Lahat ng Kabanata ng Red Carpet Revenge: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

The lull was soft, familiar, coming from a voice that had cradled him through countless nightmares. Baron drifted toward it, half-asleep, half-dreaming, his mother's hum wrapping around him like a blanket."Hush now, my little star..."Baron's eyes snapped open.The ceiling above him was wrong. Too white. Too clean. No glow-in-the-dark constellations his father had painstakingly glued up when he was five.He shot upright, heart hammering. Where...His hand slapped the mattress beside him.Empty.His tablet, the tablet--was gone!"No, no, no, no!" Baron tore the covers back, scrambled across the unfamiliar sheets, checked under pillows that smelled like lavender and something floral.Nothing.The nightstand. The floor.Nothing.His breath came faster. That tablet held everything. Everything. The only copies of the files he'd compiled!"Miss Vivianne!" He was

The trailer door swung open, and Violet's saccharine voice filled the space before her eyes could adjust to the chaos within."I was looking for you. I wanted to talk to you about yesterday and...oh my, what happened here?" Violet paused, looking around the trailer, her expression shifting to confused concern. It was almost convincing.Almost.Charity looked at them profoundly. Her eyes swept over the trio; Violet's feigned innocence, Wane's barely concealed glee, Carla's nervous fidgeting. She was about to answer, but Wane spoke first."It looked like a thunderstorm brewed in here. Don't worry, we won't tell anyone you don't keep your place...organized." Wane said with half-hearted meaning and a little bit of sarcasm. His eyes glittered with malice, sharp and cruel."Right? Like, it surprised me too." Violet chimed in, then she suggested, "Why don't I ask Carla to bring you some new clothes? There's a cheap costume shop downtown. I heard

Violet's face flickered with annoyance, but she had no choice but to step away. Samuel watched her go, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he turned to face the woman who had just commanded his wife's departure with nothing more than a raised eyebrow."Is everything up to your taste, Madame Athena?" he asked, trying to sound pleasant, though the words came out strained, like a rope pulled too tight.The coldness between them was palpable, and even from a distance, the crew members who had witnessed the exchange could feel the tension radiating from each other. It hung in the air like a storm cloud, heavy and charged with unspoken threats."Second day, and costumes missing," Athena said smugly, the insult without sugarcoating. Her perfectly manicured finger tapped against her crossed arm, each click emphasizing her displeasure. "I invested in this production, Mr. Collins. I expected professionalism."Samuel's forced smile held, hiding the anger simmerin

The words hung between them like a guillotine blade, suspended in the suffocating silence of the town car's leather interior.Violet's smile faltered before she recovered, leaning back against the cream-colored upholstery with practiced nonchalance. Her fingers traced invisible patterns on her designer handbag, a nervous habit she'd never quite managed to break despite years of coaching."You wound me, Sammy." Her voice carried that honeyed cadence she reserved for interviews and award speeches. "After everything we've been through?"Samuel didn't look at her. He kept his gaze fixed on the rain-streaked windshield, watching the wipers carve temporary clarity through the downpour. The city lights reflected off the wet asphalt, creating a kaleidoscope of distorted colors that matched the chaos churning in his chest."Everything we've been through is exactly why I don't trust you," he replied, finally turning to face her.His eyes were tired

"Paige!" His father's voice thundered through the room, each syllable dripping with the kind of authority that had sent lesser men scrambling for cover.But Paige Reed stood his ground.His chin lifted in defiance, jaw set tight, his gaze fixed on the young man seated in the leather chair, open judgment blazing in his eyes. The air between them crackled with tension so thick it felt tangible, like storm clouds gathering before the first strike of lightning."It's alright, Mr. Reeds."Lucas rose from the chair with a grace that seemed almost choreographed, his lanky frame unfolding like a marionette controlled by invisible strings. His voice carried no anger, no resentment, only a resignation so profound it sounded centuries too old for his years."I'm used to it.""Young Master..." Paige's father started, his earlier fury dissolving into something that looked suspiciously like guilt.But Lucas was already moving toward t