บททั้งหมดของ I am Mrs. Ballmer: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

It was a legendary and dangerous technique that only elite actors could master. It consisted of using one's own aura, gaze, and rhythm to mentally crush one's scene partner. The dominant actor would “suck” all the air out of the room, making the other feel small, watched, and panicked, leading to abnormal mistakes and mental blocks.Helena wasn't just acting well; she was waging a silent psychological war. She destroyed Sabrina's mind without saying a word outside the script.“I can't use my ‘tricks’ just like that, out of the blue!” Helena rolled her eyes. “This technique consumes a lot of energy and affects the progress of filming.”I needed the perfect situation. Today's scene, with the direct confrontation, was the ideal stage to subdue Sabrina. She asked for it.Josh shuddered slightly, remembering old and unhappy memories.“So... I should feel very honored, right?” He curved his lips

In the kitchen of Josh's mansion.Helena was laughing, watching Josh try to chop onions without crying (and failing miserably), when her phone rang.“Hello? Henrique?”On the other end, the deep, direct voice sounded:“I saw your message. Did something happen?”“Oh, no!” Helena replied quickly, trying to sound casual.“Did you see the message? Please remember to show it to Mateo, okay? I don't want him to worry.”“I showed it to him.” A short pause. “Where are you?”The question was simple, but laden with authority.Helena looked at Josh, who was now wearing sunglasses to cut vegetables, striking a ridiculous pose to make her laugh.“Um... I'm at Josh's house,” she admitted. “I have some work stuff to sort out with him, and since he just got back to the country and was complaining about loneliness, I'm having dinner here to w

Henrique discreetly summoned the family butler and ordered him to take Axel's “body” back home safely. With his noisy brother removed, he got up and walked quietly toward the living room.The scene that presented itself before his eyes made the tyrant's heart skip a beat, for on the TV screen, the words “Game Over” flashed softly. On the sofa, Helena and Mateo were lying, fast asleep, tangled up in each other.Henrique slowed his pace, approaching as one would approach a sacred work of art.The girl held the small, soft “white bun” in her protective arms. Her face was relaxed, devoid of the masks she wore during the day. That picture of domestic peace was so powerful that it would make any man want to renounce all fame, money, and prestige just to be able to lie there, in silence, beside them for the rest of his life.In the dining room, Josh, who was struggling to keep his eyes open, watched the scene through the haze of alcohol and saw Henrique lean over Helena. His uncle's face was

“So what?” She shrugged, feigning indifference. “Mateo was sleeping too, right? Henrique probably didn't want to wake up the house. And since Mateo is possessive, he must have insisted that his father take me. You know how that kid is.”Josh almost fainted from frustration. This woman's wall of denial was made of titanium.“Helena, for God's sake! Could you be a little less naive? Henrique clearly has ulterior motives! No man carries his nephew's ex-girlfriend in his arms just to be ‘polite’! He wants you!”Helena let out a long sigh of exhaustion. She put her arms around Josh's shoulders, like a comrade in arms.“Little brother... listen to your big sister.” She spoke with the utmost sincerity in the world. “I'm aiming for the stars. I want to win awards, I want to be the best screenwriter and actress in this country. I'm not going to put my life on hold for any man, whether he's a famous

If she posted a tweet forgiving Sabrina now, the reputation she had worked so hard to clean up would be in tatters again. Forgive someone like Sabrina when the crowd wanted her blood? Did they really think she was foolish?Camila almost choked on Helena's words.Sabrina, who had calmed down, exploded again:“Helena! Who are you calling a rabid dog?! Speak clearly! You...”“Enough!” Antonio Andrade interrupted the circus. He looked at Sabrina coldly. “There's no need to post an apology.”“Really?” Sabrina's expression lit up with hope.But Antonio continued, relentless:“Sabrina, write a letter explaining that you are retiring.”Sabrina shouted, incredulous:“Why?! Are you forcing me to retire from the entertainment world? Why do I have to leave?! I'm not going to write that letter!”Antonio's expression showed exhaustion and impatience.“By letting you write this and leave on your own, I'm already granting you a little dignity! Don't waste this favor!”“What's wrong with being support