My Delivery Driver Husband Is a Billionaire

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On the red carpet of the Starlight Awards, my agent ripped off my haute couture shawl in front of millions of live viewers.

She pointed at a sweaty delivery driver outside the security barrier.

Let me share some hot gossip, everyone---this scruffy delivery guy is Gianna's boyfriend!

Camera flashes exploded like crazy. Reporters swarmed toward me like sharks smelling blood.

"A wholesome actress dating a delivery driver? How pathetic!"

My agent hid behind the cameras, digging her nails hard into my arm.

"That's what you get for stealing Fiona's lead role at the audition. She's been so upset she can't even eat. Consider today's public humiliation your lesson."

"She has depression. What's wrong with letting her have the role?"

"Don't worry, I'm just messing with you. Once you go viral from this scandal, the company will release a statement to clear your name."

I looked at the screen flooded with "Gianna should die" comments and laughed coldly.

Facing countless cameras, I walked over to that delivery driver and took the takeout box from his hands.

"That's right. This is my husband."

My agent had no idea that this delivery driver was Sebastian Cole, the most powerful capital titan in the industry, conducting undercover market research for his investments.

......

"Gianna, have you lost your mind!"

Agent Lisa's shriek nearly pierced my eardrums.

"Look at this yourself! Trending number one! #GiannasBoyfriendIsADeliveryDriver# --- it's exploding!"

"The company phones are ringing off the hook. All your endorsements want to terminate their contracts!"

"Do you know how much your penalty fees will be? You couldn't pay them back even if you sold yourself!"

I ignored her, just turning my head to look out the window.

The man I'd called my "husband," Sebastian Cole, sat quietly beside me.

He still wore that yellow delivery uniform, sweat still beading on his forehead.

He wasn't checking his phone or saying anything, just unscrewing a bottle of water to hand to me.

"You still have the nerve to drink water?"

Lisa snatched the bottle away and hurled it at the car door.

"Let me tell you, Gianna---you're done. Completely done!"

"Fiona says she wants you to disappear from this industry entirely!"

I finally turned to look at her.

"Lisa, you've been with me for three years."

"These three years, seventy percent of the money I earned went into the company's pocket, and ten percent went into yours."

"I bought you bags, bought gifts for your parents. I treated you like my own sister."

"Just because I earned a lead role on my own merit, you're going to destroy me like this?"

Lisa froze for a moment, then sneered.

"Sister? Gianna, don't be so naive."

"What are you? Just a dog the company raised."

"Fiona is different---her uncle is a major shareholder in the company."

"By stealing her role, you cut off her career path. Of course I had to help you 'wake up.'"

She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a malicious whisper.

"Are you actually dating a delivery guy? Don't you know a singer got torn apart online for dating a farmer!"

"Is he just really good in bed? Does he satisfy you that well?"

I raised my hand and slapped her across the face.

Clear and loud.

The car fell instantly silent.

Lisa held her cheek, staring at me in disbelief.

I shook out my stinging hand.

"That slap was payback for when you grabbed me earlier. As for the rest, we'll settle that slowly."

Sebastian, who'd been silent the whole time, suddenly moved, a slight smile curving his lips.

He gently pulled me behind him, then looked down at Lisa:

"Which company are you from?"

Lisa laughed as if she'd heard the world's funniest joke.

"Oh? A delivery driver daring to use that tone with me?"

"What, you planning to cause trouble at our company? Let me tell you, our company is Starlight Entertainment. Someone like you can't even get through the front door!"

Sebastian nodded and pulled out his old smartphone, dialing a number.

"Hello, it's me. The company is called Starlight Entertainment. Fifteen minutes. I don't want to hear that name again."

Someone on the other end said something.

Sebastian made an affirmative sound and hung up.

Lisa laughed until tears came out.

"Go ahead, keep acting!"

"Fifteen minutes? Who do you think you are? The President of the United States or the Prime Minister of the UK?"

"A stinking delivery driver putting on airs!"

The driver stopped the car in front of my apartment building.

Lisa yanked the car door open.

"Gianna, the company has decided to freeze all your activities effective immediately. Legal will send you the termination contracts as soon as possible. Take care of yourself."

She finished speaking, slammed the car door, and left.

Only Sebastian and I remained in the car.

I looked at my phone flooded with curses and mockery, suddenly feeling exhausted.

Five years in the industry, I'd been careful and cautious, walking on thin ice.

