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Chapter 162 - Damage Control
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Breaking The Spotlight Chapter 163 - Allies In The Shadows
The penthouse was quiet, deceptively so. Outside, the city pulsed with its usual chaos, unaware that a war was quietly taking shape above the skyline. Adrian stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, his silhouette rigid, the faint glow of screens behind him casting shadows across his sharp features. Luna sat on the couch, legs curled beneath her, headphones over her ears, humming softly to herself as she sketched out melodies for what she called her “Survivor’s Lullaby.” Every note she pressed was a defiance, a reminder that the night’s terror hadn’t stolen her voice.Adrian’s phone buzzed against the marble countertop. He glanced down, saw the message from Elias, and stiffened. He didn’t need to read it aloud; the terse text spoke volumes: They’re organized. More than we expected. Some of his connections are tied to shell companies, offshore accounts, and media manipulators. One slip and it becomes public.Adrian exhaled slowly, a sound that carried both calculation and threat. “We’re
Breaking The Spotlight Chapter 162 - Damage Control
Morning arrived like an alarm clock, brash, unavoidable, and loud enough to bruise. For an hour the penthouse existed as a theater of screens: scrolling headlines, morning shows replaying the dashcam footage, social feeds piling on takes and punditry. The world wanted a narrative, and the world was ravenous.Adrian watched it all with the cold attention of a man assessing a floor plan for an assault. He didn't flinch at the noise; he catalogued it. Which outlets leaned sensational, which broadcasters smelled blood and circled, which columnists were already angling for the kind of scoops that paid for retreats. He’d expected the backlash, he’d built contingency into contingency, but expectation did not dull the ache at the sight of her name smeared across a dozen banners. Luna sprawled on the couch in his hoodie, eyes red, fingers curled into the fabric as if it were a lifeline. For once, the warrior looked like she needed a shield.“Turn it off,” she said without looking up, voice dry
Breaking The Spotlight Chapter 161 - Blood In The Water
The headlines hadn’t even cooled before the whispers began.Attempted attack on Luna Reyes?Brakes cut or coincidence?Sources close to the singer claim the star is “lucky to be alive.”Every outlet had a theory, every feed a headline, and none of them came close to the truth of that night, the screech of tires, the flash of metal, the split-second where Luna thought her life had run out of road.By morning, the police had arrived at the penthouse suite, a top-floor fortress of glass and steel, where a keycard and biometric access kept the world outside, and privacy was a controlled commodity.Luna stood barefoot by the floor-to-ceiling windows, wrapped in one of Adrian’s black shirts, watching the sun rise over the city like it had no idea how close she’d come to not seeing it.Behind her, voices murmured, the clipped tone of officers taking statements, the scrape of pen against paper, the quiet questions that made her throat close.Adrian didn’t let go of her hand. Not once. He answ
Breaking The Spotlight Chapter 160 - The War Turns Deadly
They called it a gala, but the room felt like the kind of battlefield that preferred silk to armor. Crystal chandeliers spilled light like a constellation fallen into a hotel ballroom; photographers orbited the entrance with practiced hunger; waiters in tuxedos floated by with trays of tiny, gleaming canapés. It smelled of citrus and danger and old money pretending new money was merely fashionably late.Adrian and Luna arrived together, deliberate and practiced in their public ease. He in a black suit that cut him lik a vow; she in a gown that allowed her to be seen and not consumed, soft fabric that moved like a mood, not a weapon. Cameras found them at once, the flashes punctuating the crowd like heartbeat stabs, but tonight the noise felt different: not the brazen vultures of tabloid hour, but a current of something new, she’d finally spoken, the air shifted.They crossed the room and found a table close to the stage where the gala’s benefit performers would appear. On the way, a w
Breaking The Spotlight Chapter 159 - The Trap Is Set
Adrian planned everything like a general marshaling troops before battle. He liked to control the variables: lighting, timing, the people who would be present, who would ask questions and who would be denied the stage. Tonight, the variable was Luna, and he intended to hand her the weapon she’d been born to wield, her voice in a place where it could not be ignored.The studio was a modern cathedral of glass and softened steel, cameras darkened like sleeping beasts until the moment the red light would blink on and the world would lean in. Only a small group of producers and a skeleton crew knew the details; Adrian had insisted on an exclusive, one live hour on a network morning show with eyes across the globe. No panel, no pundit moderators, no staged “debate” baiting her into soundbites that could be weaponized. He’d demanded a host who could hold space and ask questions that weren’t traps. They’d found one willing to be honest. They’d booked the slot. They’d cleared the stage.Luna a
Breaking The Spotlight Chapter 158 - Breaking Point
They said the first cut never hurt, that the second, third, and fourth did the real damage. Luna had learned otherwise. The first cut had split her open and the rest had been attempts to finish what had started.She woke to the sound of her phone buzzing like a persistent insect on the nightstand. For a moment she thought it was a dream, the press, the leaks, the note, and then inertia gave way to dread. She reached across the tangle of sheets and thumbed the screen awake.Her manager. A dozen unread texts. A voicemail flagged urgent. She listened to one, then another: studio calls, radio bookings, producers asking for statements, and then a text that made the blood in her veins go cold: Therapy notes leaked. Full transcript circulating. Call me now.The apartment blurred. The city below moved on in its indifferent, glittering orbit while a small, private panic rose in her chest. Therapy notes. Private things. Things she had said to someone in a room she trusted to help her hold the b
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