บททั้งหมดของ The Tycoon's Leading Lady: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

KAYLAI stared at myself in the dressing room mirror, my face completely bare. I was early. I was sitting in the quiet room, waiting for the makeup artist to arrive so we could begin. I have a TV appearance today to promote my upcoming projects. Just another day of being Kayla Danes, the actress.My manager had already packed my schedule tight. She'd been saying yes to every invitation for me to appear alone, without Derek. They were finally working on building my career separate from our love team. That should have been the plan from the beginning, but then the series became a huge hit, and the 'Derek and Kayla' phenomenon took over.I haven't heard from Derek since the wedding. I heard they had moved to Dubai from Barcelona for another taping, but honestly, the thought of him had been absent from my mind. The old thoughts were suddenly gone, replaced, oddly, by thoughts of Corvin.I haven't talked to him either. No calls, no texts, nothing. He was sticking to his promise: we should

KAYLA “See? I told you you’d nail it!” Alvin said, his voice bright and full of energy. He sounded so genuinely happy for me that I couldn't help but smile. After all the drama and stress from earlier in the day, his cheerful mood was exactly what I needed. We stepped back onto the set to try the scene one more time. This time, the magic was there. We finished the shot in just one take, and the scenes that followed went perfectly. It felt like the weight on my shoulders had finally lifted. As I walked towards my dressing tent, I took a deep breath of the cool night air. I had to keep reminding myself that I am stronger than my problems. My acting career is growing every day, and I worked too hard to get here. I can't let my personal life or my mistakes ruin my future. By 9:00 PM, the director finally called a wrap, and we were done for the day. “How about I see you in a few minutes?” Alvin asked when we reached the entrance of my tent. Through the flap, I could see my assistant,

CORVINI buried myself in work. I thought that if I stayed busy enough, I could eventually get her out of my head. Every single contract that lands on my desk goes through a brutal review. I read every word, every sentence, and every tiny detail before my signature ever touches the paper. I’m looking for mistakes, but really, I’m just looking for a way to keep my brain occupied.Every meeting I attend, I make sure to be the loudest voice. I ask every question I have, even the ones I already know the answers to. I push my team, I push my partners, and I push myself until I’m exhausted. When I go on business trips, I’m a perfectionist. I ensure everything goes exactly according to the plan. If there is a gap in the schedule, I fill it with more work. I don't want a single second of free time.I tried my absolute best to bury the thought of Kayla in the very back of my mind. I wanted to put her in a box, lock it, and hide the key where I could never find it.But it doesn’t work. No matte

KAYLAThe camera lights finally dimmed, signaling the end of another long day on set. As the crew began the familiar ritual of packing up cables and reflectors, I found my thoughts drifting back to Corvin again.How was he? What was he doing at this exact moment? I found myself craving his company, not just his presence, but the way he made me feel. He had unlocked parts of me I didn’t know existed, leaving behind a void that no amount of work could seem to fill.“So… I heard Derek and his team just wrapped their shoot in Dubai?”The voice belonged to Alvin, who stepped into my dressing tent with a familiar, grumbling tone. I came here to rest for a few minutes after the early shoot. A few weeks ago, I thought things might be awkward between us given what happened at the bar, but Alvin had surprised me. He had become a genuine friend and a confidant. I was deeply grateful to have someone to talk to about the "Derek situation." He was the only one who knew the truth. I couldn't risk t

KAYLAThe private jet made a soft, steady sound as it flew through the sky, the kind of quiet hum that reminded you just how expensive everything was. I leaned back in the wide cream leather seat and held a cold glass of sparkling water in my hand. For the first time in three years, no one was sitting beside me fixing my lipstick, whispering reminders about what to say on camera, or nudging me to smile wider. Most importantly, Derek wasn’t there.I know I’m going there for a job, but honestly, this doesn’t feel like a job. It feels like a vacation and to me that is already a luxury.“You actually look relaxed,” Maddie said, glancing up from her tablet. “Like you can finally breathe.”“I think I forgot how to,” I said honestly, looking out the window at the soft white clouds. “I’ve been very busy the past few days shooting, guesting, and stuff like that. We deserve this break, you know.”“Yeah, it does feel like it’s not work. It’s a vacation,” Maddie replied.I looked at her with a s