Semua Bab My Darling Superstar: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Emily stepped out of the university gates, her bag slung over one shoulder, her steps slow and heavy. The sun was beginning to dip behind the buildings, casting long shadows across the pavement.A sleek black car pulled up beside her, its windows tinted, its engine purring.The back seat window rolled down.“Emily! Get in!” Nancy’s voice rang out, cheerful and commanding.Emily blinked. Nancy was no longer in a gown but dressed in a crisp white blazer over a silk blouse, her hair pinned back in a chic twist. She looked like she had stepped out of a fashion editorial.Before Emily could protest, the driver had already stepped out and opened the door for her.She hesitated at first but slid in.Charles.He was seated at the back of the car with Nancy, dressed in a dark button-down, sleeves rolled up, his watch catching the light. His gaze met hers—deep, unreadable—but he said nothing.Neither did she.She quickly looked away and sat down, folding her hands in her lap as the door shut an

The elevator was still.The red emergency light had flickered once more… and then gone out completely.Now, there was only darkness.And the sound of breathing.Nancy’s was quick, shallow, and panicked.Charles’s was steady, controlled.Emily’s was quiet…too quiet…as she tried to hold her breath and release it slowly, as if that could steady the storm inside her chest.Nancy’s voice broke the silence, sharp and rising. “We have to do something. We can’t just stand here!Charles quickly pressed the intercom.A soft click echoed in the dark as he pressed the intercom button. “This is Charles Adam. We’re stuck in elevator C-7. Three passengers. No lights. No movement. Send someone now.”A crackle of static, then a voice replied. “Copy that, Mr. Adam. We’re aware of the malfunction. The emergency team is en route. Please remain calm.”The intercom clicked off.Then…A sudden jolt.The elevator groaned and lurched violently downward, just a few inches but enough to send Nancy stumbling wit

Her post had gone live minutes ago—🖤Goodbye—and she hadn’t looked back. She didn’t need to. It wasn’t for anyone else. It was for her.But when her phone buzzed, her breath caught.Her eyes flicked toward it.Her heart betrayed her.For a second… just one… she hoped.Maybe it was him.Maybe Charles had seen it. Maybe he had felt something. Maybe he had reacted, messaged, or said anything at all.She reached for the phone with trembling fingers.The screen lit up.It wasn’t Charles.It was Stanley.A comment on her post.Emily, are you okay? How about a coffee date tomorrow to cheer you up? With emojis, smile, and coffee.She stared at it for a moment, her chest hollow.Then she tapped the heart icon beside the comment.Not because she was saying yes.But because she was saying thank you.Stanley was kind. He had always been kind. And maybe she did need to go out. Maybe she needed to breathe different air, hear someone else’s laugh, see a different smile … even if it wasn’t the kind o

Charles stepped forward, his expression unreadable. He raised an index finger and gestured to the waiter who had been tripped earlier.“Come here,” he said.The waiter approached, still holding a tray of fresh cocktails. Behind him, two men in black suits… security…stepped forward and gripped Grisle’s shoulders, holding her in place on her knees.“What are you doing?!” Grisle shrieked, struggling. “Let me go!”Charles looked at the waiter and gave a single nod.The waiter tilted the tray.One glass was poured over her head.Then another.And another.Grisle screamed, shivering as the cold liquid soaked her hair, her designer dress, her makeup, her pride.“Stop it!” she cried. “This is insane!”But the waiter didn’t stop.Ten glasses.One by one.Until she was drenched, humiliated, and silent.Charles stepped forward, his voice calm. “That’s what shame feels like.”Then he turned away. “Scram!”Grisle scrambled to her feet, trembling, and ran from the room…her heels slipping, her sobs

The group spilled out of the club, laughter fading into the cool air. The valet pulled up with sleek cars one by one, engines humming softly beneath the quiet.Emily stepped out last, her heels clicking unevenly on the pavement. She was tipsy… just enough to feel light, her steps weaving slightly in a zigzag, but her chin was still high, her pride intact.Nancy, on the other hand, was completely gone.She clung to Charles, her head resting heavily on his shoulder, her words slurred and sleepy. “You’re… still my favorite person,” she mumbled, barely coherent.Charles didn’t respond. He simply opened the car door and gently helped her inside, adjusting her seatbelt with quiet care. She slumped against the window, already half-asleep.Emily stood a few feet away, arms crossed, her eyes on the ground.Justin approached her, his voice warm. “Hey. You okay to get home?”She looked up, blinking slowly. “Yeah. I think so. I’ll call a ride.”Justin shook his head. “Don’t be silly. Let me take