My Movie Star Brother Sacrificed Me to Protect His Secret Wife
The internet, predictably, lost its mind.
#LeoLovesYoohoo
#ToughGuySoftDrink
#HollywoodsChocolateMilkSecret
I was scrolling through the trending topics, absolutely howling with laughter as we sat in the back of his black Escalade. We were on our way to pick up my sister-in-law for a family dinner, and this was just too perfect. "Leo, you look ridiculous. A tough guy with a carton of Yoo-hoo? This is gold."
Leo Ford, a man who could freeze a camera with a single glare, was currently looking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He shot a fist out, stopping an inch from my face. "You want a matching bruise, Tessa?"
I leaned into it, grinning. "Go ahead. I'll tell Iris."
His fist retracted instantly. "Is that all you ever do? Tattle?"
"Pretty much," I said, sticking my tongue out. It was true. I was Iris's most loyal soldier, and I never let him forget that he owed their entire relationship to me.
It all started when Leo’s film needed a last-minute replacement for a cameo role—a concert pianist. The actress they'd booked got sick, and the director was panicking. They needed someone who could actually play, someone who looked the part, and they needed them that afternoon. Leo, out of sheer desperation, called me.
He was shooting on a different location, so when I arrived at the sprawling studio lot, I didn't even see him. The part was small, just a few scenes, and I was wrapped in under two hours. I thought that was the end of it, until the assistant director cornered me on my way out. He started talking about "expanding my role," and how we should "discuss the details" back in his hotel room.
1
When I refused, he grabbed my arm. His grip was surprisingly strong.
For the first time that day, I felt a spike of fear. I’d come to my brother’s set, so I hadn’t brought my usual security. My phone was in a locker with my street clothes. I was alone.
And then, like a scene out of one of Leo’s action movies, a woman appeared out of nowhere. She peeled the director's fingers off my arm with brutal efficiency and, in a fluid motion I still can't quite comprehend, had him on the ground, groaning.
I just stood there, clapping like an idiot.
The assistant director, his face purple with rage, screamed at us to get off his set. As we were walking out, a pyrotechnics test went off on the adjacent lot. The explosion was deafening. Without a second thought, the woman beside me threw herself over me, shielding my body with her own.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up in my own bed. My first thought was of her. Was she okay? My mom was there, stroking my hair. She told me to rest, that Leo had already gone to the hospital to thank her personally, gifts in hand.
And somehow… during that hospital visit, a spark ignited. By the time I had fully recovered two weeks later, my perpetually single, workaholic brother and my anonymous hero were already giving each other looks. The kind of looks that could melt steel.
A soft voice pulled me from the memory. The car door opened. "Fighting again?"
Iris’s melodic voice filled the car. I immediately put on my best wounded expression.
"Babe," Leo started.
"Iris," I whined.
We spoke at the same time. Iris slid in, wrapping an arm around me and fixing Leo with a playful glare. "Were you bullying my Tessa again?"
She’d just come from a grueling day of stunt work and clearly hadn’t seen the news. I pulled up the picture on my phone.
Her expression shifted from concern to pure delight. She zoomed in on the photo, saved it, and then burst out laughing. "Who took this? It's adorable!"
"Great. You're ganging up on me," Leo grumbled, snatching his phone and tapping furiously. A moment later, my own phone buzzed with a notification.
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#LeoFordClarifies
#LeoFordSecretlyMarried
I clicked on the trending topic. It was a link to his latest tweet: [That wasn't for me. It's my wife's. She's the one who loves it.]
Leo waggled his phone at us smugly. "I'm not taking the fall for this. The whole world might as well know I have a wife."
It always amazed me how the cold, ruthless persona he projected to the world melted away into this childish, pouting man the second Iris was around. She just shook her head with a fond smile, completely accustomed to his antics. Love, I mused, was a strange and powerful force. Who would have guessed that the formidable Leo Ford was, in private, a hopelessly devoted husband?
An hour later, we pulled up to the family estate in Connecticut. Mom, Dad, Grandma, and Grandpa were all there.
I ran to my grandmother, hugging her tight. "Grandma, I missed you so much!"
She pinched my nose affectionately. "Oh, you charmer."
"She and Leo are polar opposites," Grandpa chimed in from his armchair. "He's been stone-faced since birth, and this one learned to sweet-talk before she could walk."
Leo and Iris walked in behind us, their arms full of groceries. "Is she talking trash about me again?" Leo asked.
I peeked out from behind Grandma's shoulder and stuck my tongue out at him. Iris playfully swatted his arm.
"Iris, honey, you must be exhausted," Mom said, coming out of her study to greet us. "Coming straight here from the set."
