Semua Bab The Fame Paradox: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The city lights lay before Scarlet, a bright sea of gold and white, wide and cold. The wind pulled at her hair, pulling at the sides of her dark thoughts. It was late—way past midnight—yet Bayhaven Heights still glowed, never dark, a city awake.But tonight, as Scarlet was on the cliff's edge, looking at the big space below, she felt more by herself than ever.Her feet were close to the edge, where the ground met the abyss.She could see it all—the jagged rocks below, the infinite drop that seemed to echo her very existence. She was a woman suspended between two worlds, neither of which wanted her.A past of flashing lights and adoration, it felt almost like another life.And the future?It had no room for someone like her; it had no room for a forsaken and betrayed soul.She breathed in deeply, the cold, crisp night air filled with saltwater from afar, the murmur of the city muted by so much open area.She could barely hear the hum of the highway below. Everything seemed so far away

Scarlet faced the huge glass building of Titan Holdings, its modern exterior glimmering in the midday sunlight. The name itself carried meaning: a symbol of strength and power, an empire built of tempered steel and ambition.Titan Holdings built the cities of the future, and its elusive owner, Grayson, was said to possess the kind of power that could destroy or resurrect nations.Scarlet’s fingers clutched the black card Grayson had given her as she peered up at the towering skyscraper.She had done her research. Grayson of Titan Holdings. That’s what he was known as. No last name, no personal details. Just Grayson. A billionaire so private and elusive that even the most prying tabloids could only speculate about his life. Yet, last night, that same man had found her, offered her a lifeline cloaked in mystery. Now, standing at the edge of this monumental decision, Scarlet wondered if she had lost her mind.But she couldn’t walk away. Not after what they did to her.Scarlet pulle

The boardroom at Crown Entertainment was a place of influence and aspiration. The floor-to-ceiling windows provided an unobstructed view of the sparkling Bayhaven Heights skyline, highlighting the industry's impact and dominance. The large glass table, encircled by elegant leather chairs, was the site of choices that influenced worldwide entertainment. At the front of the table was a man, Beckett Flynn, the CEO. His blonde hair was carefully styled, and his piercing black eyes indicated a man who observed everything yet disclosed nothing. Clad in a flawlessly fitted suit, his impressive demeanor exuded power. Each word he uttered held significance, and every movement was deliberate, giving him an aura that made it easy to accept he led the entertainment empire. However, hidden beneath Flynn’s strength was an enigma. No one truly knew who ran Crown Entertainment Group. The head of the empire itself, the true owner, remained hidden. After the previous owner had passed away, rumo

Scarlet Sinclair's press conference sent shockwaves through the industry, impacting boardrooms, social media, and gossip columns across Stardom Heights. Her name, once just a whisper linked to scandal for the past two years, is now front and center. It's the main topic of conversation, grabbing attention and stirring up controversy everywhere.Within hours, the entertainment world’s biggest players dissected every word and gesture from her return. In high-rise offices and dimly lit backrooms, producers, agents, and executives weighed her potential against the risk.“She’s bold, I’ll give her that,” said an agent at a rival agency, his voice dripping with skepticism. “But can she still deliver? That’s the real question.”“Crown Entertainment is playing a dangerous game,” another executive muttered during a private meeting. “If she fails, they’ll lose credibility. But if she succeeds? She could redefine what it means to make a comeback in this industry.”Scarlet’s return sparked hea

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