My Darling Superstar
And now, she had kissed Charles Adam.
She had given them the perfect weapon.
Emily’s fingers hovered over the screen.
Then she typed:
“Okay. I’ll come.”
She hit send.
No hesitation.
She couldn’t afford it.
She had to face whoever was behind this.
Alone.
The next day, Emily slipped out of the mansion before the world had fully woken. The halls were still cloaked in shadows, the staff still asleep, and the city outside was wrapped in a soft, golden hush. It was just past 5 a.m., and the sky was painted in streaks of lavender and rose, the sun barely peeking over the horizon.