"Not at all, Mom. I love what I do," Iris said with a genuine smile. My sister-in-law was a force of nature. She’d loved martial arts since she was a kid and broke into Hollywood as a stunt double for A-list actresses, taking the hits without ever showing her face. She never complained, just worked her way up, step by step. After she and Leo got married, she refused to let him pull strings for her, so they kept their marriage a secret.
Of course, that didn't stop Leo from quietly passing her name to a few trusted directors. Her talent and work ethic did the rest. She landed a gritty role in a 1940s spy series, full of physically demanding scenes, and she was happier than I’d ever seen her.
As we were finishing dinner, Leo’s agent showed up at the door, looking like he was about to have a heart attack.
"Leo! This is a disaster!" he wailed, shoving a laptop in our faces.
After Leo's clarification tweet, some paparazzo had dug up another photo: me, at a different film set, also holding a six-pack of Yoo-hoo.
3
Wait a second.
That was from the day I went to pick up Iris from her set.
#LeoAndTessaFord
#IncestScandal
The trending topics now paired my name with my brother's. The implication was nauseating.
I glanced at Leo and Iris, then immediately grabbed my phone. I wasn't an actress and didn't care what internet trolls said about me, but if this blew up, it could expose their secret marriage and create a truly toxic narrative. The last thing they needed was a fake scandal about a love triangle.
My fingers flew across the screen: [That wasn't mine! It was my sister-in-law's! She's the one who loves it!]
There was no other way. I had to out him.
Leo had entered the industry without using our family name, determined to make it on his own merits. He never wanted to be the rich kid who had to fall back on his inheritance if acting didn't work out. But he had made it. He was at the top of his game now. Surely, this wouldn't matter anymore. Especially not when it was for Iris.
Leo immediately retweeted me, adding a photo of his driver's license with everything but his name blacked out. The name was crystal clear: Leo Ford. Below it, he typed two words: [My actual sister.]
The internet pivoted in an instant.
#TheFordsCanActuallyUseTheirWords
#TessaFordResponds
I scrolled through the new, much more lighthearted, trending topics. "You know," I said to Leo, "I bet some thirsty wannabe is going to post a picture of themselves with a Yoo-hoo and claim to be your wife just to get some attention."
Leo scoffed. "After how fast we shut that down? No one would be that stupid."
He spoke too soon. A notification popped up on my phone. I had been tagged in a post.
[Tessa Ford, I thought you were married for a second and my heart broke. But now... it looks like I might still have a shot.]
4
I stared at the username: Rhys Callan.
The Rhys Callan? The indie singer who just won Best New Artist?
What did he have to do with any of this?
A moment later, a friend request popped up on my private social account. The name was attached: Rhys Callan.
I accepted it immediately.
My first message to him was blunt: [Are you trying to make a complicated situation even crazier?]
His reply was instantaneous.
[No. I'm being serious. I really like you.]
[Can we meet?]
His directness was disarming. I wanted to understand what was going on, so I agreed to meet him the next day at a quiet café near my place.
"Hi," he said as I sat down.
"Hello," I replied. We sounded like two strangers on an awkward blind date, which, I supposed, we were.
"First, I want to show you something," Rhys said, sliding his phone across the table.
He played a video. It was me, a few years ago, on a trip to Europe. My friends had gone to the restroom, and I’d found a public piano on the street and started playing a melody I was working on. The video was shaky, filmed by a tourist, but unlike most of the clips that had surfaced online—which were mostly of my back—this one clearly showed my face in profile. The video's location tag confirmed he was there.
"You might not remember," he began, his voice earnest, "but I used a piece of this melody in my new song."
"I’ve tried to find you for years," he continued, rambling a little, as if he was nervous. "When I finally figured out who you were, the internet was convinced you were married to your brother. Your clarification came so fast… I knew I had to take my chance. That melody… it was incredible. I went home and couldn't get it out of my head. It, and you. The way you looked when you were playing… It's crazy, I know. I can't believe I'm even saying this, but…"
He paused, taking a breath. "We can sort out a contract. Royalties, writing credits, whatever you want. I'd love to collaborate with you properly. Your compositional style is brilliant."
He kept talking, filling the silence when I didn't respond. I stirred my coffee, the spoon clinking against the porcelain. "So you asked me here to talk about royalties?"
A faint blush crept up his neck. "No. I asked you here because I wanted to tell you that I like you."
My eyes widened. "But… you don't know me. We've never even met."
"Then let me get to know you," he said, his gaze steady. "We have plenty of time for that."
This guy… he was unbelievably direct.
Just then, I heard a familiar, rustling sound from a few tables behind me. My head whipped around, and though I couldn't see them clearly, I recognized the clumsy attempt at spycraft.
I turned back to Rhys, forcing a polite smile. "I'm so sorry, something's come up. Can we reschedule?"
"Oh. Sure. I'll get the check."
