Semua Bab The Man I Should Hate Is My Sponsor: Bab 1 - Bab 10

~Maria Pov~ I knew I was living a happy life when unexpected misfortune struck. It was my twentieth birthday. Being on set had always been my dream, and as an upcoming actress, I'd finally landed my first real gig. It was only a side role, but it was my first drama. Then my reality became a drama of its own. Phones began buzzing across the set, one after another. At first I thought it had something to do with production. It wasn't. It was gossip — and behind it, I caught the sound of my family name. It was like a hurricane. The Moore family, involved in slush funds, illegal drugs, and murder. Watching people talk, I could feel myself losing breath. Maybe it's a lie, I told myself. Then my phone rang — and I saw the one person who wouldn't call unless there was an emergency: my mother. Picking up the phone, her voice was ragged, but one thing was clear. "Maria, don't come home. Your dad and I will handle—" She said something else after that, but I can't remember a word of it.

Maria Pov~It was this easy, I thought, looking down at the script handed to me by the head of the company I worked for."Told you, you'd eventually get a break. This is amazing ... this drama is going to be a major hit, and they asked specifically for you," he said, smiling brightly. I knew he always tried his best to get me good roles, but people never wanted to get involved with an actress tied to a corrupt family."This is good, right?" he said. I nodded, looking back down at the script. It read To My Moon. It was a popular novel, and a role in this was a ticket to the top — I was to be the lead actress.Now I understood why mother had always been so obsessed with money.The next day, I was surrounded by the cast, directors, and everyone else involved in the drama.My eyes caught Teresa. She was a top actress in the field, and as a fan of hers, I naturally wanted to greet her — but she didn't seem interested in that.The meeting was simple. They talked about how hectic the next fe

Maria Pov~"Is something wrong?" the makeup artist asked. My gaze was on my phone, refreshing my call log — I'd called the same number so many times since last night that I'd actually lost count."Sorry," I said, putting my phone down so as not to disturb her work. I caught my reflection in the mirror; my eyes looked dull from not sleeping properly.After Lewis dropped me off that morning, I found out I had an interview — one my manager had somehow missed — and it had become something of an emergency."You look so pretty," she said, her smile bright, and I couldn't help but smile back. "I'm actually a fan," she continued.It's possible to have fans, I thought — the first two episodes that had been released had gotten positive feedback."Could I get your... autograph after?" she asked, and I simply nodded, my gaze drifting back to my phone.A few minutes passed, and the door opened. My manager rushed in, phone pressed to her ear, already talking before she'd fully stepped inside."They

~Lewis Pov~ The door opened, and I walked into the ceremony to the sound of applause rising around the room. Vivienne's shoulders lifted the moment she saw me. Beside her stood Benjamin Halcyon, her father, visibly pleased that I'd shown up. I moved to stand beside her as the MC launched into some announcement he seemed to think necessary. I reached into my pocket, pulled out the ring box, and opened it. Vivienne's expression shifted the second she saw it, and she turned to look up at me. "Where's your ring," she asked, forcing her unsatisfied look into something closer to a smile. "I lost it," I said, her smile breaking away. She snatched the ring box out of my hand, ready to throw it in my face, but Benjamin caught her wrist. "We can discuss this later," he whispered. "This isn't over," she said, composing herself, adjusting her clothing. "You wouldn't be happy getting engaged to me," I said, as we both turned to face the camera, the flashes already going off. "You are mine

~Maria Pov~ My reflection in the mirror wasn't anything I hadn't seen before. I was wearing a long black gown that hugged my body without feeling too tight. The thin straps rested lightly on my shoulders, while the open back left my skin exposed to the cool air. The dress fell all the way to the floor. My black hair was loose, falling over my shoulders in slightly messy waves. I had kept everything else simple — just enough makeup to look presentable, and a pair of earrings to complete the look. I glanced at the jacket hanging beside me. I was going to need it if I didn't want to freeze. "Are you done?" my manager said, knocking. I'd told her about the invitation to the Elite Awards, and she'd insisted to take me there herself. I'd also informed my agency head, who was delighted to offer any assistance I needed. "Yes," I said, and the door opened. "You look stunning," she said, and I let out a little laugh. "There won't be any issues with me attending, right?" I asked.