บททั้งหมดของ I am Mrs. Ballmer: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

— Henrique? Henrique Ballmer?Helena tried to tap the man on the shoulder, but there was no reaction. He remained motionless, heavy as a marble statue on top of her.After waiting a few agonizing seconds and realizing that he wasn't moving an inch, Helena gathered her courage. With gentle, trembling movements, she pushed his shoulder, finally managing to turn him on his side and free herself from that oppressive weight.The silvery moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating his face.The man lay calmly, his eyes closed and his features relaxed. He looked like a king asleep in his mausoleum, serene and harmless. There was no trace of the terrible, voracious beast that had attacked her seconds ago.Helena blinked, confused. Terror began to give way to perplexity.What the hell is going on here?“Don't tell me...” An absurd thought crossed her mind. “Don't tell me he was... sleepwalking?!”

“Publish an official apology to restore the company's image. Right now!” ordered Tania, spitting out the words with sadistic pleasure.Helena let out a short, cold laugh.“An apology? Are you serious?”She knew the game. Normally, when actors are the target of slander, the agency mobilizes a crisis team to prove their innocence and sue the defamers. Tania, on the other hand, was doing the opposite.Tania didn't want to save the company's image. She wanted to bury Helena alive. An apology would be an admission of guilt. It would be admitting that everything that disgusting blog wrote was true.“That's right,” Tania's voice dripped with venom. "I'd better see that video posted before 8 p.m. today. And make it a video, without makeup, crying.It seems more sincere! Otherwise, just wait until you're kicked off the cast and banned from the industry. When the time comes, not even the Pope will be able to protect

Helena was pressed against the wall, but not violently. Trembling hands held her shoulders.She looked up and saw a familiar face, contorted with concern. Even his golden hair seemed to have lost its shine.“Helena...” Josh Angelito's voice was a hoarse, desperate whisper. His eyes were fixed on the makeshift bandage on her arm. “Your arm... Are you okay? It was me... this is my fault, isn't it?”“It's a minor injury, Josh.” Helena spoke softly, trying to push his hand away. “It's been treated. It's nothing.”“Nothing?!” He looked like he was about to cry with rage. “They took your blood because of me! I'm going out there right now and...”“You're not doing anything!” Helena cut him off, holding his wrist with her good hand. “If you show up now, you'll only confirm the lies.”Josh stared at her, guilt and something deeper burning in his eyes.Josh's face was contorted with pure frustration, his cheeks flushed with contained rage.“Can you believe I already had the text ready? I was go

It was the first time in her life that Sabrina had been unjustly accused (in Helena's case) and justly judged (in the assistant's case) at the same time. Her face turned purple, her breathing became labored, and she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.She raised her hand again, ready to lunge at Helena and end the charade with real violence.But before she could take a step, a firm, cold hand grabbed her wrist in midair.“Sabrina. Stop. Now.”A soft but authoritative voice cut through the tension.It was Camila.She had just arrived on set, running, her designer bag still slung over her shoulder. She had no scenes that day, but she had come to savor Helena's humiliation. She had no idea she would find the opposite scenario: her ally about to commit professional suicide.Idiot! Camila thought. It was a golden opportunity, and she ruined it all with her spoiled child temper!Camila assessed the

Half an hour later.The set was almost empty. Helena had removed her “sick” makeup and was getting ready to leave, exhausted but victorious.The dressing room door opened silently.Camila entered. The mask of the good girl had fallen, revealing her usual cold and calculating face. She crossed her arms over her chest, blocking the exit.“Helena...” Camila began, her voice dripping with disdain. “I really underestimated you. I didn't imagine you would be so cunning as to turn the tables like this.”Helena stopped packing her bag. A slight, ironic smile curved her lips. Her eyes drifted down to Camila's arm, where a bloody scratch—courtesy of Sabrina's outburst—was still visible."Oh, really? I'm the cunning one?Helena took a step forward, blinking with exaggerated innocence.“Funny... Wasn't it you who had that keen and strategic vision, choosing an ally as ‘talented&rs