High above the glittering madness of Bayhaven Heights, Grayson sat in his office, an absolute marvel of power and intrigue. A dim light glided across mahogany furniture while the distant city noises made background sounds.The light reflected on his amber drink as he sat back in the leather chair. The rippling analytical pattern of his calculating icy blue gaze swept across the sprawling, horizon—wide plane of the city as if it contained the answers to questions only he had the nerve to ask.The press conference had gone precisely as he anticipated it would.Scarlet Sinclair had taken her tentative first steps back into the fizzling limelight, her confidence so carefully curated to conceal the raw fragility he knew still lay underneath. She stood effortless, enigmatic—a goddess among mere mortals, a human of wonder the world couldn’t help but be fascinated with, whether it welcomed her or not.Grayson smirked to himself.He hadn’t invested in Scarlet simply because she was talented—b
In the quiet penthouse dining room, the clinking of cutlery on fine china was audible, a serene yet lonely setting for the two people sitting at its far end chairs. A large and long table, draped in a white linen cloth with utmost precision and adorned with an intricate floral arrangement that created symmetry between the two. Grayson occupied the front seat, his posture firm and commanding, while Scarlet positioned herself at the far end, her gaze fixed on something but her disposition composed. The stillness was almost oppressive. Scarlet had grown used to this routine—dinners shared in silence, the atmosphere heavy with the weight of unsaid words. Privacy was her preference, a decision she’d made early on. No maids bustling about, no assistants fluttering in the background. It was only the two of them, a dynamic she had demanded when she moved to the penthouse. Grayson had, to be fair, respected her wishes, yet it frequently made the room seem more vacant than it should be.
Scarlet leaned against the smooth leather of the inside of the vehicle, lightly setting down on her legs. Beyond the tinted glass, the city throbbed with its normal vitality, but her mind was elsewhere. The vehicle moved with the professional air of the driver in charge, and she rehearsed the serene smile she'd wear. The day mattered, and Scarlet Sinclair had always been if nothing, ready. Her stomach clenched when she parked outside the gleaming glass-fronted exterior of Crown Entertainment. A throng of reporters, paparazzi and wannabe fans jostled for a view, eager faces a mad flash of microphones, cameras and light. Scarlet never faltered, but internally she was a rolling cauldron of nervousness. The car stopped. "Scarlet! Scarlet! What’s your next project?" "What do you say to the rumors about your marriage?" "Can you confirm you’re set to star in any upcoming films or series?" Scarlet moved forward, ignoring the barrage of questions. Her face was serene
Scarlet looked down at the title on the script in her hands: “Glass Roses.” Her fingers brushed lightly over the page, and she was already mesmerized. The play took place in the early 1900s — a world of ornamented decadence and dark ambition.Scarlet’s character was Melissa Woods, and she was captivating.Melissa was an artist—brilliant but also manipulative. Melissa rose to fame by making friends with, and sabotaging, her rivals in the art world. But when her rivals began to vanish under strange circumstances, suspicion started to close in on her like vultures. The themes spilled out into her consciousness: obsession, rivalry, secrets, and the cost of greatness. Melissa was no ordinary villain; she was a study in contradictions: charming but horrible, naive but cunning. Scarlet felt the challenge surging through her.This was completely different from everything she had ever done. For years, Scarlet had been the heroine, the woman that audiences loved and cheered for. But now?
Scarlet’s reflection felt foreign to her, like stepping into a different life, only to return and find herself unrecognizable. And like the woman she once was had become something alien and out of reach, submerged in the transformation.The black glossy wig wasn’t just an accessory—it was armor, a wall separating her present self from her former self, hiding, not exposing.The discomfort was, as they say, deep, as if every strand of hair contained a truth she was unprepared to confront.Melissa Woods was no mere character, but a transformation.The vivid red lipstick, the sly smile—each characteristic served to distance Scarlet from her authentic self, replacing it with something powerful, unusual, and deep. The bodice, tight and unyielding, carried her back to the early 1900s, a history she had never lived but now felt driven to embody. The transformation wasn't just physical. It was deeper.She traced a finger along the edge of the script resting on the dresser, the title "Glass R
The Crown Entertainment boardroom was a refined center of authority and sway. The walls, embellished with stylish contemporary art, mirrored the room's vibrancy. A sizable, polished mahogany table extended across the area, its top shining beneath the overhead lighting. Numerous notable individuals gathered at the table, each a crucial contributor to the empire that Crown Entertainment had evolved into. At the top of the table, Beckett Flynn, the CEO of Crown Entertainment.Grayson of Titan Holdings maintained a composed yet commanding demeanor. “Good morning,” Beckett started, his rich voice exuding a sense of calm assurance. He was a person who seldom squandered words, his choices precise and deliberate. "I hope you’ve all checked out the recent footage from our forthcoming project, Glass Roses?" There was a gentle wave of agreement in the room as various board members that had their heads tilted, their faces engaged.“I must say, I’m rather impressed,” said a more senior board
