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, her posture poised,
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
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 boar
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 w
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.Gray
Scarlet stirred from sleep in a chill, her heart racing within her chest like a drum. The dream was clear, a searing mirror of fear. She stood by the cliff's edge, wind loud in her ears. Then, she felt an unseen force push her.Even after she got up in the dark, that sensation of falling wouldn't go away. She worked to calm herself and steady her breath.She looked at the clock: the hour was 2:47am.Rest was no longer an option now. Tossing the covers aside she slid to the floor silently, her feet touching the floor of the penthouse cold to the bone. She went into the kitchen quietly, her thoughts racing with images from the dream and the quiet darkness of the night.The kitchen lights were low, and long shadows fell across the floor. She halted in amazement at what she saw.Grayson was seated on the counter, his wide shoulders illuminated by the gentle light.In front of him lay a glass of golden liquid, and the sweet ring of smoke from a cigarette in the ashtray next to it hung
Scarlet was in her dressing room, the atmosphere charged with excitement. At last, the night was here—the big show of Glass Roses and the grand red carpet event that cheered her winning return. Her stylist, Lydia, worked on her with care, every brush and fix made to turn Scarlet into an image of perfect looks. "Take a deep breath," Lydia said in a soft voice, calm while she fixed the fabric on Scarlet's dress. The dress was like a piece of art—a gold dream that made Scarlet’s smooth skin and auburn hair stand out.It fit her close, the soft glow of the fabric shining with each move."I am breathing," Scarlet said back, but her shaky voice revealed her anxiety. She sat back in her seat, letting Lydia put the last bits on her makeup. A soft dark eye with a bright red lip turned her into a picture of beauty and sureness. But under the calm look, her mind was all mixed up. She had put in a lot of time into this role—studying Melissa Woods, shaping her ways, and getting right into t
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
Scarlet awakened to the low droning of the television and the soft, muted light of morning flooding her curtained room. Stretching, she cleared the sleep from her eyes, and picked up the remote. One click raised the volume, and the soft room was flooded by the familiar sounds coming from a music channel.She listened to it in the background while she entered the bathroom, her body ached somewhat from the exhaustion of running all these weeks.Warm water rushed over her body and she sighed, aware of the text messages she hadn’t been answering. Her mother. Again.‘Should I meet them?’Scarlet had spent the last two years pretending her family didn’t exist, convincing herself she had no reason to look back. But the weight of those unread messages lingered like an invisible chain around her neck.Life was exhausting enough without adding family drama into the mix.Shaking the thought away, she finished up and stepped out, wrapping a towel around her damp body. She picked up another to
The penthouse was poorly lit, no surprise considering the bright, chaotic day Scarlet had just had. The distant roar of the bustling city outside felt muted, leaving behind only the soft creaking of the penthouse settling in the night.With a sigh of relief, she kicked off her heels and exhaustion took over her like a heavy blanket.She tossed her bag onto the nearest chair, then ran a hand through her hair and rolled the stiffness out of her shoulders.The campaign shoot was hard—it ran on for hours under bright lights, and there was a lot of stress on her. Now, she just wished for some time alone to relax.She thought she'd be on her own.But as she looked over at Grayson's office, she saw a soft light coming out into the hall.That was unusual.Intrigued, she stepped closer, and looked through the open door.Grayson was surrounded by papers on his desk while his laptop screen showed through his glasses.Grayson wore a black T-shirt tapered around his defined muscles which combined
The announcement took the world by storm. Scarlet Sinclair, the new face of Améline Couture. Even Scarlet was shocked when she first heard it. She had known about the discussions, the initial talks of a possible partnership, but she hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly—or so publicly.Améline Couture, the epitome of high-end fashion, blending vintage sophistication with modern glamour, had officially chosen her to be the face of their newest campaign.Their press release swept across the industry within minutes:“Over the years Améline Couture has maintained its ongoing legacy of delivering elegance through powerful transformation. Scarlet Sinclair perfectly represents all the qualities which Améline Couture stands for. She represents power through acting skills while embodying strength and elegance and transforming self. We are honored to welcome her as the newest face of Améline Couture, alongside Darren Flores, as we redefine fashion for the modern generation."Social media expl
The party had already begun. A triumphant buzz permeated the private lounge of a city's most exclusive venue, accompanied by music and laughter. As her crew, co-stars, and Crown Entertainment executives gathered around her, Scarlet found herself in the middle of it all. After Glass Roses shattered expectations, they deserved to treat themselves tonight. Once again, she raised her glass to celebrate their triumph. Glancing around, she could feel the crisp champagne on her lips as she thanked the people who had labored so hard with her. There was nothing but pure delight—no invasive photographers, no annoying questions—for a change. Next to her, on the table, her phone shook. Scarlet stole a quick look at the screen.A message from Grayson."Remember, you earned this.”Scarlet let out a sigh, tilting her head slightly with a faint grin. His absence wasn't surprising to her, but his recognition was. Grayson wasn't one to send lengthy, emotional texts, yet he consistently ensure
The air conditioning hummed softly in the dim light of the room. Papers, magazines and photographs from Scarlet’s triumphant premiere were spread on the long mahogany table.Headlines declaring Glass Roses a resounding success stared back at them, the bold print practically taunting their failure to bury her. The TV in the small room showed Scarlet on the red carpet, glowing as lots of cameras flashed.While looking at Sydney Harper, Matthew Fletcher was at the end of the table with his hands clasped together, and his blue eyes were dark and difficult to read. A clock-like sound echoed as her heels hit the ground."We thought we had stopped her," Sydney said, her tone full of hate."We thought we had ended her career, her good name—all of it! But look at her now! She's coming back, and it's bigger than any time before!"Matthew looked still, but his voice was sharp with a hint of threat.“Sydney, be patient. We’ll get our chance to strike back.”Sydney whirled to face him, her eyes
Glass Roses had finally hit theaters worldwide, and the response was nothing short of electric. Scarlet Sinclair was in her living room, her phone kept buzzing with loads of alerts. Her team sent her 'well done' texts, her colleagues sent kind words, and her fans kept sending lots of love to her screen. She scrolled through social media, watching as #GlassRoses and #ScarletSinclair dominated the trending charts globally.Her heart raced as she scanned the reviews. The box office numbers had been released earlier that day, and the movie was already shattering records, surpassing all expectations. Glass Roses had not only cemented her comeback but had also placed her squarely at the forefront of Stardom Heights' elite once more.Scarlet opened Twitter, her eyes widening as she read the glowing reactions from fans and critics alike:“Scarlet ate that role so well! A villain?! This is her stepping out of her comfort zone to slay something entirely different!”“Oh my god, screaming! Mel