All Chapters of Breaking The Spotlight: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The city below Adrian Cross’s penthouse pulsed with lights and movement, oblivious to the fragile stillness that occupied the space above it. Luna leaned against the expansive floor-to-ceiling window, the glass cool against her palms, as if it could somehow absorb the tension coiling in her chest. She had rehearsed composure for decades, learned how to smile through the scrutiny of millions, but tonight, in this vast, silent space, the weight of everything she’d been suppressing pressed down on her like a physical force.Her breaths came fast, uneven, shallow. She had tried to keep it together during the quiet moments with Adrian, the brief conversation over wine, the polite small talk about schedules and label demands, but the second the door closed behind them, the pretense crumbled. Her knees weakened, her fingers trembled, and a visceral panic clawed through her chest, leaving her feeling raw and exposed.Adrian watched from a few steps away, silent. Not the calculated, commanding

The night skyline of Manhattan burned in glass and steel outside Adrian’s penthouse, the city stretched beneath them like a glittering kingdom he owned. Inside, silence pressed against Luna’s skin like a storm waiting to break.She stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, arms crossed, body wound tight. Adrian had returned only minutes ago, his presence filling the space before she even heard the door. He carried tension in the deliberate precision of his movements, shrugging out of his coat, setting his watch on the marble counter, pouring himself a drink. Controlled, calculated, but Luna could see the storm underneath.She hated that she noticed. Hated that her body reacted to him at all.“You’re shutting me out again,” she said, her voice low but steady.Adrian looked up, crystal tumbler poised at his lips. His dark gaze pinned her. “Correction..." his tone was cool, laced with the kind of steel that bent others into silence, “I’m protecting you.”“Protecting me?” she laughed, shar

The glow of the city stretched across the penthouse windows, fractured light spilling into the room where Luna stood rigid, her phone clutched so tightly her knuckles burned white. The message had come in like a blade slipped beneath her ribs, swift, cold, merciless.Daniel Vega, his name alone was enough to send her spiraling back to years of whispered manipulation, of carefully planted doubts, of control dressed up as love. She had clawed her way free of him, rebuilt piece by piece, only to see his shadow bleeding back into her life with a few vile sentences.Daniel: Miss me, princesa? I still have our little videos. The world would love to see the real you. Let’s talk before I show them.Her stomach knotted. Her hands shook. This wasn’t a rumor, not idle gossip. Attached was a single frame of video, a flash of her face, vulnerable and bare in a moment she never thought would leave the privacy of his phone. He had kept everything, and now, he wanted to use it.The air felt too thin.

The penthouse was quieter than Luna had ever known it to be. The faint hum of the city below, the distant thrum of life that never slept, faded beneath the cocoon of silence Adrian had created around them. After everything—the threats, the storm of her ex resurfacing, the shadows she had finally faced—there was a stillness in the room that felt almost unnatural.She sat across from him, her body angled toward his, her legs curled slightly into the cushions of the deep sofa. The light from the floor-to-ceiling windows painted her profile in pale gold, tracing the delicate line of her jaw, the flicker of hesitation still shadowing her expression. But her eyes—they weren’t the eyes of a woman defeated. They were searching, sharp, alive.Adrian leaned back, one arm stretched along the back of the sofa, his posture deceptively casual. Yet Luna could feel the restraint radiating from him like heat from embers. Controlled, deliberate, unyielding—that was Adrian Cross. But tonight, there was

The morning sun hadn’t yet fully claimed Manhattan when Luna’s phone began to vibrate with an insistence that felt almost urgent. She glanced down at the screen, the name of a journalist flashing repeatedly, followed by a stream of notifications, messages, and social media alerts. Her stomach sank, and for a brief moment, a flicker of the old fear, the one Adrian had been dismantling piece by piece, threatened to surge, but this time, she didn’t shrink. She didn’t hide. She had walls now, a fortress, and a strategist who refused to let her be a pawn. She took a steadying breath, letting the anticipation rise and fall like a controlled tide, and swiped open the first message.Headlines. Scathing, manufactured, perfectly timed.Luna Reyes: Fragile Star or Industry Puppet?Adrian Cross Allegedly Using Luna Reyes to Expand His Empire!Music World Stunned: Reyes’ Mental Stability Questioned.Every word was sharpened to hurt, crafted to destabilize. Every image was cropped, filtered and fra