I M Really A Superstar นิยาย & เรื่องราว

We only want the truth? M👧: You don't want the truth! You want a story. You take a good normal person and turn then into your own reality show. You built him up into a big celebrity just so you can tear him down in public, just so you can sell magazines and TV Shows, that's really sick. The Antonio that you are so obsessed with, he's caring, honest and loving. Yes I worked for him. The Billionaire Italian God, you follow around like lost puppies, I promise you, I am not his Mistress and I wouldn't want to be. I am not obsessed with him like you are. So congratulations you've built your celebrity but you have recked the human being inside.

I had never sat this close to him. Then he spoke out of the blue. "Do you want to trample upon them? Henry, Chloe, and all your bullies. Do you want to make them pay?" I froze, blinking my eyes as confusion shot through me. "What if I told you I could reshape your life? Make your dream real?" He offered, his eyes blank. "I'll make everyone who's ever laughed at you, beg to be in your presence." My lips parted as waves of shock sparked through me. Does that dream exist? Is that even possible to achieve?

Amir said proudly. Amir wasn’t oblivious to the tension between him and Asher. From the way Asher looked at him, Amir could tell that he had feelings for Sofia. He was used to others being attracted to his girlfriend, but this time, Amir felt irritated by Asher. He couldn’t help but feel small in comparison. Unlike Asher, he wasn’t wealthy. He was a simple mechanic from the Sapang Bato Compound in Angeles. His current outfit, one he’d worn repeatedly for special occasions, was far from luxurious.

But then reality slipped back in, sharp and cruel. She let out a shaky laugh, shaking her head. “Who am I fooling? He’s a celebrity… a billionaire… a Lingard. And I’m. Just me. Just Mira.” Her eyes burned, but she forced a smile anyway. A smile that didn’t reach her lips. Still, as De.King’s voice poured into her ears, she couldn’t stop herself from whispering one more time, soft enough that even the walls couldn’t hear: “Maybe someday.”

My dress sat elegantly on my body, untouched by the chaos raging inside me. I looked composed. I still looked beautiful. I looked untouchable. But beneath that surface, I was unraveling. I could still hear Henry's voice. Stay away from her. I laughed bitterly and gripped the edge of my vanity. Who the hell did he think he was? Henry Carter. Sure he was secretly a very wealthy individual and yes, he was a businessman. Henry had hidden behind the cover of the title as Deputy CEO but I had seen beyond the charade. I could tell that Henry was a man with enough power to make people disappear from industries overnight.

'Miss Jing, She is my New Assistant. 'And I belive you guys will give her same respect, as you are giving me.'

'I should show the power befitting of a peak God Rank master. 'I should stop being such a scaredy-cat. 'Who else did he need to be afraid of? 'No! ‘Peak God Rank is the strongest in the world. 'And I'm a peak God Ranker. 'Why should I be afraid?'

Thus, she’d poked and prodded Tiffany into gradually accepting her challenge… “Sir, I have an idea. You’ve made many celebrities famous… Since Mrs. Connor is so beautiful and has such a beautiful voice, can you imagine how famous she would be with your support?” Lucas exclaimed. Zachary had completely relaxed at this point but still seemed ice-cold on the surface. “I’m not in such dire straits that I would need to sell off my wife for profit.” Lucas curled his lips. ‘Alright then! What are famous superstars in the eyes of a huge boss like the Second Master anyway? Nothing but profitable cash cows who earn their keep by selling their talent!’