All Chapters of The Rivalry Clause: Staged Hearts: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The flashbulbs were a strobe light nightmare. Julian felt like a trapped animal, his pulse frantic beneath the skin of his wrist where Leo’s fingers were clamped tight."Smile, Jules," Leo hissed, his face morphing into a mask of tender affection that didn't reach his eyes. "You look like you're heading to your own funeral.""I am," Julian muttered, baring his teeth in what he hoped passed for a charismatic grin. "You’re holding my hand way too hard.""That’s called passion. People like passion. If I let go, they’ll think we’re breaking up.""I hate this. I hate you. I hate that I’m wearing a tuxedo that costs more than my first car to go to an event I’d rather be dead at.""Think of the paycheck," Leo murmured, pulling Julian closer as they reached the black sedan idling at the curb. "Think of the mortgage. Now, stop trembling. You’re ruining the 'power couple' vibe."They slid into the backseat. The silence that followed was suffocating, thick with the scent of Leo’s expensive colog

"One bed. Are you kidding me?" Julian stared at the wooden frame as if it were a biohazard. "There’s literally nowhere else to sleep. Not even a chair."Leo dropped his bag, the heavy thud vibrating through the floorboards. "It’s a rustic retreat, Jules. They don’t cater to prima donnas who need a king-sized mattress and a thread count higher than their IQ.""Don't call me that. And I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you. I’d rather sleep in the trunk of the car.""Go ahead. It’s freezing out there. You’ll be a popsicle by midnight, and I’ll be the one explaining to the studio why their leading man died of exposure." Leo kicked off his boots, his movements annoyingly graceful. "Take the floor if you want. It’s hardwood and probably infested with spiders. Your choice."Julian paced the small, suffocating space. "This is sabotage. Halloway set us up.""Halloway set us up for a PR win. If the fans see us 'getting back to nature' in a cozy little cabin, the gossip columns will go feral.

"They saw everything," Julian repeated, his voice barely a whisper as he stared at the pixelated image of them on the verge of that kiss. "We’re done. This is the end. Halloway is going to hang us from the rafters."Leo didn't panic. He just swiped the phone screen away and leaned back against the leather seat, his jaw set in a hard, dangerous line. "Relax, Jules. It’s not a kiss. It’s ‘stolen intimacy.’ The public loves a forbidden moment. If anything, this just made us more expensive.""Expensive? Leo, people are calling us frauds! Look at the comments section. 'Toxic,' 'Calculated,' 'Fake as a three-dollar bill.' We’re trending for all the wrong reasons.""Let them talk. Attention is currency. You want to stay relevant? You ride the wave.""I want to stay employed, not be the laughingstock of Hollywood."The SUV lurched as it hit a pothole, throwing them briefly together. Julian braced his hands against the center console, keeping a rigid distance. "We have that joint interview wit

Halloway’s smile wasn't a smile; it was a guillotine. She stood in the mouth of the alley, the blue light of her phone screen casting harsh, sickly shadows over her features."Caught you," she purred, her voice dripping with clinical satisfaction.Julian stepped back, his heel scraping against the wet pavement. "How long have you been standing there?""Long enough to hear the revolutionary manifesto," Halloway said, walking closer. Her heels clicked with rhythmic, terrifying precision. "So. 'Writing your own script'? That’s cute. Did you honestly think you were the first pair of vanity-projects to try and dig into the agency's server?"Leo didn't move. He stood in front of Julian, his shoulders squared. "We weren't digging, Halloway. We were just catching our breath after your little ‘crowd control’ experiment went sideways.""My experiment?" Halloway raised an eyebrow. "You’re the ones who signed the contracts. You’re the ones who made the brand worth millions. If the fans get a litt

The echoes of Halloway’s heels faded into the dark, leaving behind a silence that felt like a held breath. Julian stood frozen, his eyes glued to the spot where she had vanished."She’s literally watching us from the shadows now, isn't she?" Julian whispered, his voice trembling.Leo didn't look toward the exit. He kept his gaze locked on Julian, his jaw tight. "Let her watch. If she wants a show, we’ll give her a grand finale.""Are we actually doing this? Total transparency? That’s not a plan, Leo; that’s professional suicide.""Being her puppets was a slow death, Jules. I’d rather go out in flames than spend another year on her leash.""You’re okay with losing everything? The lead roles, the contracts, the status?"Leo stepped closer, closing the distance until their chests almost touched. "I’ve been 'Leo Thorne' for years. I don’t even know if I like the guy. I’d trade every single trophy on my shelf to wake up one morning without looking over my shoulder."Julian searched his eye