เข้าสู่ระบบ"Alex’s POV:
Half an hour later, Scarlett emerged from her home—makeup flawless, sunglasses on, her expression impassive.
Behind her, a man wore dark casual jeans and a black short-sleeved shirt. His black baseball cap was pulled low, concealing his handsome face beneath a mask and sunglasses… making his true identity impossible to discern.
I opened the back door of the Mercedes, eyeing Scarlett as I pointed at the man behind her.
“So you are scared after all! You even called a bodyguard at the last minute!”
Scarlett paused, then turned to the man behind her.
Nodding with satisfaction, she said, “Even Alex didn’t recognize you. Good—now I can relax.”
“What?” I looked between her and the man, confused.
The man lifted his hand, pulling off his mask and sunglasses, revealing his deep-set, striking features.
“Mr. Everett?!”
Scarlett patted
"Scarlett’s POV:Inside the conference room, seated at the head of the long table, was the investor—David Miller. A middle-aged man in his fifties, with a large belly, a receding hairline, and a flat nose bridged by a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.I couldn’t bear to look at him for even a second and immediately averted my gaze.For the first time, I realized someone could wear gold-rimmed glasses in such an offensive way.The show’s executive director sat next to David, flanked by a young female director.The female director looked at me, her eyes carrying a hint of concern and sympathy.I nodded briefly to the director before turning toward the young woman with a small smile. “Hello, Maya.”The director, Maya, was actually only thirty years old. She was approachable and had been supportive of me since the show began… in fact, she was a fan of my work.“Miss Shadow, please take a
"Alex’s POV:Half an hour later, Scarlett emerged from her home—makeup flawless, sunglasses on, her expression impassive.Behind her, a man wore dark casual jeans and a black short-sleeved shirt. His black baseball cap was pulled low, concealing his handsome face beneath a mask and sunglasses… making his true identity impossible to discern.I opened the back door of the Mercedes, eyeing Scarlett as I pointed at the man behind her.“So you are scared after all! You even called a bodyguard at the last minute!”Scarlett paused, then turned to the man behind her.Nodding with satisfaction, she said, “Even Alex didn’t recognize you. Good—now I can relax.”“What?” I looked between her and the man, confused.The man lifted his hand, pulling off his mask and sunglasses, revealing his deep-set, striking features.“Mr. Everett?!”Scarlett patted
"Author’s POV:Sophia’s statement only made things worse. The moment it was released, it ignited a firestorm of outrage across the Internet.Everyone felt Sophia was the underdog, powerless against the show’s decisions—decisions ultimately dictated by the investors behind the scenes.With that, the rumors about Scarlett’s alleged backroom dealings seemed all but confirmed.Amid the torrent of abuse, Scarlett remained silent, offering no response whatsoever.This only fueled netizens’ belief that her silence was proof of guilt.The final episode of King/Queen of Scripts required the champion to create an original script.As the champion, Scarlett Wood would collaborate with Wesley and renowned director Liam Wright to co-create a New Year blockbuster film.The final recording spanned an entire week.During this time, Scarlett, Wesley, and Liam would discuss the script under constant came
"Scarlett’s POV:Everett chuckled softly, then suddenly leaned down and bit my earlobe.I hadn’t expected him to do that out of nowhere. Startled, my ears and cheeks flushed bright red.“What are you doing?” I instinctively looked around, feeling ridiculously guilty.Thank goodness no one saw!Everett’s thin lips brushed against my ear as he murmured in a low voice, “Are you jealous of your daughter?”“Of course not!”“Scarlett, you have no reason to be jealous. To me, you will always be number one. I love our daughter because she is the child you bore me… it’s love by association.”As he spoke, his warm breath tickled my ear, making my face burn even hotter and my heart race.“I—I’m tired. I’m going upstairs to sleep!” I pushed him away and hurried upstairs.*****Author’s POV:The mome
"Everett’s POV:The minor interruption didn’t trouble Scarlett at all. In that moment, her heart and eyes were filled entirely with our daughter.Though she wasn’t breastfed, Angel recognized Scarlett’s voice and scent. No matter how much she adored me—her father—a child’s dependence on her mother always came first. Held in Scarlett’s arms now, she was visibly excited, her tiny mouth puckering as she cooed and gurgled, as if trying to talk to her.“Why do I feel like she understands me?” she murmured softly, gently patting our daughter’s soft cheek. “Her eyes are full of wonder… my Angel is truly amazing.”I watched the mother-daughter interaction from the side, feeling my heart fill completely.Glancing at the bird’s nest soup on the table, I said quietly, “She’s very smart. She must take after you.”Hearing this, she shot me a playf
"Lily’s POV:Meanwhile, downstairs was bustling with activity.Angel had heard her mother’s voice earlier and waited in vain for her to come pick her up. Unwilling to accept being ignored, she began to cry.The little girl cried with a sense of injustice, her soft, babyish voice making “wah-wah” sounds. Her crying was sweet, but the tears rolling down her cheeks were rather large.This was genuine crying.My heart ached. I rocked Angel back and forth in the living room, but no matter how hard I tried to comfort her, the crying wouldn’t stop.Everett couldn’t bear to see his daughter cry like that. He quickly washed his hands in the bathroom and came over to take Angel from me.The moment Angel was in her father’s arms, she stopped crying immediately.“Oh my, Daddy’s arms are the best, huh?” I smiled, watching Angel stop crying the instant she nestled into her father&rs






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