All Chapters of Breaking The Spotlight: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The moment they went public, everything changed. Not between them, but around them.Celeste had always been used to noise. Rumors. Flashbulbs. Whispered judgment behind manicured smiles. But this time, the noise wasn’t just about her—m, it was about them. Every headline dissected Damien’s loyalty, every photo was a battlefield, every public appearance a test.Her phone buzzed constantly. Publicists wanting statements. Directors questioning availability. Brands eager to pivot or pull out. But the loudest voice in the chaos was Damien’s.“I going to be your manager,” he said, bluntly, over breakfast one morning.Celeste paused mid-bite. “You already run a media empire.”“And now I am personally taking you on as my client. Not because I want control, but because you deserve someone who won’t let them gut you again.”She studied him. Shirtless, barefoot, coffee in hand, but eyes sharp, business already humming beneath the surface. “Damien, I have agents.”“You have handlers,” he corrected

The air in the penthouse was thick with anticipation. Outside, the sky was tinged with the last embers of sunset, bathing the high-rise windows in a copper glow. Inside, Damien’s voice was low but firm, pacing as he clicked through documents on the large screen in the living room.Celeste sat curled on the velvet sectional, her legs tucked under her, hair loosely braided and damp from a quick shower. She had changed into one of Damien’s oversized shirts, seeking comfort in the lingering scent of him on the cotton. Still, her fingers kept tapping nervously on the edge of her laptop.The project. Her project. The one Damien had championed. The one that could redefine her entire career.“It’s a good script,” Damien said, pausing. “Better than good. The role was written for someone like you, layered, vulnerable, fierce. They’d be lucky to have you.”Celeste lifted her eyes, unsure. “Then why does it feel like everything’s stalling?”Damien frowned, setting the remote down and moving towar

The penthouse felt colder that evening, not from the temperature, but from the emotional divide that had crept in between Celeste and Damien. The air buzzed with unsaid words, old wounds reopened, and fears neither had voiced yet. The empire they were building had withstood attacks from the outside, but the cracks inside were more dangerous, subtle, splintering, and deeply personal.Damien stood by the expansive windows, staring out at the city as if it could offer him answers. His reflection stared back, worn and conflicted. Behind him, Celeste sat rigid on the edge of the couch, arms wrapped around herself, still wearing the same hoodie she had pulled on after waking from her nap. The warmth of earlier, of soft touches and whispered dreams, had faded.“I don’t understand,” she said quietly. “You fought so hard for me out there. But in here, you’ve kept me at arm’s length.”Damien turned slowly. His jaw clenched, and then loosened, as if he was preparing to step into the most vulnera

The next morning, Sinclair boardroom was a battlefield dressed in cold steel and glass. It had witnessed empires rise and fall, careers destroyed and crowned, alliances formed and broken under the weight of strategy and ambition.But today, something shifted the air, something no amount of money or power could control.Celeste Laurent sat beside Damien Sinclair at the head of the long obsidian table, her presence commanding as much authority as the man beside her. She wore power like a second skin, the success of Resurgence wrapping her in a shield of public and critical validation no one at this table could ignore.Around them, the board members whispered and exchanged tight-lipped glances, the echoes of last night’s headlines still reverberating.The critics had declared the film an artistic and box office triumph. Investors were celebrating their revived faith. And Damien, always the strategist, had chosen this exact moment to convene the board, before anyone dared forget who owned

Vincent Mercer was not a man to take humiliation lightly. Damien Sinclair and Celeste Laurent had cornered him publicly, stripping Mercer-Calloway of their leverage, embarrassing him in front of investors, the press, and the entire industry. His bruised ego wouldn’t heal with time. It needed blood. And Mercer had no intention of fighting fair. He didn’t need to.“Activate the contingency,” Vincent growled into his phone, his tone like a viper poised to strike. “Use the girl. She’s the soft spot.”“Yes, Mr. Mercer.”Mercer smiled coldly. This was the art of war. You never attack the fortress head-on. You find the crack behind the walls.Two days later, Celeste’s world jolted. The headlines hit like a wrecking ball.EXCLUSIVE: Celeste Laurent’s Protégé Linked to Scandal—Mercer-Calloway Releases Confidential FootageThe footage was damning. Clipped conversations. Misrepresented contracts. Allegations that Celeste’s charity project had misused funds under her management, using edited clip