And this is how it ended.

"Do you regret it?"

Sebastian's voice was gentle.

I shook my head, leaning against his somewhat broad shoulder.

"No regrets."

"Just a little hungry."

He took the food container from my hands and opened it.

Various types of sushi.

I loved Japanese food.

He handed me a fork.

"Eat up. No matter how busy work gets, you have to eat on time."

I buried my head and started eating in big bites.

But tears fell.

Sebastian didn't try to comfort me, just clumsily patted my back.

I'd known him for three months.

That day I failed an audition and was publicly humiliated by the director. I sat alone on the side of the road crying.

He rode by on his bicycle, stopped, and handed me a pack of tissues and a sandwich.

He said: "There's no obstacle you can't overcome. You need to eat before you have the energy to cry."

After that, he came to deliver lunch to me every day.

Rain or shine.

A month ago, I got drunk and grabbed him to ask.

"Sebastian, would you dare marry me?"

He looked at me and nodded very seriously.

"I dare."

The next day, we went to get our marriage certificate.

No wedding, no ring, just a marriage certificate.

I thought I was being ridiculous.

But in that moment, I felt an unprecedented sense of security.

I finished the last bite of food. My phone rang.

It was Lisa.

Her voice was full of terror and trembling.

"Gianna... Gianna, check the news!"

"The company... the company went bankrupt!"

"Just now, it was acquired by a company called 'Universal Capital.' All the shareholders were kicked out!"

"The boss jumped off a building!"

I hung up the phone. Downstairs at my apartment building, reporters had already swarmed.

Camera flashes went crazy, aimed at Sebastian and me.

"Gianna, are you and this gentleman really married?"

"There are rumors that Starlight Entertainment's bankruptcy is related to you. Is that true?"

"Did you already know your husband's true identity, so you dared to do that on the red carpet?"

Each question was sharper than the last.

I was pushed and nearly lost my footing.

Sebastian pulled me into his arms. His not-particularly-tall frame now felt like a mountain.

In his accented English, he said to all the reporters, word by word:

"I am Gianna's husband, Sebastian Cole."

"Whatever she does, I will support her."

"As for Starlight Entertainment, they brought it on themselves."

"Anyone who dares to bully my wife will pay the price."

His words were simple and direct, even somewhat crude.

But they instantly calmed my heart.

In the crowd, I saw Fiona.

She wore exquisite makeup and an expensive gown, her face full of malice as she stared at me.

Standing next to her was a middle-aged man in a suit---her uncle, Starlight's former shareholder.

"Gianna, you bitch!"

Fiona rushed toward me, trying to hit me.

Sebastian blocked me, catching her wrist.

"It's you?"

Fiona's uncle saw Sebastian and his face went deathly pale.

His legs went weak and he nearly fell to his knees.

"Mr.... Mr. Cole?"

Sebastian released Fiona and glanced at him coolly.

"Mr. Walker, long time no see."

"You've raised your niece well."

Mr. Walker was drenched in sweat, stammering explanations.

"Mr. Cole, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"

"I didn't know Miss Gianna was your..."

"She's my wife."

Sebastian interrupted him, his voice not loud but absolutely firm.

The entire scene fell silent.

All the reporters forgot to press their shutters.

Fiona was stunned too, staring blankly at Sebastian.

This rough-looking man who in her eyes only deserved to deliver food.

Was actually the "Mr. Cole" her uncle had to bow and scrape to.

"From today on, I don't want to see these two people in the industry again."

Sebastian finished speaking, pulled me along, parted the crowd, and walked into the apartment building.

Behind us were Mr. Walker's and Fiona's desperate cries.

Back home, I finally couldn't help asking him.

"Sebastian, who exactly are you?"

He took off that yellow delivery uniform, revealing the white dress shirt underneath.

The shirt was a bit wrinkled, but clean.

He scratched his head, smiling a bit sheepishly.

"My name is Sebastian Cole, founder of Universal Capital."

"I was delivering food before to research the local food delivery market."

"I'm sorry, honey. I kept it from you this whole time."

I looked at him, not knowing what to say.

The number one capital titan in the industry.

A regular on the Forbes list.

The legendary mysterious and low-profile Universal Capital CEO who never appeared in public.

Was my husband.

That delivery driver who brought me dinner every day, riding a bicycle.

This was more bizarre than any movie script.

