Semua Bab I Married His Enemy: Return Of The Forgotten Princess : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Cassie Left Rafael’s office with her head held high, though the tension in the room still buzzed in her chest like an aftershock from Veronica’s outburst. She didn’t need to linger there anymore... whatever storm had brewed between her, Rafael, and Veronica was already collapsing into chaos. She hadn’t been here long, but she was beginning to understand the rhythm of the place: the hushed gossip that followed footsteps, the sideways glances from strangers who didn’t know if they should smile or sneer, the mixture of admiration and envy that clung to her presence. She walked calmly down the corridor, reminding herself she had nothing in particular scheduled for the day. No auditions. No official readings. But this was exactly why she liked hanging around the studio... she could observe. Watch how other actors worked, steal lessons silently, and sharpen her own instincts. If she wasn’t moving forward with effort, she'd waste her chance here. Of course, as she walked, the lo

The auditorium buzzed with tension like a hive ready to burst. Two weeks had crawled by, filled with endless rehearsals, sweat-drenched nights, and Cassie’s relentless coaching sessions in the VIP training room. Now, at last, judgment day had arrived. Whispers darted across the room as the heavy double doors swung open. The five judges entered with authority, their faces masks of unreadable professionalism. The three fierce critics were there... the hawk-eyed man in the glasses, the sharp-tongued woman with her lips pursed like she’d swallowed vinegar, and the bald man notorious for making actors cry. Alongside them were the more lenient pair: a thoughtful older gentleman with silver hair and a man whose warm gaze had always hinted at hidden kindness. All chatter ceased, and everyone straightened. Cassie sat in the audience, her heart pounding... not for herself, but for her three students: Lila, Daniel, and Evan. She had watched them stumble, break down, and then ris

Cassie arrived earlier than usual the next day at work. Her leather tote bag was slung across her shoulder, and her hair was neatly pinned up. She carried herself with grace, but beneath the calm expression was a storm of thoughts. She hadn’t slept much the night before. Veronica’s desperate plea to Rafael still echoed in her ears. The woman had begged to be included in the project, almost groveling, her eyes red and face blotchy when Rafael wanted to reject the collaboration. Cassie remembered the way Rafael had looked at her, silently asking what decision she wanted to make. Cassie, being Cassie, had sighed and told him to reject Veronica’s collaboration with Rachael. Not because she enjoyed seeing someone’s downfall... no, Cassie wasn’t like that. But because the V-Film Production team's motives weren’t clean. Yes, Veronica messed up big with her. She wants to use this project as a comeback. After everything she had done, after all the schemes and gossip, now sh

The buzz of the film set was now loud enough to drown out most thoughts. Crew members rushed around, lugging equipment, checking cameras, and adjusting lights that cast sharp beams across the stage. The earlier tension caused by Raymond’s unwanted drama was still lingering, but the producers had made it clear... they weren’t going to waste any more time. “Alright, everyone, back to positions! Let’s keep the energy up. Cameras are hot in five minutes!” shouted Martin, one of the assistant directors, his voice carrying above the chatter. There was a collective sigh of relief that they were finally moving on. Actors who had been lounging on folding chairs jumped up and began smoothing their costumes, while the hair and makeup teams dashed in for last-minute touch-ups. Most of the cast had already finished their scenes for the day, so all eyes were now on Rachael and Veronica, the duo whose upcoming scene had been hyped for weeks. The plot had placed them at the center of the film

The set reset itself like clockwork, but the energy in the room was anything but professional. Everyone... from the directors, producers, and lighting crew, perched on ladders to the actors huddled behind the monitors... was braced for impact. Nobody trusted Rachael to keep her word after the first two slaps. Evelyn folded her arms, her sharp gaze fixed on the two actresses. “Alright, let’s try this again. Remember... controlled. Rachael, you don’t need to prove anything by hitting harder. Veronica reacts naturally, just as rehearsed. Cameras ready?” “Ready,” came the chorus from the crew. Cassie, standing near the monitors with Daniel, Evan, and Lila at her side, leaned forward slightly. Her stomach was a knot of unease. She wanted to believe Rachael would rein herself in, but she knew better. “Quiet on set!” Martin barked. “Scene twenty-seven, take two. And… action!” The scene began the same as before: Rachael’s character pacing furiously, hurling accusations, while V