Semua Bab My Darling Superstar: Bab 141 - Bab 150

"Charles!" Nancy yelled, stepping in front of him, her voice sharp. "Stop this. Don’t make a scene! You promised me!"But Charles didn’t listen. He shook her off like she wasn’t even there and stormed toward Justin, eyes blazing like fire.He reached Emily and yanked her away from Justin’s arms, fast and rough."Charles, stop!" Emily cried out, grabbing his arm. "Stop this nonsense!"But it was too late.Charles stepped in front of Justin and punched him straight in the jaw.A loud crack echoed through the deck.Gasps exploded around them. Someone screamed. Crystal glasses clinked to the floor.Guards in black rushed out of nowhere, forming a wall between the fight and the stunned guests. People were being ushered away before anyone could take photos or videos, but eyes were wide, and the air was frozen.Justin stumbled, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.He spat to the side, wiped his lip, and gave Charles a crooked, bloody smile."I guess I had that coming," he growled as

The next morning, everyone was prepared for departure.The sun had barely risen when they gathered for breakfast on the main deck. The sea was calm, the sky cloudless, but the air around the table was heavy. Suffocating.Four plates. Four people. Four silences.Justin, ever gentle, took the initiative. He served Emily first, carefully placing soft scrambled eggs, grilled tomatoes, and toast on her plate. His gesture was quiet, but filled with subtle affection.Emily looked up at him, her eyes tired, voice faint. "Thank you."He nodded and winked without a word and sat beside her.Across the table, Nancy was pouring tea for Charles. Her fingers moved with practiced grace, elegant and controlled, just like the smile she wore. She passed him the delicate porcelain cup with care, her touch light, as if the night before hadn’t happened, as if everything was untouched or unbroken.Charles took it without missing a beat. His eyes flicked up, the corners of his lips curving in a way that was

Emily’s wrists ached beneath the zip ties as the blindfold bit into her skin, the rough fabric smelling faintly of dust and leather. Every bump of the car sent a jolt through her body. She kept her breathing steady, forcing herself to memorize the turns, the stops, the slight tilts that told her they were climbing or descending.But the men…They were statues.No shifting, no muttering. Even their breathing seemed swallowed by the darkness. She could almost hear her own heartbeat louder than anything else.“Where are you going to take me?” Her voice was sharp, deliberate…an attempt to sound unafraid.No answer.Her hand tightened around her sling bag, knuckles whitening. Inside…her IDs, the cash, everything Justin had risked himself to give her. It was all she had left between captivity and a chance at freedom.She wasn’t going to give it up.The car slowed. Tires crunched against gravel. Then, without warning, the door yanked open. Cold air hit her face.“Out,” a voice ordered.A han

At the university, Emily reached the glass doors of the main building, her reflection staring back at her… a perfect bride-to-be in the eyes of the world. But she knew what she was really looking at.A prisoner.Her hand hovered on the door handle, but her gaze shifted, seemingly casual, to the far corner of the courtyard.There.A man in a dark jacket stood half in the shadow of a column, his posture deceptively relaxed. He was pretending to check his phone, but he hadn’t typed a single thing in the last five minutes. His head turned only when she moved… and always just enough to track her.She had already identified three more.One at the vending machines.One leaning against a lamppost.One walking slowly along the garden path, never looking directly at her, but matching her pace whenever she changed direction.Her pulse stayed steady… she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of knowing she noticed.Instead, she smiled at a passing friend, exchanged a quick greeting, and entered the

"Fatal Car Crash on Oakridge Bridge — Victim Identified as Justin Chase."The breath in her chest stopped, not just caught, but stopped. Her eyes skimmed the short paragraph beneath the headline as if maybe, if she read fast enough, the words would rearrange into something else.The accident occurred late this evening when a black sedan lost control… The driver was pronounced dead at the scene… Her hand began to shake.The phone slipped from her fingers and landed on the comforter with a dull thud.She just sat there, her body rigid, her mind a blank sheet that refused to hold the shape of what she’d just read.“Justin….”Her chest ached, and before she could stop it, the first sob broke free. She pressed both hands to her mouth to stifle the sound, but it didn’t matter. Her whole body shook as the tears came harder, spilling hot down her cheeks and soaking her pillow.She had pushed him away to save him.And now he was dead? No… It can’t be.Her last words to him… lies, all of them…