MasukEveryone thought Isabelle Monroe was just a washed-up actress clinging to a loveless marriage. Her husband cheated. Her own son called the other woman “Mommy.” Still, she smiled through it all, desperately trying to fix her perfect family. Until the day both her husband and son told her she was a nuisance and they didn’t want her anymore. Thrown out of her own home, humiliated and replaced, Isabelle walks away with nothing but her pride. But just when the world erased her name, he appeared. Riven Thorne, a powerful, enigmatic and far too familiar man offers her comfort, a contract, and a cold little girl who won’t speak to anyone but her. He gives Isabelle another chance. Not just at motherhood... but at revenge, fame, and love. Now she’s back on screen, headlines are begging for her name, and the same people who mocked her are clawing to be on her side. She tells herself it’s all pretend… The husband. The marriage. But then… Her new daughter clings to her hand. Her son cries and calls her “Mommy” again. And her fake husband starts feeling all too real. Isabelle starts to wonder— Is this fate’s way of rewriting her story?
Lihat lebih banyak"Who told you to do this?"The artist's face crumpled, her breathing shallow and quick."No one," she said desperately. "No one told me —""Don't lie to me," Director Joe said, his voice sharp enough to cut.The artist's eyes darted around the set as if looking for an escape.But there was none.Everyone was watching.Director Joe held the bottle up."This is evidence of sabotage. You deliberately used a different product on Miss Monroe. You knew it would cause a reaction.""I didn't —" the artist's voice cracked. "She lied.""Then explain," Director Joe demanded. "Explain why you had two bottles. Explain why you hid one. Explain why you used it on her and not on anyone else."The artist's mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.Rina stepped forward, her voice low and furious."You knew," she said. "You knew it would hurt her. And you did it anyway."The artist's gaze dropped. "I didn't mean —""Yes, you did," Rina cut her off. "You meant every second of it.""Enough."Everyon
"That's not true." Everyone turned. A woman stepped forward—one of the other makeup artists. The one who had filmed the Faye incident. Isabelle's eyes lit up slightly the moment she saw her. Once filming resumed, she had looked for the artist to offer her thanks but the director said she had taken a break. Who knew she would be the one to step out at this moment? Even the makeup artist felt that she and Isabelle must have some kind of fate. Or else, she wouldn't have stumbled upon such a scheme on her first day of resumption. Their eyes met briefly. The woman gave a small nod to Isabelle before turning her gaze back to her counterpart. Her expression was uncertain, but her voice was steady. "That's not everything." The accused artist's face went pale. "What are you talking about?" she said quickly. The woman didn't look at her. She looked at Director Joe. "I saw her," she said quietly. "This morning. She had two bottles of foundation. She kept one separate from the rest
Isabelle sat in the corner of the set, away from the main activity, a cold compress pressed gently against her cheek.Director Joe had insisted she rest here rather than return to the hotel immediately. He wanted the medic nearby in case the reaction worsened, and honestly, Isabelle didn't have the energy to argue.Rina sat beside her, arms crossed tightly, her usual bright energy replaced with a simmering frustration."This is ridiculous," Rina muttered under her breath. "Absolutely ridiculous."Isabelle didn't respond, her gaze distant.Her face still burned, though the swelling had gone down slightly thanks to the medication. But the discomfort wasn't what bothered her most.It was the nagging suspicion that wouldn't leave her alone.She already suspected the artist but that squabble the other day seemed too irrelevant for her to base her accusation on. Rina shifted beside her, glancing toward the makeup station where the artist was quietly packing up her supplies. Having heard Is
The set went still.Director Joe stood quickly, his brow furrowed as he walked toward them."Isabelle, what's wrong?"Isabelle sat up slowly, her hand instinctively moving to her face.It felt wrong.Her entire face was hot, tight and swollen. Vincent shifted back slightly, his expression shifting from Aldric's grief to genuine concern."Are you okay?" he asked quietly.Isabelle opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Rina appeared in front of her. She knelt beside her, her eyes wide with alarm."Your face—"Isabelle blinked, confused. "What?"Rina's hand hovered near her cheek, not quite touching. "It's... red. Really red. And it's swelling."Isabelle's lips tightened.She touched her cheek gently, and the moment her fingers made contact, she winced.It burned.Director Joe crouched down beside her, his expression tight. "Let me see."Isabelle lowered her hand, and the moment he saw her face, his jaw clenched.Her skin was blotchy, with angry red patches spreading across






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