on edge.
    “Bratrina! Bratrina!” the crowd roars wildly. I wish they’d all shut up. Katrina, on the other hand, decked out in a sleek silver sheath, hangs like a piece of jewelry from my arm and is relishing every minute of the hoopla. Wearing long matching opera gloves that cover her bandaged arm, she waves to the crowd and blows kisses. Flashing her dazzling smile, my sicko fiancée gives the paparazzi everything they could hope for. The walk down the red carpet feels like an eternity. Along the way, a chill sweeps over me. While the weather in Cannes has been perfect up until now, the air is now brisk and damp. April showers are in the forecast and they could start tonight.
    Click! Click! Click! Click ! Everywhere I look the flashes of cameras blind me. I’m sure photos of us will be plastered all over the Internet way before the screening ends. In fact, they could be up in mere minutes. A dark thought besieges me at the entrance to the theater. Shit. What if Zoey sees them? For sure, she’ll think Katrina and I are back together again and in love. My stomach bubbles with sudden panic. Though she must loathe me, that’s the last thing I want her to think. I’ve got to reach her before the photos go viral! But with the screening and Q&A session, that’s going to be next to impossible. I’m fucked every which way I turn.
    While movies at the prestigious Cannes Film Festival usually screen at the stadium-sized Grand Théâtre Lumière, Conquest has set up a more intimate screening for five hundred broadcasters from around the world at a much smaller but elegant Art Deco theater in the center of town. The theater is jam-packed. A stunning blond usher, who could be a starlet herself, escorts us to the front row.
    I take a seat next to Blake Burns and his wife Jennifer. They’re both wide-eyed with shock to see me with Katrina, who remains standing.
    “Why, hello, Blake, darling!” breathes out Katrina, bending to give him a double cheek kiss. Visibly repulsed, Blake doesn’t stand up or return the favor.
    “Where’s Zoey?” he asks me after Katrina and Jen exchange icy hellos.
    Katrina shoots me a look that could kill. My skin heats under her scathing gaze. “Um, uh, she had to go back to LA. An emergency came up.”
    Concern washes over Jen’s face. “Oh, Brandon, I’m so sorry to hear that. I hope everything’s all right.”
    Nothing’s all right. I have the burning urge to blurt out everything, but Katrina’s a dangerous ticking time bomb. With a haughty fling of her platinum mane, she responds to Blake’s wife before I can.
    “Jennifer, everything’s perfectly fine. Nothing to worry about.”
    Smirking, she sits down next to me and clasps my hand for good measure. Her gloved fingers feel like fetters holding me prisoner. The rest of the Kurt Kussler cast, along with the series’ show runners, take their seats, sparing me from having to talk more about Zoey’s whereabouts. Perceiving her only as my assistant, they have no idea I planned on taking her to the red carpet premier of the Kurt Kussler season finale. Everyone’s here—my co-stars Kellie Fox, Jewel Starr, and Jibran Abdoo (the big-hearted French actor who plays my nefarious nemesis, The Locust) as well as Executive Producer Doug DeMille and Jewel’s husband, Director Niall Davies. Also sitting in the front row are Blake’s parents, who flew in earlier today—Saul Bernstein, the venerable head of Conquest Broadcasting, and his elegant wife, Helen.
    The theater filled, Blake runs up to the stage