Mag-log in"Everett’s POV:
I looked at her, wanting to advise her not to be soft-hearted, but ultimately kept my words to myself.
Perhaps I didn’t fully approve of Scarlett’s soft-heartedness, but I understood that every creator felt a certain kinship toward their peers.
Whatever Scarlett decided, I was willing to support her.
For everything else, I would keep a close eye on it.
The elevator reached the basement level. When the doors opened, the media reporters were already gone. Alex’s car was parked right next to the elevator.
He sat inside, window lowered, smoking.
Spotting Scarlett and me, he immediately stubbed out the cigarette, pushed open the door, and stepped out.
“So? Did you settle it?” he asked impatiently.
Scarlett and I walked over.
I opened the rear door for her. “Get in first. We’ll talk later.”
Those media reporters were relentless.
Scarlett
"Everett’s POV:I looked at her, wanting to advise her not to be soft-hearted, but ultimately kept my words to myself.Perhaps I didn’t fully approve of Scarlett’s soft-heartedness, but I understood that every creator felt a certain kinship toward their peers.Whatever Scarlett decided, I was willing to support her.For everything else, I would keep a close eye on it.The elevator reached the basement level. When the doors opened, the media reporters were already gone. Alex’s car was parked right next to the elevator.He sat inside, window lowered, smoking.Spotting Scarlett and me, he immediately stubbed out the cigarette, pushed open the door, and stepped out.“So? Did you settle it?” he asked impatiently.Scarlett and I walked over.I opened the rear door for her. “Get in first. We’ll talk later.”Those media reporters were relentless.Scarlett
"David’s POV:I frowned as I appraised Scarlett. Though I regarded her as prey, I couldn’t deny the formidable presence radiating from her.“Miss Scarlett, I’ve reviewed your background,” I said, cutting straight to the point. “You must understand… if you insist on keeping this championship, you are declaring war on me—David Miller.”“I earned this championship with my own skills. How exactly have I offended you, Mr. David?” Scarlett’s red lips curved into a smile—beautiful, yet icy.“When I signed the contract, no one mentioned the championship was predetermined. And I voluntarily offered to compete without any appearance fees… didn’t the executive director inform you of that?”I froze. “What did you say?”The director scratched his nose awkwardly, giving me a troubled look. “David… Scarlett is correct. She explic
"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







