All Chapters of My Darling Superstar: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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She Saw Everything

Emily whispered, “He knew.”Her eyes closed, and her chest tightened as that single word echoed inside her. One word, yet it reached somewhere fragile and hidden. She realized then how badly she had been longing to hear it. To be understood. To be seen. By someone like Charles.“Tha… thank you,” she said softly.She did not turn back.She could not. If she did, she knew her control would crumble, and whatever dignity she had left would slip through her fingers. So she kept walking, forcing herself forward until the lights changed and the air grew cooler.Only then did she realize she had gone the wrong way.She stepped out onto a terrace.The city stretched below in quiet brilliance, and near the railing stood the man she had been searching for all along.Justin.A cigarette rested between his fingers, untouched. He was dressed in a white suit and matching trousers, sharp and effortless, looking every bit like a man about to be engaged. Emily paused, watching him for a moment before a

Poised Elegance

Emily stood still in front of Nancy, her feet refusing to move even as her instincts screamed at her to leave.She did not want to explain anything. Not to Nancy. Not now. After what Nancy had done in her room with Greta, after her privacy had been invaded so casually, something between them had already broken. Emily felt distant, guarded. And yet, she knew she could not simply avoid her. Nancy was Charles’s fiancée. Like it or not, their paths would keep crossing.“It’s not what you think it is,” Emily said at last, though the words felt forced, hollow.“I know,” Nancy replied immediately.Her tone was calm, almost proud, but there was something sharp underneath it.Nancy stepped closer, her chin lifting slightly. “Listen carefully, Emily. Charles and I are inseparable.”Emily’s fingers curled slowly at her sides.“We were destined to be together from the very beginning,” Nancy continued, her eyes deep and assessing as they swept over Emily. “You heard his interview, didn’t you? I am

No Return

Rachel’s smile did not waver.If anything, it grew brighter.She released Justin’s arm and took a slow step toward Emily, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. The movement was elegant, deliberate, practiced. Every inch of her posture screamed control.“I’m sorry, Ms. Rachel, if I gave you the wrong impression,” Emily said, forcing herself to breathe evenly. “Honestly, I’m not here to stir trouble. I only came to support a friend.”Rachel lifted one manicured hand.A silent command.Stop.Emily’s words died on her lips.Rachel laughed lightly, though there was no warmth in it. Her voice carried now, clear enough for nearby guests to hear. “Support?” she echoed. “That’s funny.”She circled Emily slowly, eyes raking over her from head to toe. “If not for the Adams, you wouldn’t even be standing here talking to me.”The room stilled.Whispers rippled outward, cautious and restrained. No one dared interrupt. Not when Charles Adam was present.Rachel stopped in front of Emily

Day Turned Into Battlefield

Emily woke to the pale light of morning spilling softly through the curtains.For a moment, she didn’t move.The room felt familiar… too familiar. The faint scent of lavender. It was her bedroom.Her brows knit together.Slowly, awareness crept in. She shifted beneath the covers and froze.She was wearing her pajamas.There was no black gown.Her heart skipped violently.Memories rushed in all at once… Rachel’s smile, the laughter, the humiliation. Justin’s hand in hers. The running. The shouting. Charles’s eyes in the rearview mirror. Cold. Sharp. Unreadable.Charles.The last clear thing she remembered was being in the car with him. The silence. Her tears. The rain on the windows.Emily sat up abruptly, her head throbbing.“Wait…” she whispered.Her gaze dropped to her hands, then to her clothes again.Did that mean…?No!No, that couldn’t be right!Her pulse quickened as a thousand thoughts crashed into her mind. How did she get here? Who changed her clothes? Did she faint? Did she

Married On Paper

Emily’s breath caught as Charles’s words sank in.“To get married.”“What?” The sound tore out of her before she could stop it. “What did you just say?”Her heart hammered violently, panic rising fast and sharp. She searched his face, half hoping this was some cruel joke, half knowing it was not. Charles Adam did not joke. Not with her. Not ever. He was the kind of man who treated life like a contract and emotions like liabilities.“Charles,” she said, her voice shaking despite her effort to stay composed. “What is this?”She knew about the marriage announcement. Old Master Frederick had made that clear. But not today. It was supposed to be after her graduation. There was still time. Time to think. Time to breathe. Time to escape.Charles turned to her, his eyes cold and stern, like he was looking at someone who had made an obvious mistake.“After what you did last night at the engagement party,” he said flatly, “did you really think it would not reach my grandfather?”His frown deepe

