Semua Bab Breaking The Spotlight: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The air in the penthouse was thick with strategy. Maps of the industry lay scattered across the table like blueprints to a silent war. Celeste leaned over the edge of Damien’s desk, her fingers tracing timelines, connections, weaknesses, every thread they needed to pull in the coming days. The spotlight wasn’t just shifting. It was burning holes through the mask of power that had hidden the rot beneath Mercer-Calloway’s golden empire.Damien stood across from her, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, his face set in a rare kind of focus, the kind only she ever saw. Gone was the impassive mogul; in his place was the man who had once built an empire out of broken pieces, the man who knew how to survive chaos by mastering it.“We’re going to need proof that Mercer is working directly with Veronica,” Damien said, voice low and taut. “If we can link them, financially, politically, even emotionally, we can unravel this thing from the top down.”Celeste’s brows furrowed. “Veronica won’t get her

The air was different. Celeste could feel it before she saw it. The quiet buzz of her phone didn’t stop, not once since the sun rose. Mentions, messages, missed calls. Her name was everywhere, pulled through the public shredder. Damien’s penthouse, once a fortress above the city’s chaos, felt like it was sinking beneath it. She stood at the glass wall overlooking the skyline, a mug of untouched coffee cooling in her hands. Behind her, Damien was on the phone with a crisis consultant, pacing, terse, clipped. Celeste didn’t need to hear the details to know what they were saying. It had begun. The smear campaign was out. Celeste Laurent slept her way to the top. Laurent’s career was built on secrets. Sinclair’s mistress or mastermind? Her face was everywhere. So was the lie. Damien ended the call and stepped toward her, the tension around his eyes making him look older than he had yesterday. “It’s gaining traction. The article was picked up by two syndicates. Tabloids, then

The storm outside mirrored the one twisting inside Celeste’s chest. Grey clouds bruised the sky above the penthouse as she stood in front of the window, arms folded tightly across her ribs, barely breathing. Every whisper of the past, every headline that now labeled her “The Fallen Angel,” clawed at the edges of her composure."You’re not going to shatter," Damien said softly behind her, his voice a steady baritone of comfort. "But it’s okay if it feels like you might."She turned to him, eyes hollow. "You don’t understand. You never had to claw your way out of the box the world tried to shove you in. I spent years proving I was more than a pretty face or a scandal waiting to happen. And now... now I’m trending for all the wrong reasons."Damien crossed to her, touching her cheek with a reverence that stilled her trembling. "You are not what they call you.""But what if they believe it? What if everything I’ve rebuilt burns down again?" Her voice cracked like thin ice. "I survived the

The war room at Sinclair Media didn’t look like a battlefield. It was sleek, quiet, humming with soft blue screens and the scent of roasted espresso. But every corner, every digital file, every strategist moving behind the scenes carried the weight of warfare. Not of bombs or bullets, but of truth. The kind that could gut an empire.“We have enough to burn him,” Damien said, tapping the folder labeled Calloway Archive. “And Veronica’s fingerprints are all over it. She protected him. Paid him off. Covered his trail.”Celeste stood behind him, reading the highlighted reports. The ones no one had ever seen. Reports of minors being harassed on set. Of contracts forged and shredded. Of hush money transferred through Veronica’s now-defunct talent shell company. It was all there. Rotten and real.“I don’t want his name,” Celeste said quietly. “But I want the victims to know they weren’t imagining it. That it wasn’t their fault.”Damien’s gaze softened. “We’ll do it your way.”Within the hour

It started with silence. No headlines. No online vitriol. No lawsuits. For two whole days, the storm that had followed Celeste and Damien for months quieted.Damien knew better. "She's planning something," he muttered to Graham as they stood in the Sinclair Media war room. "She wouldn't go silent unless she was preparing her final play."And he was right. On the third morning, it began. An exposé leaked to two entertainment rags and a foreign tabloid, claiming to be written by a "disillusioned insider". It accused Damien Sinclair of leveraging media power to destroy Veronica Hale. It cited manipulated analytics, anonymous leak trails, and "manufactured outrage" allegedly funded through Sinclair shell accounts. The document was detailed, persuasive—and full of just enough truth to sound real.And then came the footage. Clips of Celeste, edited with surgical malice, spliced and slowed to paint her as conniving, transactional, cruel. A staged conversation with her former co-star, the one