MasukStarlight Entertainment.
Lilian was pacing furiously in her office, fists tightening around the paperwork in front of her. “Isabella auditioned and… got the role for the supporting female lead!”
“Supporting female lead?” Vivian raised an eyebrow, frowning. “Wasn’t she barely playing an irrelevant role in some small movie? How could she have the time or the skill to audition for the supporting female lead?”
“I thought it was strange too,” Lilian admitted, lowering her voice. “I asked around about yesterday’s audition for the lead female role. The judges were about to leave when they saw her by accident. They thought she was perfect for the supporting role and decided then and there. She literally swayed them without even trying to compete for the lead. Who knows who she charmed in the process…”
Lilian didn’t dare say more. Isabella’s presence was unique, magnetic, almost dangerous in its subtlety. It wouldn’t surprise her at all if one of the judges had been quietly impressed, enchanted even.
Lilian’s lips curved into a faint, amused smile. She had initially been planning to groom Isabella carefully after signing her. But a scheming person like Vivian, who could bend the judges’ perceptions, disrupted all of her plans.
On one side, a rookie with no backing; on the other, a popular artist with a prestigious family — in an industry like theirs, it was not just looks or talent that mattered. Connections could tip the scales any day.
Vivian’s expression darkened. “Although it’s not the lead, this movie is massive.” Her tone made it clear: she did not want Isabella to succeed.
Lilian hesitated. “I’m worried. The company has invested heavily in this project. The boss would be pleased if both the lead and supporting roles came from our roster. If there had been a more suitable actress, we could have replaced Isabella. But no one passed the audition before… now we have no excuse.”
Vivian leaned back in her chair, tapping her manicured nails lightly. Then she laughed softly, the sound carrying an icy edge. “Forget it. Since she’s so eager to play the fox spirit… let her. A seductress who brought down a nation—this role suits her perfectly.”
Meanwhile, Isabella’s phone buzzed with Lilian’s call. Her heart leapt as she heard the words: the supporting female lead role for Land Under Heaven had been decided. She needed to prepare.
Land Under Heaven was a sweeping story of power, betrayal, and seduction. The female lead was righteous, guiding the male protagonist to ascend to power. The supporting female lead, however, used every vile method imaginable to undermine her, making enemies and committing acts that would be condemned by society. In the end, she was forced to leap from a cliff, a dramatic end that cemented the female lead’s triumph.
Isabella felt a thrill run through her. This was a challenging, fiery role — one that could showcase everything she had been training for.
There was still another task waiting for her that day. She had a brief role in another filming scene: a five-minute segment where she played a mistress who had stolen a man’s affections. The scene required her to be physically overwhelmed by a crowd of extras, beaten repeatedly in dramatic choreography. Though it lasted five minutes on screen, the filming stretched over two grueling hours. The extras were inexperienced, and she had to react to mismatched actions and expressions, taking blows over and over.
Exhausted, Isabella returned home. She casually switched on the TV and sank into the sofa, letting herself breathe for the first time in days.
After a while, a strange feeling crept over her — she had forgotten something.
The TV news caught her attention. A familiar silhouette appeared, one that made her breath catch. That sharp, powerful jawline… broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, and a presence that seemed to dominate the screen. It could only be the little bun’s father.
He stood at a contract signing ceremony, shaking hands with foreign executives, exuding a calm yet commanding presence. The host excitedly announced that the Sterling Corporation had successfully signed a collaboration with an Italian luxury brand and was entering the European market. Their stock value was expected to double.
Isabella stared, stunned. The man she had so casually allowed into her home was none other than Alexander Sterling, CEO of one of America’s leading corporations — one of the largest companies worldwide.
She gasped, muttering under her breath, “What the heck… and I acted so casually around him?”
Platinum Palace.
The Sterling parents had returned from overseas. The family of five gathered for a reunion dinner.
The discussion centered on a major contract that had been in the works for three years. Mr. Sterling praised Alexander highly for his diligence, even giving Julian a quiet nod of approval.
But the conversation soon shifted.
“Alex,” Mr. Sterling said, his voice firm yet gentle, “work is important, but your grandson is more important. You’ve finished this busy period — spend more time with Saviee.”
Mrs. Sterling added, “Find someone to help you take care of Saviee if necessary. He’s growing up fast. You should also consider him as part of your personal life.”
Mr. Sterling nodded. “Your mother is right.”
Julian tossed a subtle glance at his brother, a silent warning: Here we go again.
Alexander continued eating silently, his expression unreadable. Saviee clutched his phone tightly, utterly focused, while Alexander’s stoic calm masked the calculating mind beneath.
Back in her apartment, Isabella leaned back against the sofa, replaying the day in her mind. She had survived the physically grueling filming. She had claimed the supporting female lead, a role that would push her limits and test her skills. And now, she knew the man who had appeared in her home was not just powerful… he was untouchable.
Her fingers drummed nervously on the armrest. He could make or break people in an instant… and I let him into my home.
A quiet determination settled in her chest. I can’t let fear dictate my path. I have work to do, lines to learn, stunts to perfect. Vanessa and Lilian won’t make it easy.
