All Chapters of My Darling Superstar: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

185 Chapters

Obsession

“Stanley,” Emily cried out, her voice cracking. “Stanley, help me!”Her eyes locked onto him as if he were the last lifeline in the room. She still did not understand what was happening. She did not want to. Every instinct begged her to believe that he was not part of this.“Stanley, run!” she shouted, panic spilling out of her. “Save yourself! Get help! Please!”Her heart was pounding so hard it hurt. Her wrists burned where the ropes bit into her skin, her body trembling from fear and exhaustion. She was surrounded by strangers, trapped, helpless, and the only familiar face in the room stood frozen a few steps away.This was Stanley Connor.He claimed to be Brian Xavier’s friend. That was he said.The guy who had approached her first on campus, smiling shyly as he introduced himself as Brian’s friend. The guy who always waved whenever they crossed paths, who showed up in libraries and hallways with the same awkward grin. Thin, quiet, bookish. Someone who looked like he could barely

Familiar Voice

A sharp voice cut through the air.“Stop it, you idiot!”Emily gasped.Her eyes flew open as the bat froze midair, so close she could feel the rush of air against her skin. Her heart slammed violently against her ribs, her breath breaking apart in short, shallow pulls. For a split second, she could not even move. She was still trapped in the moment where she thought everything was about to end.Then she heard it.The steady, unmistakable click of stiletto heels against the concrete floor.Click. Click. Click.The sound echoed through the abandoned room, calm and deliberate, completely at odds with the chaos inside Emily’s chest.Her vision blurred, then cleared as she focused past Stanley’s raised arm.A woman stepped into the dim light.Emily’s throat tightened painfully. Confusion, shock, and a fragile spark of hope tangled together inside her. Someone had come. Someone had stopped him.Her body trembled harder now, not just from fear but from the sudden release of it. Tears welled

Masked Man

There were men with thick bellies pushing against tight shirts, their mouths stretched into hungry grins. Bald men with shiny scalps and cold eyes. Thin men who stared too intently, their lips curled as if savoring a secret. Men with heavy mustaches, men with patchy beards. Foreigners speaking in low voices she could not understand, their gazes roaming over her without shame.Some were fat. Some lean. Some well dressed. Some rough and unkempt.But their looks were the same.They were perverts.Emily’s breath came out in a broken whimper.Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she instinctively tried to cover herself, forgetting for a moment that she was still bound. Her chest tightened until it hurt. Panic surged so fast it made her dizzy.“No,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “No… please…”Her vision blurred with tears as she shook her head again and again, backing away until she felt hands clamp onto her arms from behind, holding her in place.She felt small. Exposed. Strippe

She's Sold

Emily forced herself to breathe.In.Out.Her thoughts were a tangled mess of fear, panic, and disbelief, but somewhere beneath it all, instinct clawed its way to the surface. She could not give up. Not yet. Not while she was still breathing.She began to think, desperately, frantically.The ropes.The chair.The men looking at her like a delicious meal served on the table.The exits where she could possibly use to run away.If they untied her, even for a second, she would run. She did not care where. Into the crowd. Into the dark. Into anything that was not this stage. Her heart pounded so loudly she feared they could hear it. Every muscle in her body coiled tight, ready to spring, even as terror threatened to freeze her in place.She would rather die trying than surrender quietly.The host’s voice cut through the noise again, sharp and final.“One hundred million,” he said, savoring every word. “Going once.”Emily’s breath hitched.“Going twice.”Her chest tightened painfully. This

He Bought Her

He was tall and broad-shouldered, his frame strong and steady.Emily’s chest tightened.Fear came first. Then anger. Then humiliation.“Who are you?” she cried, her voice shaking uncontrollably. “Please. Let me go!”Her body trembled against the chains. She tried to curl inward, to hide herself somehow, but there was nothing to cover her with. Nothing to shield her. The cold air brushed against her skin and made her feel exposed, small, powerless.She twisted her wrists until they burned. The metal cut into her skin.Nothing moved.Tears streamed down her face. She hated that he could see them. Hated that he could see everything.“This is illegal,” she burst out, forcing strength into her voice even though panic tightened around her throat. “I can sue you for this. If you do not want to go to prison, release me now before it is too late.”The man did not respond.He stood there with his back facing her.“I promise I will forget everything,” she cried, desperation taking over. “I will