A Seal

Emily stood there, still trying to understand him.SBefore she could ask, before she could even pull her hand back, Charles gave her the answer himself.“This is needed,” he said calmly, almost lazily. “Proof. To show that we are now married.”That was it.No explanation. No emotion.Just proof.The weight in her chest deepened. Of course. This was not about closeness. Not about crossing a line because they were legally bound now. Something tangible to send to his grandfather to show that the task had been completed.The job was done.And she had made it easy.Emily let out a slow breath, bitterness curling quietly inside her. She was not a wife in his eyes. She was a TASK. One that had been accomplished smoothly because she had not fought hard enough.“Are you done?” she asked, her voice flat as she lifted her gaze to him. There was no attempt to hide the unhappiness in her eyes. “Because if you are, I want to leave.”Her marriage had been stolen from her without warning. The joy she

The Right Person

Just as the quiet settled between them, Justin’s gaze shifted.It lingered on her hand.On the ring.It was not subtle. Not ordinary. Even under the soft lights by the pool, the diamond caught and reflected everything around it. Elegant. Expensive. Impossible to miss.Justin straightened slightly. “Oh,” he said, surprise slipping into his voice. “What’s that?”Emily followed his line of sight and felt her stomach drop.The ring.She had forgotten to take it off.Everything had happened so fast. The office. The papers. The weight of the day pressing down on her until she barely remembered what was in her own hand. And now Justin had seen it.Instead of answering, she lifted her glass and drank the wine in one long swallow.It burned down her throat, bitter and sharp, but she welcomed it.She reached for the bottle again.Justin stopped her, gently but firmly pulling it away. “Nah. Answer my question first,” he said, his tone half teasing, half serious. “Don’t avoid it, Emily.”She hesi

Meeting His Eyes

The next morning, Emily was in the mansion’s study room with her hands clenched at her sides.She did not want to be there.The air was heavy, thick with authority and expectation.Old Master Frederick sat at the center, his cane resting against the arm of his chair like a symbol of rule rather than age.Charles sat beside her, composed, unreadable.On the screen, Warren sat beside the old man.He was smiling.Too happy.His face was pale, almost fragile, but his eyes were bright, filled with hope that made Emily’s chest tighten uncomfortably.“This marriage,” Old Master Frederick said sharply, his voice slicing through the room, “must remain hidden.”The silence that followed felt deliberate.“We cannot afford rumors,” he continued. “If this gets out, people will talk. They will question our family.”His gaze shifted to Emily.Cold. Calculating.“And you, Miss Greyson,” he said slowly, “should not think for a second that you can disrupt what has been arranged.”Emily’s fingers curled

To Ruin Her

Emily did not stop walking until she reached her room.She closed the door behind her and turned the lock with a soft click. Only then did she lean her back against the wood and let out a breath she felt she had been holding since the study room.The silence wrapped around her.For the first time that morning, she could breathe freely. But relief did not come. Her chest still felt tight, her thoughts tangled and loud.It was as if she had left her mind behind in that room.She closed her eyes, pressing her palms lightly against them, trying to steady herself. Trying to calm the chaos. But the images would not stop.Nancy standing at the door.Charles inside the study.How close they had been.Too close.Her heart sank at the thought she tried hardest to ignore. The kiss that never happened. The moment that had been interrupted.Had it ended there?Or had Charles turned back to Nancy after she left and given her what had almost been given to her?The idea made her stomach twist.She sh

Betrayal

Emily stepped toward the open laboratory door.The room smelled of dust and old chemicals, the kind of place no one used anymore. Sunlight filtered weakly through high windows, casting long shadows across abandoned tables and overturned stools.Two boys stood inside.They were unfamiliar. Not faces she recognized from any lecture or exam hall. They wore school uniforms, but something about them was off. The fabric looked newer, the fit careless, as if the clothes did not belong to this place.They had no business being here.One of them leaned against a lab table, arms crossed, smirk lazy and shameless. The other held a phone loosely in his hand, the screen still glowing.Emily stepped fully into the doorway.“Say that again,” she said calmly.Her voice did not shake. Her spine stayed straight. She met their eyes without flinching.The taller boy laughed. “Oh, she heard us,” he said, amused. “Guess the rumors didn’t scare you off.”The shorter one grinned. “Why would they? She likes a

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