We Were Wrong About Violet Crowne's Secret Marriage
Written by Josh Winney
The actress Violet Crowne and her manager Ryan Wilder are allegedly married, and more unbelievably still, it appears we were misinformed about it.
We reported yesterday that Crowne and Wilder officially tied the knot less than three months after an anonymous source published news on the couple's supposedly secret marriage.
This, by Star-Hive! standards is a big screw-up. Recently, we insisted on the accuracy of sources who reportedly said the Crowne-Wilder marriage reports were premature, and the couple had not been asked for this yet. Hence, we want to say that we deeply apologize for this.
News reports are always corrected, certainly in the world of anonymously sourced celebrity gossip. Missing Violet Crowne's marriage is still a surprising look for Star-Hive! Entertainment news.
However, seeing as the first source of this shocking gossip came from Cro
In a large bedroom with beautiful people’s posters on the wall, three of the four Crownes currently residing in the US were discussing their situation.As the most enthusiastic among them, Florent wasted no time to address this. “Mom, don’t you see that this is our chance?”Marissa, who was not as enthusiastic, crossed her arms in front of her chest. “What chance? I don’t want you to drag us to more troubles, you know? Violet’s marriage reveal is giving me great headache as it is.”“Yes, don’t give your mother any more stress, Florent. God knows we don’t need it.” Robert confirmed, but it felt a little insulting, actually.“What, you want to say that I’m not needed? Is that it?”Of course, Florent’s mother must have a misunderstanding at this moment. He had never seen his parents fight each other before, as he only remembered them to share the same natur
‘Violet Crowne’s Marriage Is Real! Here’s the Reasons Why She Wants to Keep It A Secret!’Written by Bryle CardosaThe rising star, actress Violet Crowne, who pulled out of her role as the second lead female in the movie The Lover’s Fool, was rumored to be in a secret marriage with her own manager, Ryan Wilder.Aside from a shocking discovery reported by her own ex-boyfriend and co-star, Ashton Bogart, there is another anonymous source we found. We have yet to have physical proof such as a wedding certificate or photos to back the claim.However, there are many reasons why celebrities hide their marriage. Even though it sounds like hiding happy moments, there is always a reason why some celebrities don’t want to publicize their historic day to the general public and the wider community. For Crowne’s case, we have divided the reasons into five.Privacy and Peace of Mind&nb
Violet Crowne Sparked Rumours She Got Married to Her Manager Following A PostWritten by Bryle CardosaThe actress Violet Crowne has sparked secret marriage rumors with her manager, Ryan Wilder, after dropping a major hint on a social media post on Friday.Crowne posted a photo on her social media handle featuring her left ring finger with a symbolic ring on it: a rough-cut black band with a pink diamond on it.The actress, who recently made a shocking withdrawal from an upcoming movie, The Fool’s Lover, has yet to comment on speculation that she and her manager, Ryan Wilder, are secretly married, but multiple outlets have pondered whether Crowne subtly announced big relationship news with the post.Crowne had never kept her dating life a secret. She had relationships and breakups with three different actors this year alone, so a secret marriage surely not fit her image.Furthermore, it has only been about some weeks sinc
After gathering their suitcases and leaving them for Cinos to bring, Ryan made one last sigh before opening the door, mentally preparing himself for what he was to find on the other side. With a reassuring hand against his, he repeated to himself that everything would be fine.He didn't need to answer anyone.Oh, if only Violet had the same opinion.There was media everywhere. At least ten times more people compared to when they attended his father-in-law's birthday party. Obviously, someone had tipped them off about Violet's home address, as it was supposed to be confidential for a public figure."Awesome," he muttered, loud enough for Violet to hear. Conversely, as the journalists approached, she grinned like a shark out for blood.Catching sight of them exiting the house, paparazzi began to scurry towards them across the lawn. Uncaring that they were considered to be trespassing on private property.He tried not to flinch at the blinding
Business Tycoon Howard Ashford Killed in Car CrashThat was the headline.A simple news title that summed up the whole story.An adverb, the subject, and its verb.It couldn’t be any simpler; that was what Ryan liked about news headlines most of the time.However, this particular news shook his world. Leaving him with raw, jumbling emotions that refused to let him rest. After all, it had been hours since he said good night to Violet and closed the door behind him.Fuck.He was supposed to sleep with Violet tonight.But his father died, and he has yet to get his fair revenge. To hell with him.“Argh!”Ryan punched the wall beside him. He couldn’t even lie down again. His thought was haunted by imagining the event itself.A car crash.His father was killed in a car crash. And against a trailer truck, to be precise. What a ridiculous way to die. Just when he was abo
