All Chapters of THE FORBIDDEN SPOTLIGHT: Bad Idea, Great Kisses : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Daniel's house is nestled at the end of a quiet -cul-de-sac, surrounded by perfectly manicured lawns and tall trees that sway gently in the evening breeze. It's the kind of house that stands out, not just because of its size but because of the unique traditional design that seems out of place for a modern city like Brooklyn. Floor-to-ceiling windows gleam under the last rays of daylight, reflecting the carefully landscaped garden that his mother takes so much pride in caring for. A winding driveway leads to a sleek dark front door that opens into a spacious entryway. Beautiful sight. Quiet. Hushed. Ideal for a cynical and distrustful journalist in Brooklyn City with no need for friends, overbearing neighbours and extended families.His mum, Sarah Reyes just barely survived an accident, leaving him broke and penniless. Guess life matters more, after all. “Everything will eventually fall in place at the right time.”He keeps affirming these words of inspiration in his heart.A heavy rain

It has been days since he last heard from him. Luca Moretti stood by the window, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a tumbler containing something smooth and amber. Behind him, the skyline sprawled across the glass like a painting of power. ” Daniel is not just sceptical; he's strict with his words. What do you suggest we do, Jordan”. “I asked my friend, a cyberstalker, to look into his profile,” he replied. Luca was filled with some sort of excitement; his eyes flickered, and he slid into his seat, heart pounding in his stomach.” So what?”. “ Daniel is barely surviving; he owes a bank, his landlord, his ex; the only thing he has to himself is his bag of clothes and his name, Mehn! He's a walking debt,” Jordan says with no form of pity or sympathy.He let out a breath, which he hadn't realized he’d been holding,stood from his seat and grabbed his car keys from the desk, “Where are you going? “Jordan asked in curiosity.“To settle some unfinished business”, Luca says while

In Daniel's hotel room in Beverly Hills that night, loud echoes of music were still heard from the thin walls, chattering glasses, faint moans of sweet young princesses and shouts of potentially drunk low-life celebrities or rather Megastars as seen by fans. Daniel had played the video for the third time. Daniel sat on the edge of his bed, the glow of his laptop casting sharp shadows across his face. The footage was clearer now—June 12th, 3:17 AM, the winding halls of Luca’s Beverly Hills estate after some industry award party. On-screen, Luca was seen arguing with a dark, 8-foot-tall man. Then a fast forward, Luca stumbling slightly, his dress shirt rumpled, untucked, his cheeks flushed. He leaned heavily against the wall, rubbing at his left ankle—already swollen, already bruised.Then **Charlie** appeared. Tall, tousled dark brown hair, charming blue eyes, perfectly broad shoulders, handsome and charming, the kind of effortless beauty that came from old money and good genes

The media tour had been a masterclass in humiliation. Firstly His dad didn't buy the idea that he just got back home like the prodigal son without anything at stake.“Luca's come off the mask, why are you really here?” It's not like you give a fuck about me; you have been pursuing this stupid career of yours without my assent for five years now; what went wrong in Williamsburg.” Samuel Moretti asks, his eyes beaming in curiosity not believing Lucas' facade of innocence.“I have missed you, Dad”, He whispers.“Oh please! Hope your career is not about to be burnt to the ground, because the last time I checked, you said Bushwick has nothing for you,” Samuel fires back.“Everything is fine, Dad; I just came to say hello. Just say cheese to the camera,” He says while flashing lights of astrograph in his eyes.He goes back into the car, his heart racing like he just completed a marathon, memories of Bushwick flashing in his head; echoes of his little voice screaming his dad's name on enteri

“What's wrong, Daniel? You are staring”. Luca says, sipping his drink, oblivious to how lost Daniel is in his own thoughts. He grabs his pants and puts them on.He stood by the window, barefoot, shirtless, backlit by moonlight _a living sculpture of rugged muscle and old scars. He poured some whiskey into the glass by the corner and drank it like he had been thirsty for ages.Daniel was still frozen“You are not wearing clothes”, Daniel mutters, his voice tighter than he intended.Luca glanced over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips, “Is there a problem?”.The hotel room was cold, and now Luca's bare skin the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips, the three jagged scars raking across his ribs like claw marks.Daniel manages to force himself to look away, “ Just wondering if you own pyjamas”.“Not a fan”, Luca replies, stretching himself, the muscles at his back almost shifting.” You will live, don't worry”.Daniel exhaled sharply and tossed his bag into the bed“We need some