Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Girl He Wasn’t Supposed to Want : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

“Benji ! Put me down it will drain your strength !” Emma laughed, swatting at him as he spun her around. “We’re in public” “No one’s here,” Benji said, grinning ear to ear. He finally set her down, still holding her shoulders. “I requested everyone to leave. It’s just me and you back here right now.” Emma blinked. “You… you cleared the backstage?” “Yeah. I needed to see you without a crowd.” He kissed her cheek again. “I told you could do it. Did you see what you just did?” Benji kept hugging her, tight, like he was afraid she’d disappear. Emma finally pushed him back, half laughing, half exasperated. “Benji, stop. I’m tired. We’re in public” “There is no public right now,” he said, pulling her back in. “Come here. You’re my friend. My little, little baby girl.” Emma rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “Benji, stop. I’m not a kid.” Emma went quiet for a second, then her face got serious. “Any problem?benji asked Emma’s expression shifted. She got serious too.

Back at the dorn Rebecca stood , fists clenched, face twisted in a frown. She was expecting to run into Emma at the door. She’d rehearsed what she’d done . But Emma’s bed was empty. Sheets still made. Like she’d never been there. Rebecca’s jaw tightened. She kept pacing, getting more irritated by the second. The fact that Emma’s application had been submitted late, and she still performed like that… it burned. “How dare that girl,” Rebecca muttered under her breath. “How dare she take my shine.” yes. She dare to take your shine.”Marriam added faith Rebecca’s roommate, sat on her bed, scrolling her phone. “Wait. Just stop, Rebecca. Come on.” She set the phone down. “She didn’t take your shine. You did very well. Besides, Alex complimented you. So what do you want?” Rebecca stopped pacing and stared at the wall. “Nothing. I hate to see that girl do well. I hate to see her perform well. I hate to see her nail all the little things. How dare she take it.” faith sighed. “Come on. So

Emma walked back from the coffee shop to the dorm and immediately felt the silence. Not the normal kind. The kind where a hallway full of people suddenly goes quiet the second you appear. She walked through the crowd to her room, heart pounding. The door pushed open and the room was empty. Just Faith sitting on her bed, scrolling through her phone like nothing happened. Emma checked Jessica’s space. Empty. Rebecca’s space. Empty. She moved closer to Faith. “Faith… where are the others?” No reply. The room stayed silent. “Faith, I’m talking to you,” Emma said, voice quieter now. “Can’t you see I don’t want to talk to you?” Faith finally snapped, not looking up. “If you want to know about Jessical and Rebecca ask them. Not me. "That’s what I’m saying.emma’s voice dropped to a whisper. “They’re not here. That’s why I’m asking where they are.” Faith finally looked up, expression flat. “Well, you really want to know where they are? They’re not here. And it’s because of you,

At exactly 4:00 AM, a private lounge on the 22nd floor in New York hummed with low music and the clink of glasses. Light alcohol sweated on the tables. This was the kind of room where deals were sealed between laughs and half finished drinks. Benji sat close to the bar, drink untouched, eyes locked on the elevator. Timothy was sprawled on a low couch with a girl on his lap, both of them laughing at something too low to repeat. The rest of the Soundwave crew were scattered around, trading stories from shoots and callbacks. It had been months since they’d all been in the same room. The energy was loose. Cocky. “Alex isn’t coming,” Timothy said, loud enough to cut through the laughter. “He never comes to places like this.” Benji didn’t look away from the elevator. “I don’t know. He might. He might not. Party continues either way.” “If Luther comes, he will,” one of the guys muttered. “Alex and Luther are close.” “I didn’t invite Luther,” Benji said flatly. “That guy and chicks a

At the door stood Maya and Emma. Maya looked like she owned the room already gown cut dangerously short, thighs bare, makeup sharp enough to cut glass, confidence rolling off her in waves. Emma was different. Her dress fell just below the knee, modest, but the slim straps left her shoulders bare. She kept tugging at the hem, adjusting, trying to make herself smaller, more covered. Maya pulled her phone out to text Benji, but a voice cut through the moment. “Hey, girls. Over here.” They turned, plastered on polite smiles, and started toward the table. The smiles slipped the closer they got. Because Benji hadn’t been exaggerating. These weren’t just people. David the dancer who broke the internet last month. John the singer whose voice was on every playlist. Timothy Hollywood’s next big thing. Benji leading man, box office draw. Luther renowned surgeon, name on every elite patient list. And Alex businessman, doctor, and rumor said this people were billionaire