LOGINThe girl, still shy, just pointed to the bottles.
“The Little Master said for you to read the notes.”
Helena peeled one of the small sticky notes off the cold glass and opened it. There was only one word written in English, in childish, shaky handwriting: “Fighting,” accompanied by a crooked heart drawn at the end.
For a moment, time stood still. The noise of the set, the heat, the judgmental glances... everything disappeared.
She could almost picture the scene: Mateo, his forehead furrowed in absolute concentration, holding the pen tightly, drawing that heart for her.
“So it's Mateo...” Helena's gaze softened. All the storm of anger and humiliation that swirled inside her dissipated instantly, replaced by a gentle warmth in her chest.
At first, she was terrified of exposing herself. As a newcomer, she feared attracting gossip, feared being the target of envy, feared that every misstep would be used against her. The spotlight felt more like
It was a legendary and dangerous technique that only elite actors could master. It consisted of using one's own aura, gaze, and rhythm to mentally crush one's scene partner. The dominant actor would “suck” all the air out of the room, making the other feel small, watched, and panicked, leading to abnormal mistakes and mental blocks.Helena wasn't just acting well; she was waging a silent psychological war. She destroyed Sabrina's mind without saying a word outside the script.“I can't use my ‘tricks’ just like that, out of the blue!” Helena rolled her eyes. “This technique consumes a lot of energy and affects the progress of filming.”I needed the perfect situation. Today's scene, with the direct confrontation, was the ideal stage to subdue Sabrina. She asked for it.Josh shuddered slightly, remembering old and unhappy memories.“So... I should feel very honored, right?” He curved his lips
Half an hour later.The set was almost empty. Helena had removed her “sick” makeup and was getting ready to leave, exhausted but victorious.The dressing room door opened silently.Camila entered. The mask of the good girl had fallen, revealing her usual cold and calculating face. She crossed her arms over her chest, blocking the exit.“Helena...” Camila began, her voice dripping with disdain. “I really underestimated you. I didn't imagine you would be so cunning as to turn the tables like this.”Helena stopped packing her bag. A slight, ironic smile curved her lips. Her eyes drifted down to Camila's arm, where a bloody scratch—courtesy of Sabrina's outburst—was still visible."Oh, really? I'm the cunning one?Helena took a step forward, blinking with exaggerated innocence.“Funny... Wasn't it you who had that keen and strategic vision, choosing an ally as ‘talented&rs
Cauan Santos finally lost his patience. He rose from his director's chair, his face red with rage.“Sabrina Collet, what the hell is going on?!” he thundered, his voice making the assistants tremble. “It's three lines! Three damn lines! Can't you remember a simple sentence? Did you even bother to read the script before coming here, or were you too busy picking out bracelets?!”The silence on set was deadly.Cauan couldn't be blamed for exploding. Helena was delivering a golden performance, stirring everyone's emotions, creating the perfect atmosphere... only to be brutally interrupted by Sabrina's stupid incompetence. It was like watching someone scratch a Da Vinci painting.The crew around them exchanged meaningful glances. Their contempt for Sabrina was palpable.They looked at Helena—professional, talented, patient, even with her injured arm—and then at Sabrina—spoiled, aggressive, and incompetent.
It was the first time in her life that Sabrina had been unjustly accused (in Helena's case) and justly judged (in the assistant's case) at the same time. Her face turned purple, her breathing became labored, and she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.She raised her hand again, ready to lunge at Helena and end the charade with real violence.But before she could take a step, a firm, cold hand grabbed her wrist in midair.“Sabrina. Stop. Now.”A soft but authoritative voice cut through the tension.It was Camila.She had just arrived on set, running, her designer bag still slung over her shoulder. She had no scenes that day, but she had come to savor Helena's humiliation. She had no idea she would find the opposite scenario: her ally about to commit professional suicide.Idiot! Camila thought. It was a golden opportunity, and she ruined it all with her spoiled child temper!Camila assessed the
“Director Cauan!” Sabrina, who had never shown any interest in discussing art before, raised her hand enthusiastically. “I've been thinking... for this scene, I think the result would be much more visceral and realistic if I actually slapped her. What do you think? For the sake of art, you know?”Cauan Santos frowned. He was familiar with that kind of “artistic suggestion.” He knew exactly what she was up to.“Sabrina, the important thing here is technique,” he said seriously. “We'll use camera angles and sound in post-production. There's no need for real violence. At most, just touch her face lightly to mark the position. Understood?”“Understood! Of course, Director!” Sabrina agreed verbally, with an obedient girl's smile.But inside, she scoffed at the order.Touch lightly? Not a chance.She had no intention of obeying. She decided right then and there: she w
Helena was pressed against the wall, but not violently. Trembling hands held her shoulders.She looked up and saw a familiar face, contorted with concern. Even his golden hair seemed to have lost its shine.“Helena...” Josh Angelito's voice was a hoarse, desperate whisper. His eyes were fixed on the makeshift bandage on her arm. “Your arm... Are you okay? It was me... this is my fault, isn't it?”“It's a minor injury, Josh.” Helena spoke softly, trying to push his hand away. “It's been treated. It's nothing.”“Nothing?!” He looked like he was about to cry with rage. “They took your blood because of me! I'm going out there right now and...”“You're not doing anything!” Helena cut him off, holding his wrist with her good hand. “If you show up now, you'll only confirm the lies.”Josh stared at her, guilt and something deeper burning in his eyes.Josh's face was contorted with pure frustration, his cheeks flushed with contained rage.“Can you believe I already had the text ready? I was go







