Semua Bab The Fame Paradox: Bab 11 - Bab 20

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’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 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

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

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