After Rhys paid and left, I pretended to leave as well, then doubled back and marched straight to the booth in the corner.
5
"Leo? Iris? What are you two doing here?"
My brother, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, and my sister-in-law, in a hoodie with a mask pulled up to her eyes, looked like the world's worst spies.
"What a coincidence," Leo said, his voice flat. "We were just in the neighborhood."
Iris elbowed him. "Don't listen to him. He was worried about you, so we came to check things out. Honestly, Tessa, he seems like a decent guy. Very sincere."
"I already ran a background check on him yesterday," Leo added gruffly. "His record is clean."
"A background check doesn't tell you who a person really is," Iris countered.
"I know," Leo said, a new idea dawning in his eyes. "A trip."
Iris caught on immediately. "Yes! A trip is perfect. You learn everything you need to know about a person when you travel with them."
And just like that, the two of them were plotting a full-scale vetting operation for Rhys Callan.
Leo's powers of persuasion—and investment—were formidable. Within a week, he’d funded and co-produced a new celebrity travel reality show. When the director called Rhys, who had famously never done television, and mentioned my name was on the list of participants, he signed on without a second's hesitation.
Rhys Callan's reality TV debut sent his fans into a frenzy. The network, playing up the drama, kept the rest of the cast a secret. The show would be a mix of live-streaming and pre-recorded segments, a brilliant way to keep viewers hooked.
On the first day, we all gathered at the villa that would be our home base. The director announced there would be five cast members.
I walked into the living room and saw two familiar figures. Leo and Iris were already there, sitting on opposite ends of a long sofa, pretending to be strangers. I hesitated for a moment before taking a seat next to Iris. My loyalty was clear. Leo had revealed he was married, but not to whom. To the world, Iris was just another actress.
The live-stream comments started pouring in.
[Why isn't Tessa sitting with her brother??]
[The Ford siblings' first show together! The producers are geniuses.]
[Leo said he'd drop hints about his wife on this show! I can't wait to see who the lucky woman is!]
The front door opened again, and a wave of cloyingly sweet perfume washed over the room. Before I even turned around, a saccharine voice echoed through the villa.
6
"Leo, darling!"
My brother's brow furrowed into a deep V.
[It's Seraphina Vance! Oh my god, my old ship is sailing again!]
[Are Seraphina and Leo finally going to happen? I'm here for all the drama. /popcorn]
I recognized the name. Seraphina Vance. Leo had mentioned her once. They’d worked on a movie together, and she’d tried desperately to manufacture a showmance during the press tour. Leo, who was in the early stages of pursuing Iris, had expertly shut her down every time. But that hadn't stopped Seraphina from dropping vague, suggestive hints about him in interviews for months afterward.
I glanced at Iris, who looked completely unbothered, then at Leo, whose expression was pure disgust.
Oh, this was going to be good. I just needed a bowl of popcorn.
Before I could get too comfortable, the door opened one last time.
Rhys Callan walked in, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on me. A slow, warm smile spread across his face as he walked directly over. "Tessa. It's good to see you again. I brought you something."
[I'm shipping these two so hard! The earnest musician and the quiet pianist!]
[Tessa looks like she could juggle eight boyfriends at once, but the second he smiles at her she blushes. It's adorable!]
[Looks can be deceiving. Did Leo look like a guy who chugs Yoo-hoo?]
[The Ford family motto: 'Exterior does not match contents.']
[OMG, someone just posted a leaked pic of Leo chugging two Yoo-hoos on set just now. GO LOOK!]
A photo appeared in the feed: Leo, mid-chug, looking defiant.
[I knew it. They’re cut from the same cloth.]
[Someone get this family a lifetime supply of Yoo-hoo. And maybe some Capri Sun while you're at it.]
Rhys, ever the gentleman, had brought gifts for everyone.
7
He gave Leo a bottle of vintage wine from the year I was born.
He gave Iris a stunning necklace from a high-end designer's latest collection.
Seraphina preened, watching him, clearly expecting her turn. We had all received something; surely she was next.
Rhys looked at her, a flicker of awkwardness in his eyes. "Ah, my manager told me another actress was supposed to be here, so the gift I prepared was for her..."
He opened a large box to reveal a high-end, professional set of kitchen knives.
"You can have them, if you'd like," he offered.
The set was easily as expensive as Iris's necklace, but it was the wrong gift for the wrong person. Seraphina's eyes, clouded with disdain, barely glanced at the box. "She had a last-minute conflict. Since we're with the same agency, my boss asked me to fill in."
Before we left, Leo had been raving about the original actress, a woman famous for her warm personality and incredible cooking skills. He’d been looking forward to some decent meals. Now, we were stuck with Seraphina.
"And besides," she added, inching closer to my brother, "I knew you would be here, Leo. I feel so much safer with someone I know."