The weeks after the commencement of production on Glass Roses seemed like an unending array of obstacles for Scarlet Sinclair. Every day challenged her endurance, her emotional range, and her dedication to the role she had accepted. The weight of portraying Melissa Woods—a talented, cunning artist in a historical drama—was overwhelming, yet with each day that went by, Scarlet immersed herself in the character more profoundly than she had ever imagined. Dawn brought a significant burden of anticipation, while the nights were packed with tiring rehearsals that wore her out, to be succeeded by additional grueling takes the following day. There were times when the unyielding speed nearly got the better of her, but she concealed it well. Each scene, each piece of dialogue, every interaction between her and Ethan—who portrayed Robert Turner—was a chance to challenge herself more. To prove to the world, and to herself, that she was more than the actress they thought they knew.Melissa wa
Grayson occupied his spacious office, a refuge of glass and steel towering over the urban skyline. The sight was stunning—his empire extending in all directions, a reflection of his dreams and aspirations. However, his attention wasn’t directed at the glimmering horizon. He was focused on the open laptop before him, which displayed a slideshow of articles, images, and reports in rotation. Scarlet Sinclair's name floated up frequently, and the upcoming film, Glass Roses, was a point of interest.The headlines were decisive: she was shaking things up, challenging fundamental beliefs and showing her detractors that they were wrong.Grayson tilted back in his chair, lacing his fingers together.Supporting Scarlet was not a purely personal decision —it was a calculated investment .His fingers drummed a rhythm on the desk.The desire for revenge was just as high as in the previous years, but the goal could not be achieved through force.It took organization, determination and grit.Grays
The internet was a battlefield.Sydney Harper and Max Davis’s interview on Let’s Talk With Laura Show had done exactly what it was meant to—ignite a firestorm of controversy. Social media was ablaze, with people dissecting every single word they had said.Hashtags #TeamSydney and #TeamScarlet dominated Twitter trends, fueling endless debates. Every clip, every smirk, and every carefully rehearsed response was analyzed frame by frame.On one side, Sydney’s supporters praised her for her “grace” and “honesty.”“Sydney is so strong. You can tell she wanted to say more but held back. That’s real class.”“Sydney is so classy. You can tell she really cared about Scarlet once. She’s just worried about her.”“Scarlet has always been a mean girl. This just proves it.”“She didn’t drag Scarlet, but let’s be real—she COULD have. Sydney took the high road, and I respect her for that.”“Not Sydney being the bigger person while Scarlet hides? LMAO.”But Scarlet’s defenders weren’t backing down.“Y
The vibrant lights of Let's Talk With Laura Show illuminated the sleek, contemporary set while the crowd burst into applause. The camera moved over enthusiastic faces, capturing the thrill in the room as the show resumed after a commercial break. The excitement was palpable — everyone realized this was the interview they had long anticipated. The cherished hostess Laura Hollis rested in her signature velvet chair, her inviting yet keen expression just as it ought to be. She bent forward, smiling at the camera. "Welcome once again to the Let's Talk With Laura Show! Now, tonight’s guests need no introduction—fashion’s reigning queen and one of Stardom Heights' most sought-after actors. Please give a big welcome to Sydney Harper and Max Davis!”The crowd stood up and clapped when they saw Sydney and Max come on stage. Sydney was in a white silk dress that clung to her perfectly, her long blonde hair hung down her back.She greeted, very confident, in her signature smile and painted
A phone call woke Scarlet with a jarring noise early in the morning. Daylight creeping through the curtains made her moan while she extended her hands to find her phone.She stumbled over the sheets before finally catching hold of it.It was like a torrent had hit her screen, missed calls, messages, notifications— they swept over her page like an avalanche.She narrowed her eyes at the caller ID.Darren.“Hello?” Her voice was groggy, thick with sleep.“Scarlet, have you seen what’s going on?” His voice was tense.Scarlet sat up, rubbing her eyes. “No. What are you talking about?”Darren hesitated. “It’s bad. It’s best if you don’t look.”Her gut clenched. "Darren, what's wrong?”A long sigh. “Just…stay off your phone for now.”That only made her more curious. As soon as their call ended, another notification popped up—a text from Alina.Alina: Stay strong. No matter what. They can’t bring you down.Scarlet’s pulse quickened. She clicked on Twitter, her name sitting at the top of