Ryan woke to an arm around his stomach.His breath stilled, eyes wide in an instant as sleepiness momentarily disappeared.Aside from the arm, he felt a face against his back, right between his shoulder blades and a leg above his own. It didn't take long for him to understand that Violet had claimed him as her bodypillow. What a way to wake up.However, knowing Violet, she'd just chew his head and punch his face if she woke up now.Gulping, Ryan hoped his wife wouldn't wake up now. He tentatively lifted his hand and was about to let go of Violet's encircling arm, but she groaned softly and tightened her hold on him.He was struck again. Violet never acted like this.To be honest, he never shared a bed with her, anyway, so he had no way of knowing how she was during her sleep. Only that she made a mess when she woke up with how she turned in her sleep.It was quite lovely to find that she ended up hugging him from behind.Unfort
The drive was about two hours away from New York.Ryan didn’t take his eyes away from the road ahead. How could he? Not to jinx it, but he just didn’t want to end up dead crashing against a trailer truck. Like a certain someone he knew.But, to drive all the way to Lancaster for his hated father’s funeral, who would have thought?Violet did, obviously.If not for her, Ryan would never head there in the first place. No. He wouldn’t even humour the idea.Alas, she knew when something was wrong, could smell it even when he didn’t say anything about the call.“What is it?” Violet asked with furrowed brows, looking strangely at him as she picked on the simple breakfast he made. The coffee was especially good. He got the beans fresh from a farmer in Brazil.He shrugged, “Nothing.”A pink streak crossed her face. Perhaps she thought he was awake, to begin with. Perhaps, she knew ab
As much as Howard was a billionaire, he was the type to have everything in his own home. Including his own funeral.The atmosphere was high-strung with tensions. One which should not exist in an event like this. However, when Edric was the one who headed the whole event, it was to be expected.People in their black suits and black dresses, holding a glass of something to relax for a while. Carnations around the corridor, on each corner of the rooms, with one grand coffin made from the best wood material, polished to a shine, and half-opened to the guest.It was propped up in front of the room. Taller than any of them from being placed on a high platform. Even dead, Howard refused to be lower than anyone.Ryan turned his eyes away from the coffin that seemed to call his name.Many people looked at him and Violet when they stepped feet inside the house, and even more so when he stopped on his track, rerouting away from his father’s coffin.
Ryan struggled to stay awake as he stared blankly at one of the bare white walls around him.The hum of the bright fluorescent lights above him flickered occasionally, breaking him in and out of his trance. There were no windows except for the small one at the door, which barely showed into the hallway.He had long lost count of the hours he had been held inside this room since he arrived. He felt tired and broken in more ways than one, but he was managing, and that is all he could do right now.He just needed to hold out a little longer.Just a little longer.Shifting his gaze at the paper before him, it did not take long to realize that no one here was ever on his side to begin with. Telling the truth did not matter. Everyone believed he was a murderer. He was guilty the moment he was arrested, and they made that very clear after trying to repeatedly beat him into signing the confession, making sure to avoid his face. Anything that his prison uniform did cover, they beat until they
The interrogation room was well air-conditioned, it was supposed to be cold. Yet, Ryan couldn’t feel anything but stifling heat from deep within his chest. He felt rage, more than fear or puzzlement at this point.There was only one person who could and would frame him, but getting everyone to believe was hard. Almost impossible, even.Leaning back in his chair, Detective Pierce continued, "Let me tell you the short version of what I think happened. You murdered Jorge and left Edric for dead. You left straight from the party to the airport, trying to flee the scene of the crime.""That's ridiculous.""Why else would you leave Seattle in such a hurry? Were you planning to leave the country next?"Glaring, Ryan griped out a resounding, "No, I simply went home. If I wanted to run, I'd go anywhere but there, wouldn't you think?""It's not far-fetched for you to gather your things and prepare to disappear for good. You wanted revenge for your father's death and you wanted to take down the
Still in shock, Ryan asked the police officer who told him to step forward. "Can I make a phone call?""You're not allowed.""What about an attorney?""The police will contact one on your behalf once you've been transferred.""Transferred?"The officer sighed, pushing him to move forward after a moment. "To Seattle's police jurisdiction. Now stop talking and walk."Following the orders to move, Ryan was taken to a small check-in station where an officer forcefully dipped each of his fingers in black ink, printing each digit on a white paper document.Once they were finished, he was escorted into another area, which was equipped with a digital camera and a large backdrop against the wall that was marked with varying heights. He inwardly sighed as he was given a small blackboard with his name to hold up.An officer instructed him to stand up straight and look towards the camera. He flinched as the flash sounded and wa