She had already seen through Vanessa’s scheming.This wasn’t help at all.Vanessa was trying to push her higher… only so she could fall harder.She would praise Isabella to the heavens and raise everyone’s expectations before filming even began. Then, the moment Isabella made the slightest mistake, the disappointment would be magnified a hundred times.Too bad.Isabella had no intention of letting her plans succeed.She had been sharpening her blade for five whole years.And she had more than enough confidence to meet everyone’s expectations.When the media interview segment finally ended, Isabella was preparing to take a short break when Lilian suddenly grabbed her arm.“Isabella! Where did all of this come from?” Lilian demanded sharply.Her gaze swept over Bella’s outfit from head to toe.“Don’t think the company will pay for this! As a supporting female lead, don’t you understand the rules? Who allowed you to steal the spotlight?”Isabella twirled one of her natural curls lazily a
The opening ceremony for Land Under Heaven was a dazzling spectacle.Flashes from countless cameras danced across the red carpet, illuminating the assembled cast and crew. Media personnel jostled for positions, their microphones and recorders capturing every word and movement. Outside, a sea of fans pressed against the barricades, hoping to catch a glimpse of their idols, their excited cheers echoing faintly inside the grand hall.The spotlight naturally fell on the film’s leading pair. Vanessa Hartley, the reigning star of Starlight Entertainment, looked flawless in a cream satin gown, her smile polished and practiced. At her side, Theo Marston’s chiseled features and effortless charm seemed to command every camera. The pairing of a famous actor and a celebrated starlet drew instant attention.“Vanessa, this is your second time acting alongside Theo on screen. Tell us, could you ever give your heart to a man like him in real life?” a reporter called, leaning forward.Vanessa laughed
The morning sunlight spilled lazily across the narrow street outside Isabella’s apartment, washing the cracked pavements in a pale golden glow.It was one of those rare peaceful mornings.No filming.No insults.Just quiet.Isabella stretched her stiff shoulders as she stepped out of her building, locking the door behind her. After the brutal filming from yesterday, her entire body ached as if she had truly been beaten by an angry mob.“Coffee,” she muttered to herself. “I deserve good coffee.”There was a small local café at the corner of the street, an unimpressive little shop squeezed between a laundromat and a convenience store. The signboard was slightly faded, and the plastic chairs outside didn’t exactly scream luxury.But the coffee?Heavenly.The rich aroma hit her the moment she pushed open the glass door.And then she froze.Her eyes landed on a familiar figure seated by the window.Broad shoulders.Long legs.An aura that did not belong in this neighborhood.Alexander Ster
Starlight Entertainment.Lilian was pacing furiously in her office, fists tightening around the paperwork in front of her. “Isabella auditioned and… got the role for the supporting female lead!”“Supporting female lead?” Vivian raised an eyebrow, frowning. “Wasn’t she barely playing an irrelevant role in some small movie? How could she have the time or the skill to audition for the supporting female lead?”“I thought it was strange too,” Lilian admitted, lowering her voice. “I asked around about yesterday’s audition for the lead female role. The judges were about to leave when they saw her by accident. They thought she was perfect for the supporting role and decided then and there. She literally swayed them without even trying to compete for the lead. Who knows who she charmed in the process…”Lilian didn’t dare say more. Isabella’s presence was unique, magnetic, almost dangerous in its subtlety. It wouldn’t surprise her at all if one of the judges had been quietly impressed, enchante
At night, in Platinum Palace’s villa No. 8, the huge living room was icy cold. The father and child sat across from each other at the dining table, matching in their icy expressions.Alexander: “Eat your food.”Little bun ignored him and pulled out his writing board. “The lady from that night… is she okay? I want to see her.”Julian, looking disheveled, sighed. “Saviee, I already told you she’s fine. She’s doing okay.”“Then I want to see her!” the little bun wrote relentlessly.Alexander massaged his temples, stressed. “Julian, get me her address.”“What? Why?” Julian asked, confused.Alexander’s glare was enough to make Julian wish he could disappear. But he immediately sent Isabella’s exact address to his brother’s phone.The moment Saviee saw his father putting on his jacket and picking up his car keys, he followed every step like a shadow.Alexander bent down and picked up his son with a single glance at the little bun standing by his feet. “There won’t be a next time.”The first
Rush hour had turned the streets into a crawl. Isabella’s heels clicked frantically against the pavement as she weaved through the crowd, heart pounding. By the time she reached the studio, she was late.Outside, Vanessa and Lilian stepped out of the building, grinning like they had already won the world. A small group of assistants and onlookers clustered around them, offering congratulations and selfies.From afar, Vanessa’s gaze swept over Isabella like she was a distant memory from some inconvenient past. The same piercing look from years ago — the one that made Isabella feel like an ant being stared down by a goddess — returned in full force.Vanessa’s expensive heels left faint dust trails as she climbed into her waiting minivan, arrogance practically radiating off her. Isabella exhaled sharply and pushed herself forward. It wasn’t too late yet.Inside the building, Isabella nearly collided with a small group of people walking briskly and chatting — the panel of judges for the L