She was practically draped over him.
Leo’s jaw tightened. "Tessa," he barked, his voice strained. "Switch seats with me."
Iris placed a calming hand on my arm. "It's fine, Tessa. Stay where you are." Her tone was even, without a hint of anger. I knew what she was doing. She trusted Leo completely and didn't want him to cause a scene on a live broadcast that would inevitably lead to negative headlines.
The director finally stepped in to break the tension. "Alright, everyone! As a welcome, your first lunch is on us. After that, you'll have to earn your meals!"
8
The dining table was already set, but seating once again became a strategic battle. It was a rectangular table with three chairs on one side and two on the other.
My instincts kicked in. I spotted my favorite dish and quickly claimed the seat in front of it—one of the two-seaters. Iris immediately sat down next to me.
Seeing this, Leo swiftly moved to the chair directly opposite Iris and pulled Rhys down into the seat beside him. That left Seraphina with the last seat, directly across from me. The entire meal was a masterclass in tension, though I was too busy enjoying the food to let their bizarre psychodrama ruin my appetite.
After lunch, we chose our rooms. The villa had two floors. The men would take the downstairs rooms, the women upstairs. My luggage was light, just a small suitcase, so Iris and I carried ours up.
Seraphina, however, stood at the bottom of the stairs, pouting. "Leo, honey? Could you possibly help me with my bag?" It was a massive, hot pink monstrosity.
Leo wordlessly dragged the suitcase not up the stairs, but outside to the small service elevator on the patio. He shoved it inside and pressed the button for the second floor. "There's an elevator."
"Oh! Thank you, Leo!" she chirped to his retreating back.
Upstairs, there was one single room and one double. Iris and I naturally gave the single to Seraphina. We unpacked and settled in for a short afternoon break.
At 3 p.m., the director's voice came over the house-wide intercom, announcing our first challenge to win ingredients for dinner. It was a game of telephone, but with mimed movie lines while wearing noise-canceling headphones.
Since it was a live-stream day, this was prime content.
Rhys went first. He chose a line from the cards and turned to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"I love you," he mouthed dramatically, forming a heart with his hands, his expression full of theatrical devotion.
9
"I love you?" I mouthed back, feeling a blush creep up my neck.
[The sly dog! He picked the one line with 'I love you' in it!]
[Look at his smile when she says it back! He can't hide it!]
He nodded, then mouthed the next part. "I would do anything for you. I will be there for you, wherever and whenever you need me."
I recognized it immediately. It was a famous line from one of Leo’s movies. His delivery was so clear that I got it instantly.
I turned to pass it on to Seraphina. I mouthed each word carefully, and she repeated them back to me, nodding that she understood. Then she turned to Leo.
"I love you!" she mouthed, her eyes wide and fluttering.
Leo just stared at her. "And?" he mouthed back.
She tapped her head. "Oh, darn it! What was it? I forgot! I would... do something? Oh, it doesn't matter. Just remember that I love you, okay?"
She flapped her hands in frustration, but the only words she kept repeating were "I love you."
[Silly Seraphina! She sees Leo's face and her brain just shorts out.]
[Haha, can't blame her. I'd forget my own name if he looked at me like that.]
[It's easy to get lost in those eyes.]
"She's a professional actress and she can't remember two lines?" I muttered to Rhys, who was standing beside me now.
"A lot of actors rely on voice-overs and teleprompters these days," he whispered back.
[Gossip is human nature. Look at Tessa, she doesn't want to miss a thing. She's walking backward and is about to crash right into Rhys.]
[Did you see that? He totally took two steps back just so she would run into him. He wants her to feel those pecs.]
Leo, ever the professional, managed to piece it together from her charade. He held up a hand to stop her. "Okay, got it."
He turned and gently tapped Iris on the shoulder. "I love you," he mouthed, his entire demeanor softening.
Iris's eyes widened in surprise for a split second before a look of recognition dawned. She smiled.
"Is it from your movie?" she mouthed.
Leo just grinned, a rare, boyish grin that he saved only for her.
"I love you," she recited perfectly, "I would do anything for you. I will be there for you, wherever and whenever you need me."
She hadn't even needed him to say the rest. She knew it by heart.
[Wait… am I crazy or is there some serious chemistry between those two?]
[That's the first time I've ever seen Leo smile at another actress like that.]
[Okay, new ship unlocked? What is happening?]
Because Iris got the line perfectly, we won our pick of any ingredients for dinner. As the game ended, Seraphina scurried over to Leo. "Leo, I'm so sorry, I was so clumsy back there! As a punishment, I'll watch your movie ten times tonight, how about that?"
The look of pure panic on Leo's face was priceless. He practically sprinted away, hiding behind me like a human shield.
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