All Chapters of The Comeback of a Star: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

AYRA A week later, I found myself walking into the hospital, my shoes echoing across the tiled floor in the quiet corner of coma patients. Everything seemed so silent, like they were scared to make a noise. There was the smell of disinfectant in the air and it mingled with the scent of the little flowers I brought for her. I had decided it was time to pay my mother a visit,after the emotional wreck I had been through. I was just at her hospital room door when I saw her through the see-through glass. My mother lay on the bed, still beautiful, looking peaceful like she always had. Tears pooled in my eyes as I knew deep down I mourned how she had been lying here for the past few years. It broke my heart to see her hooked up with tubes, connected to machines which kept her alive. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open and sat down in the chair beside my mother's bed. I took her cold hands in mine, noting how soft they still felt. "Hi, Mom," I whispered, my voice tremblin

AYRA Travis was already in costume. He was in a well-tailored suit that made him look like the successful businessman his character was supposed to be. "Travis," I said to him politely, but then I noticed he immediately moved into my personal space as he spoke. "I've been looking forward to this all week," he said, placing a hand on my arm. "It's going to be our first scene together and we're going to be creating magic." I took some steps back subtly, trying to create some distance between us. "I'm excited too. Have you had a chance to look at the revised script pages?" "Of course," he said, moving closer again, "but I think the real magic happens when we stop thinking about the script and just, you know, feel the moment." His hand found its way to my lower back as he guided me towards the set, but I felt uncomfortable. He was becoming too intimate for our professional relationship. I gently removed his hand from my waist and diplomatically moved away. "The script is pretty speci

LIAMI walked into the office given to me in the transportation division at the Yaldon Empire headquarters. It was an adequate office with a sleek, modern look that overlooked the city skyline. It had leather furniture and a dark wood desk. Nothing much to my taste, but it would do for as long as I continued whatever this was.I couldn't care less about playing these games, but it was amusing to watch Olivia squirm and everybody lose their composure over whatever it is they think I'm fighting for. Like I said, I couldn't care less. My mother put me up to this, and honestly, the woman can get very manipulative when she wants something. That's a whole different ballgame I don't even want to get into entirely.I'd been CEO of this division for less than a week and it was already causing me headaches. I pulled out a file of financial records they'd submitted, and the numbers were inconsistent. Full of incompetence from whoever had been leading them, and by whoever, I mean Christopher. Tha

LIAMI threw my head back in laughter as I said, "Yeah, it must be my angle or something," I replied, trying to put her at ease. Doing business gives you a multifaceted persona. Knowing the right one to use on each individual makes or breaks a business relationship.Did I care if she found me intimidating? No. But did I want the best outcome? Yes.We made our way inside and took a seat. The waiter came and she asked if I would like to order. I told her it was fine, that she could order. She ordered a 2015 Sancerre."I remember you preferred white wine," she smiled.I thanked her casually, and we started talking about reviewing the business proposal. Isabella had done impressive work. She'd identified potential partners in New York, Los Angeles, Paris, and Milan. The financial projections showed Ayra could be earning eight figures annually within two years if the brand launched successfully.As we ate and the conversation wound down, Isabella presented the final contract and I noticed

AYRAAfter what felt like forever, I stumbled my ass into a sex toy shop called Fantasy. I pulled my hoodie up to cover myself more as the evening air was chill."I can't believe you talked me into this," I muttered as Brielle confidently pushed the door open."Think of it as market research," Brielle said cheerfully. "We're conducting a scientific study on female empowerment. On how women take their freedom after being ignored by men."The shop was nothing like what I had imagined. It was quite elegant, and the products were displayed tastefully. We approached the attendant who was dressed in pink."Can I help you ladies find anything specific this evening?" she asked with a professional smile.Brielle nodded, still obviously slurring her words. "We're looking for something fun and educational for independent women who are tired of waiting for their partners to catch up to their needs."The sales rep smiled. "We have exactly what you need. Right this way."She walked forward as Briel