Sydney Harper sat in her apartment with a delicate champagne glass between her fingers while the city lights glimmered against the gold liquid. Her phone sent nonstop vibrations on the marble table but she knew every aspect of the ongoing discussions without checking her Twitter notifications or screen. Scarlet Sinclair.And worse? They weren’t just talking about Scarlet. They were talking about them. Together.Suffice to say, it was a shocker.When she initially got the invitation to walk for Maison Rouge, and saw Scarlet’s name there, too, she laughed aloud.It had been ages since she last saw Scarlet face to face. And yet, here they were, about to share a runway as if the past two years had never happened.Sydney had to act unbothered, had to hold her own when she finally saw Scarlet at the fitting. But inside? She had raged.Because Scarlet looked good. Too good.Jealousy. Rage. Envy.It was always about Scarlet. Scarlet. Scarlet.Sydney released a steady breath, her
In the lead-up to the Maison Rouge fashion show, there were fittings and rehearsals and styling sessions. The atmosphere in the brand’s private studio was electric. Designers dashed between racks of couture, tailors deftly pinned and adjusted fabrics with geometric precision, and stylists huddled regarding the perfect accessories.The air reeked of luxury — fine silks, wistful perfumes, wrinkle-free clothes.Scarlet entered the changing-room, welcomed by the buzz of sewing machines and muted conversations.She was taken to a private chamber, full of breathtaking clothes — silk, sequins, stiff corsets, feathered flourishes.Each piece was designed to shock on the runway.As she stroked the fabric of an intricate beaded bodice, the energy in the room changed.A different presence occupied the space.Scarlet recognized the presence without needing to turn around.Sydney Harper.A hush swept through the stylists as Scarlet caught Sydney’s reflection in the mirror. The pair stared each ot
A vibration of an email notification beeped on Scarlet’s phone. Stretched out on the couch, she was perched against a cozy warm blanket, viewing one of her old favorites on TV. It was one of the first films she had done, a memory of having a long way to come and all she had to undergo to be back in the industry. She absentmindedly picked up her phone, in the hope that it was a call from Grayson or something on social media.Her eyes skimmed over the sender: Maison Rouge Official.Maison Rouge?Her heart missed a beat. The brand ranked among the most prominent luxury fashion houses, known for its spectacular runway presentations and celebrity clientele. Scarlet's interest was aroused when she opened the mail. “Subject: Exclusive Invitation – Maison Rouge Fashion ShowDear Scarlet Sinclair,We are excited to announce an exclusive opportunity to walk in our featured Maison Rouge Fashion Show! Your elegant grace, stature and beauty match precisely what we are designing for this upcom
Standing outside the expensive restaurant with her hands in her coat pockets, Scarlet stood. She focused solely on her racing heartbeat as the wind blew and cars made muffled sounds in the background.Two years.She hadn't seen her mother for two whole years. Two years had passed since she escaped from the restrictive life that had governed her existence through most of her years. Septic texts had been neglected for weeks until she eventually consented to meet. The large hat and big sun shades occupied her hands while she took deep breaths to steady herself. The stakes were too high to permit any mistakes from her side.She was already dealing with enough without the media adding another problem to the mix. Before Scarlet came to the restaurant she remembered what Grayson had said. ‘She didn’t owe them anything.’She kept repeating those words in her head as she stepped into the restaurant. The warm and tranquil parts of the building stood opposite its frosty exterior. F
The internet was on fire. Scarlet’s appearance at Alina’s event had set off another round of speculation, and this time, it wasn’t just about her. Now, people were analyzing every detail—every glance, every interaction, every second she’d spent with Darren and his sister.‘Is she trying to get close to Darren’s family?’‘Is this her way of making their relationship public?’‘Scarlet Sinclair is playing the long game, and we’re here for it.’‘Why else would she attend such a personal event for Alina Flores?’Entertainment news sites dissected every detail, fueling speculation with side-by-side photos of Scarlet and Darren from the event."First, they star in Glass Roses together, then they land the Améline Couture campaign, and now she’s showing up for his sister’s big night? Connect the dots, people.""There’s no way Scarlet would have attended if she wasn’t close to Darren. She’s never been one to do things without a reason.""This is classic Stardom Heights. Keep it low-key, let the
The internet frenzy did not appear to be letting up. The Scarlet and Darren rumor had grown overnight, taking over all gossip sites, news outlets, and fan boards. Photos from their Améline Couture campaign shoot were analyzed like evidence in a courtroom. Clips from Glass Roses resurfaced, fans dissecting every glance, every touch, every unscripted moment between them.It was absurd. No matter how many times she had made it clear that her marriage was private, people refused to accept it. She could handle the rumors, but what about Darren? It wasn’t fair for his name to be dragged into this mess.Her phone buzzed. A message from Alina."Scarlet! I hope you can still make it tonight. I'm super happy! Don't mind the loud noise. Can't wait to see you there.❤️”Scarlet looked at the text for a bit, then put her phone aside.She was going. A rumor wasn’t about to dictate her choices.She found Grayson in his office, lost in work.He had on a close-fitting black dress shirt with rolle