MasukHalf 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
“What are you trying to say?”“Don't blame me for meddling in your private life!” Helena raised her hands defensively, then gave him a sincere and sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “I just think... well... maybe you need a woman. Urgently.”She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper:“In certain physiological matters... restraining yourself too much isn't good for your mental health, you know? It builds up pressure! And then you end up... doing strange things in your sleep.”At first glance, Henrique seemed like a stoic monk, immune to carnal charms. But judging by his intense, vampire-like performance last night, he was clearly climbing the walls with repressed sexual frustration.Henrique's face became a black mask of silent rage.He understood exactly what she was implying. She thought he attacked her because he was “horny,” not because he specifically desired her.S







