All Chapters of My Darling Superstar: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

For the first time in her life, she felt breathtakingly beautiful. Her skin radiated under the warm light of the hallway, and her collarbones shimmered delicately, like those of a runway muse. Her hair, softly curled like a mermaid's, was swept into an elegant bun, with a few wisps framing her face in graceful waves. She wore a light blue, off-shoulder gown dusted with diamonds that caught every glint of light. It clung to her curves and cascaded to the floor in a flawless princess cut. She looked like an ethereal fairy princess who stepped out of a dream.As she reached the entrance of the venue, she paused. One sharp breath in, one slow breath out. She grounded herself in the whirl of anticipation before taking a step forward.The grand ballroom unfolded before her in a warm golden glow, lit by a magnificent chandelier that crowned the ceiling like a constellation caught in crystal. All around, guests were engrossed in gentle chatter, dressed in silk gowns and tailored formality. Th

"Rumors are spread by haters, repeated by fools, and believed by idiots!"President Walker’s strong voice filled the room as he stepped in with authority, followed by his bodyguards. His sharp eyes scanned the crowd, searching for the troublemakers.He stopped in front of the students."Is this not a Baccalaureate party?" His tone carried a hint of sarcasm.No one dared to answer."You are all graduating students. Is this what years of education have taught you? Is this how the school had taught you? Is this how graduating students should act?" His voice grew stronger, making some shiver and others reflect on his words. Scared, students quickly put away their phones.President Walker walked toward Emily's table.Emily kept her head down while Charlotte and Valerie avoided his gaze like those thieves."And who are you, grandpa?"Nichole, unaware of the seriousness of the situation, spoke disrespectfully. She reached for her date’s arm, but he quickly stepped away from her."John? What

Charles steadied Emily first, then stood up, his anger boiling over."Who did this?!" he shouted angrily, his voice cutting through the murmuring crowd.He reached for his mask, ready to rip it off, but before he could, Emily’s delicate hand grasped his.The swirling noise of whispers surrounded them, eyes watching closely.Charles looked down at her, and she gently shook her head, signaling him to stop.Her face was filled with disappointment. Her tears trembled at the edges of her eyes, barely held back.His fists clenched hard.Emily’s voice came softly, almost broken."No… let’s go home."Her gaze pleaded with him, drained and exhausted.Something in her voice dissipated his fury in an instant.Without hesitation, Charles moved, sweeping Emily into his arms like a princess.She gasped, startled, but didn’t resist.Her body, weighed down by exhaustion, refused to fight back. Instead, she allowed herself to lean into him, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for support.

“Knock! Knock! Knock!”The banging on the door thundered through the hallway. The old wood trembled under the stress, as if one more hit might knock it completely off the hinges.Nichole's family apartment sat on the third floor of an aging building—walls stained by years of humidity, the stairwell creaking with every step.“I know you’re in there!” a shrill voice barked from outside. “You better pay up, or you’re out tonight!”It was the landlady. Her face was flushed, her knuckles raw from pounding. She had been standing there for nearly thirty minutes, and no one had come to the door. But she wasn’t fooled. She knew they were hiding, just like they had for the past few months.Inside, silence.Six months of unpaid rent. Six months of empty promises and hollow excuses. This wasn’t a matter of patience anymore—it was survival. And the landlady had reached her breaking point.“You think you can just stay here for free?” she snapped, stepping back, arms crossed tightly over her chest.

The next morning, every major news outlet in the city was tuned in. The press conference had been hastily arranged, but the turnout was massive. Reporters packed the city hall’s media room, cameras flashing, microphones poised. The air buzzed with anticipation.Mayor Steffan stood at the podium, flanked by Jennings and a visibly tense Charlotte. Her usual poise was gone, replaced by a stiff, rehearsed stillness. She wore a pale blouse and a modest skirt, her makeup subdued, her eyes hollow. The slap from two days ago had faded, but the humiliation was fresh.Behind the cameras, Charles Adam watched from a private viewing room, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Emily Greyson sat beside him, her hands folded in her lap, her face calm but unreadable. She hadn’t asked for this spectacle, but Charles had insisted. Not for revenge. For clarity.The mayor cleared his throat, the microphone catching every breath.“Good morning,” he began, voice tight. “I stand before you today not as the