All Chapters of REBORN AS A SUPERSTAR: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

...The sudden jingle of the doorbell startled me, and my eyes darted to Emilia. The question she voiced seemed rhetorical, but it hung in the air as I stared at her, unsure of what to expect.As I turned my attention towards the door, I couldn't help but realize that it had been a long time since I'd heard that sound. I'd grown so accustomed to the door opening and closing that the doorbell's chime felt strangely unfamiliar."Could it be..." I began to ask Emilia, but my words tapered off as we exchanged a meaningful look. She seemed to read my thoughts and offered reassurance."No, trust me, it's probably not what you're thinking. I'll take a look," Emilia said, moving towards the door and opening it. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched her greet the visitor, and a familiar perfume wafted into the room."Is Averial around?" the soft voice at the door inquired. My breath caught in my throat, and I held it, unable to believe my eyes. Emilia stepped aside, revealing the guest."M

...Raffaele's phone rang, pulling his attention away from me. It was evident that the call had something to do with me as he answered it with a sense of urgency."Hello," he greeted, his voice slightly tense as he listened intently."Okay," he continued, his responses brief, leaving both Emilia and me in suspense, waiting for him to provide some context."Let's talk later," he said, ending the call, and I couldn't help but eye him suspiciously. The sense of excitement I had felt moments ago was beginning to wane."It's not Steven?" I inquired, unable to contain my curiosity."No, it's not," he replied, and my skepticism persisted. Perhaps I had jumped to conclusions prematurely, assuming that everything was finally going to settle down."Isn't it the right time for the company to call Amber in for questioning?" Emilia chimed in, her voice laced with concern."On what basis?" Raffaele posed the question, taking a seat."I don't think that's the right move," I interjected, addressing E

After our delightful meal, Raffaele, with a satisfied smile, began the process of cleaning up the kitchen. He meticulously washed dishes, scrubbed pots, and organized the ingredients neatly. It was fascinating to watch him perform these tasks with such grace and efficiency. Every movement seemed to flow effortlessly, making even the mundane act of cleaning appear charming.As I was about to stand up and offer to help him, he gently took my hand, leading me away from the cleaning area. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous yet loving glint. He guided me to one of the stools by the kitchen island, ensuring that I was comfortably seated."I've got this, sweetheart," he reassured me, placing his hand on my shoulder. "You've already been such great company today. Let me take care of the rest."I watched him attentively as he continued with his chores. He moved around the kitchen with such grace, his tall and lean figure illuminated by the soft afternoon light streaming through the windows.

...The drive to the venue of the press conference felt like an eternity. With Steven and Emilia by my side, the tension inside the car was palpable. I tried my best to remain calm, taking deep breaths as my heart raced with paranoia."Remember to stay composed," Steven advised, breaking the silence. "Answer questions honestly but without unnecessary details. Keep it concise."I nodded, trying to absorb his advice. Every scenario that could play out during the press conference raced through my mind. What if they asked about my personal life, or probed too deeply into the allegations? I had to be prepared for anything.As we neared the venue, my anxiety surged. The car pulled up to the entrance, and I could see the swarm of media outlets gathered outside. Camera flashes lit up the surroundings as reporters clamored for a statement. The intensity of the situation was overwhelming.We exited the car, and I was immediately surrounded by my security team. They formed a protective shield ar

How could I not have noticed, it was clear as ice, I mean I once had a crush on him but not until my revelation and figuring out I am in a different world but being in love with me.I should have known earlier, there was just something about our interaction that was telling yet I ignored all the signs.My heart was still racing from the revelation, and the room was heavy with tension. Antonio's arrival had added another layer of confusion to the mix.Antonio raised an eyebrow, trying to make sense of the situation. "What's going on here?"I couldn't find the right words to explain. Zephyr, on the other hand, broke the silence. "Wasn't it obvious?" he admitted.Antonio looked from Zephyr to me, his confusion growing. "What is going on? My manager said the company asked for all of us to show up, and my brother didn't even let me know either."I stammered, "Oh," struggling to find the right words.Steven decided to provide a concise explanation. "Apparently, Zephyr likes Deme."Antonio's