Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Darling Superstar: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

The morning sun had barely warmed the marble steps of the Adam estate when Emily stepped outside, her school bag slung over one shoulder, her uniform crisp, her hair tied back with a navy ribbon. Mr. Floss stood dutifully beside her assigned car, the engine already humming, the door open and waiting.All she had to do was get in.But then she saw him.Charles.He emerged from the front doors like he was walking out of a movie—black slacks, white shirt rolled at the sleeves, sunglasses in one hand, car keys in the other. He was heading toward his sleek black sports car parked on the opposite lane, moving with that infuriating, effortless cool that made people stop and stare.Emily didn’t stop.She smirked.Opportunity had just walked out in tailored clothing.She turned on her heel and limped—yes, limped—toward him, her foot dragging slightly as if the bandage around it had suddenly become a life-threatening injury.“Charles!” she called sweetly.He paused, turned, and raised a brow. “

Morning crept in gently, trailing threads of light across the folds of white linen. The hospital room was hushed, but not cold. It felt… different. Warmer. Softer. Like someone had left the window open just enough for calm to step inside.Charles blinked awake slowly, disoriented at first.Emily was curled against him, face nestled against the crook of his shoulder, one hand resting on his chest like she'd staked her claim in the quiet. Her IV had been expertly maneuvered to give her room, and her breathing was soft. Steady.Charles didn’t move.Not because he didn’t want to.But because he couldn’t.His body was still for once—truly still. And his mind, so often raging in silence, was quiet.The guilt that normally clawed at him first thing in the morning… was gone.Not erased. But muted.Not forgotten. But distant.For the first time in years since the accident that took his parents—he had slept. Deeply. Peacefully. With her.His eyes remained fixed on her peaceful face, and somethi

The morning light spilled gently through the hospital window, casting a soft glow across the room. Emily sat upright in bed, her eyes fixed on the television screen mounted on the wall. The news anchor’s voice was steady, but the footage was anything but calm.Mayor Steffan, once the untouchable pillar of the city, was being led away in handcuffs.Emily watched in stunned silence as the man who had once stood beside her father, who had smiled for cameras and shaken hands with the powerful, now shouted into a sea of microphones and flashing lights.“Please… don’t let history write lies about me. Look into my heart. Look into your own. I swear I have never betrayed you. I only ever tried to serve.”The screen cut to a panel of analysts, but Emily wasn’t listening anymore. Her heart was racing. Her fingers trembled slightly around the remote.She didn’t know if it was justice or tragedy.She didn’t know whether to feel relief or fear.And then—The door opened.She turned.Charles stood

The sky had deepened into a velvet navy by the time Charles and Emily were back on the road. The windows were down, letting in the cool night air, and the stars blinked faintly above them. The beach still clung to their skin—salt in their hair, sand between their toes—but neither of them seemed to mind.Emily leaned her head against the window, her eyes half-closed, a soft smile still playing on her lips. Charles glanced at her now and then, his hand steady on the wheel, the silence between them warm and full.Then—Thump.Thump-thump-thump.The car jolted slightly.Charles’s brows furrowed. He slowed down, pulled to the side of the road, and stepped out to check.Emily sat up straighter. “What happened?”He returned a moment later, brushing his hands on his jeans. “Flat tire.”She blinked. “You don’t have a spare?”“I do,” he said, glancing down the dark road. “But I’m not changing it in the middle of nowhere at night. Not with you here. It’s not safe.”Of course, she understood what

The drive back to the Adam estate was quiet, but not the kind of silence that weighed. It was the kind that lingered after laughter, after kisses, after something real had been shared. Emily leaned her head against the window, her fingers still tingling from where they’d laced with Charles’s in the water. Her lips still burned from his kiss.Charles glanced at her now and then, a soft smile tugging at his mouth. He looked different. Lighter. Like something inside him had finally exhaled.The sky was deep indigo by the time Charles and Emily returned to the Adam estate. The long driveway was bathed in soft golden light from the mansion’s sconces, and the air was cool, still carrying the scent of pine and distant rain.They stepped out of the car together, still in their matching couple shirts, still smiling like they had just returned from a secret honeymoon. Emily’s cheeks were flushed from the wind, her heart still warm from the waterfall, from his kiss, from the way he had looked at