"So you bought out Starlight just because they bullied me?"

He nodded, his expression like a child who'd done something right, waiting for my praise.

"They made you unhappy."

"I don't want my wife to be wronged."

I suddenly laughed. Laughing and laughing, I cried.

I walked over and hugged him.

"Sebastian, you big liar."

His body stiffened, then he carefully hugged me back.

"Honey, don't cry. From now on, no one will dare bully you."

The next day, the entire entertainment industry was rocked.

#UniversalCapitalCEOSebastianColeIsMarried

#SebastianColesWifeIsActressGianna

#Starlight EntertainmentBankruptcyInsideStory

Internet users who'd been cursing me to "get out of entertainment" yesterday did a complete 180.

"Holy shit! What kind of fairy tale romance is this! A CEO goes undercover and falls for a struggling actress?"

"No wonder Gianna dared to stand her ground on the red carpet---she had backup!"

"Hey upstairs, Gianna isn't struggling---she's really talented, just suppressed by her company!"

"That girl Fiona deserves it! Stealing someone's role and then playing victim!"

My phone was about to explode.

Major directors, producers, and brands all sent messages, asking after my wellbeing.

Their attitudes were completely different from when I was blacklisted.

I didn't reply to a single one.

I was in the kitchen, learning how to make sweet and sour pork from Sebastian.

He wore a pink cartoon apron, clumsily cutting meat.

"Honey, don't touch anything---the fumes is bad. I'll handle it."

He pushed me out of the kitchen.

I leaned against the doorframe watching his busy figure.

This man who commanded respect in the business world was now flustered trying to cook me a meal.

Sunlight streamed through the window onto him, warm and bright.

I picked up my phone and captured this moment.

Then I posted on Twitter.

[@GiannaV: My husband, Sebastian Cole. @UniversalCapitalSebastianCole [Image]]

In the photo, no designer brands, no luxury cars---just a man in an apron, his back to the camera as he cooked for me in the kitchen.

As soon as I posted, the comments section exploded.

"Aaaah what kind of fairy tale husband is this! I'm so jealous!"

"This is what real wealth looks like---not throwing money around, but loving with your heart."

"Gianna, you have to be happy!"

Sebastian's phone kept ringing too.

He hurriedly wiped his hands and answered.

"Hello, Assistant Johnson, what is it?"

"What? Twitter?"

He hung up and looked at me nervously.

"Honey, did I cause you trouble?"

"Will my identity being exposed affect your career?"

I shook my head and walked over, hugging him from behind.

"No."

"Sebastian, thank you."

Thank you for giving me a home when I was at my most vulnerable.

Thank you for standing firmly by my side when the whole world abandoned me.

Dinner was ready: roast chicken with mashed potatoes, a Caesar salad, and creamy tomato soup.

All my favorites.

We sat at the small dining table like the most ordinary couple, eating together.

The TV was playing financial news.

"According to reports, Universal Capital recently completed its acquisition of Starlight Entertainment and conducted large-scale business restructuring. Former Starlight artist Fiona and her uncle Mr. Walker have been placed under investigation by police for suspected commercial fraud and unfair competition..."

I watched the news, my heart completely calm.

Those who do evil will eventually face punishment.

"Honey, about that lead role in 'Palace Walls'---I already spoke with the director."

Sebastian put a piece of pork on my plate.

"They'll hold another audition tomorrow and invite you to participate."

'Palace Walls' was the role Fiona had stolen from me.

An S+ tier major production that every actress in the industry was eyeing.

I'd earned the female lead on my own merit, standing out from dozens of candidates.

But because I blocked Fiona's path, Lisa had set me up.

"No need."

I shook my head.

Sebastian froze.

"Why? Don't you really like that script?"

"Yeah, I like it."

I looked at him very seriously.

"But I don't want to get a role through your connections."

"Sebastian, I want to earn my place in front of the camera through my own abilities."

"Not have people say I got it because I'm the wife of Universal Capital's CEO."

Sebastian was silent for a long time.

He stared at me, then suddenly smiled.

Light shone in those eyes that were always narrowed.

"Okay."

"My wife is already the best."

"Then we won't do that one. I'll invest in a new production, custom-made just for you, okay?"

I couldn't help laughing.

"Mr. Cole, that's abuse of power for personal gain."

"Is that not allowed?" He leaned over and kissed my cheek. "For my wife, anything goes."