Reckless Longing

His mouth claimed hers with a sudden, feverish urgency.At first, it was clumsy, unsteady, like everything else about him. His lips were hot, almost burning against hers, and the heat shocked her into stillness. She had meant to push him away. She had meant to turn her face and tell him to stop.She did neither.His hand slid weakly to the side of her neck, not forceful, not trapping her, just holding on as though she were the only solid thing in a world that was spinning. The kiss deepened without warning. Not gentle. Not careful. It carried something raw inside it. Desperation. Fear. Relief. A hunger that had nothing to do with possession and everything to do with needing to feel alive.Emily’s mind screamed at her to stop.This was wrong. He had bought her. He had chained her fate to this place.But her body betrayed her.Her lips responded before she could command them otherwise. They softened beneath his. Her breath caught, then tangled with his. She could taste the faint trace o

The Blade For Her

Charles did not seem to hear the danger. He wanted to conquer her.Even with the door shaking under brutal blows, even with the voices outside promising violence, he lowered his mouth to hers again as if the world could be kept out by a single kiss.“Charles!” Emily gasped against his lips.He kissed her once more, slower this time, as if sealing something unspoken between them. Then his strength faltered.The door slammed again.Wood splintered.Reality crashed back in.She pushed him away hard.“Stop it!” she whispered fiercely. “We have to go. Now!”His head swayed slightly. His eyes struggled to focus.“E…Emily…” he murmured, voice thick.“I’m terrified,” she shot back under her breath.Another violent bang.“Open it!” the voice outside roared.Emily grabbed his arm and hauled it over her shoulder. His weight nearly dragged her down with him.He was heavy. Too heavy. His body burned with fever, muscles unsteady from whatever had been forced into his system.“Can you walk?” she dem

Apology On Blood

“Charles! Stay with me!” Emily’s voice broke as she pressed her trembling hand against his wound, trying to stop the blood that would not stop flowing.His face had gone pale beneath the faint glow of the car’s interior light. His lips parted slightly, breath shallow, uneven.“Drive!” one of his men barked sharply.The car roared to life.Gravel scattered as they sped away from the nightmare behind them. Through the rear window, Emily saw the Boss still pinned to the ground, struggling uselessly beneath the weight of the men holding him down.But she could not focus on that.All she saw was red.Her hands pressed harder against Charles’s side. Warm blood soaked through her fingers, sticky and terrifying. Her breathing turned ragged.“Keep your eyes open,” she whispered desperately. “Look at me. Look at me, Charles.”His lashes fluttered. He forced his gaze toward her. Even in pain, even drenched in blood, there was something steady in his eyes.“Emily… I’m… I’m sorry,” he breathed.Th

Fire In Her Heart

The hallway fell into a suffocating silence.The doctor’s brows slowly drew together. His eyes moved from Nancy to Emily and back again. Confusion flickered across his face first, then something sharper. Suspicion. Judgment. He studied their clothes, their posture, their confidence.Two women fighting over a man.Nancy shot Emily a murderous glare, her lips curling as if daring her to repeat what she had just claimed.Carlos blinked in disbelief. Wife?He had worked for Charles for years. He knew his schedules, his contracts, even his private affairs. But a wife? That was impossible. He would have known.Yet as he looked at Emily, trembling but standing firm, something stopped him from dismissing her outright. She did not look like someone lying for any advantage.There had always been something between her and Charles. Something deeper than anyone understood.Nancy, however, knew about the marriage on paper. She had been told it was nothing. A meaningless document. She simply never i

Losing Something She Never Had

Emily stayed on the bench, her body still but her senses sharp.Every time headlights turned into the hospital driveway, her heart jumped. She straightened, scanning each car carefully. White sedans. Ambulances. A delivery van. None of them familiar.She memorized Nancy’s luxury car. Carlos’s dark SUV. She knew their shapes now. The shine of their paint. The way their tinted windows reflected the lights.Each time a black car slowed near the entrance, her breath caught.But when she leaned forward, squinting through the dim glow inside, no silhouette matched Nancy’s elegant posture or Carlos’s rigid frame.Nancy was not leaving.The thought stung more than the cold.Of course, she would stay. She was inside. By his bedside. Probably holding his hand. Probably speaking softly to him. Telling everyone she was the devoted fiancée.Emily’s fingers tightened around the edge of the bench.Jealousy crept in quietly, then spread like ink in water.As the woman he saved, she wanted to be there

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