Opening the door, Ryan was alarmed at finding a couple of police officers standing on the other side. Glancing at the police car in the driveway, his face drained at wondering what the hell was going on."Are you Ryan Wilder?" one of the officers asked."…Yes."One of the men immediately took his hand and placed a handcuff around his wrist, pulling his other arm behind his back before adding another cuff.Another officer said, "Ryan Wilder, you are hereby under arrest on suspicion of murder."His mouth fell open in complete disbelief. "What?""You have the right to remain silent," the officer continued. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?"His knees felt weak. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. If this really was a dream after
Everything was a blur as Ryan rushed down the hall and burst through the door where they had last left Violet and Edric.What he had found on the other side was his worst nightmare realized.Kneeling down as he pulled Violet limply into his arms, he shakily touched the side of her draining face and gently shook her, finding no response. Choking out her name through cracked whispers over and over, he couldn't stop the sudden tears blurring his vision.Never in his life had Ryan ever felt so hurt and broken as he did now."G-God, no…" he whimpered. "Violet, please… please wake up."Every silent second that passed felt like eternity as his chest began to heave with broken sobs. His throat burned and his eyes clenched in anguish.Weakly picking himself up to see her face, he brushed back her bangs and froze when her blue eyes slowly fluttered open. Everything around him grew still like he was viewing a dream
Violet was ready to fight him. She had trained in several martial arts and mastered them for self-defense against harmful men like him. Rendering Edric useless was an easy task. She had almost done that months ago, when he was still playing with his old dog. Come to think of it, where was that old dog of his again? Violet’s blue eyes were focused as she shifted into a defensive stance, her lithe frame ready for action. On the other hand, Edric appeared remarkably nonchalant, sitting at a table with a book and a wide grin on his face as if he knew something Violet didn’t. The first move came from the infamous actress. Her movements were swift and precise, as she had aimed a roundhouse kick at Edric’s head. The red dress with high open slit at her tight created a beautiful motion picture, if one were to enjoy it. Sadly, the circumstance was not fit for such approval. However, just as Violet’s foot was about to connect with Edric’s head, a stack of books toppled over, and he stumble
"Pick it up," Edric haughtily repeated. Violet couldn't believe what she had done - even if he did deserve it. Her reputation was already in the mud lately, so it wasn’t her concern. She just didn’t believe that she punched Edric because of Ryan, the fucking scum. To hell with people still watching her nude scenes. She had made that choice in her younger days, so she didn’t want to regret it right now. However, to insult and humiliate Ryan for having such wife, crossed her line. Oh, how her world had turned upside down because of him. Not responding fast enough for his liking, as she stood frozen in place, he roughly grabbed her arm and nearly pushed her towards the floor before Ryan had cut in between them. "Don't you ever touch her again," Ryan furiously spat. "You'll fucking regret it." Before Edric could retort, the Head Butler of the Ashford family, Jorge, wedged between them, gently pushing them back by the shou
Right after breakfast, Thomas knocked on the penthouse door and asked if they were ready. Once they were, they left with Thomas, who had been waiting in the living room. He had been instructed to chauffeur them around Seattle today to find appropriate attire for the company's black tie fundraiser tonight.Although they were being forced to attend, Ryan surprised himself by enjoying their time together shopping for the event. Maybe it was because he got to see Violet try on dresses, or maybe it was just nice to do something normal. Before they return to the penthouse, Violet wants him to buy her a car. She would never ask him for such a thing, because even with all the wealth he had acquired, Violet could afford a car herself. Besides, she was too proud to ask for one. So, when she did ask him, Ryan easily agreed, and they bought one. Too bad, Violet didn’t let him see what the car she bought either, saying it was a surprise for him. Once they returned back to his penthouse after t
Street lamps flickered on one by one as Thomas drove him about an hour south from the Ashford Gorup's building headquarters to the city's international airport.As the car rolled to a stop, Thomas turned back from the driver's seat and said, "I'll go wait for Ms. Crowne and escort her here, Mr. Wilder."Already unbuckling his seat belt, Ryan lifted a hand up for him to remain in place. Opening the door, he said, "Not necessary. Just stay here and wait for us.""But-"Slamming the door shut, he reached into the inside of his suit jacket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. He felt like an idiot wearing them, but they had helped with shielding his eyes from any sudden camera flashes. He doubted it would somehow cover his identity, but it served as a kind of protection from meeting someone's eyes directly.Familiar with where to go, Ryan placed his hands in his pockets and walked towards the terminal she would be arriving from.Once he heard Vi