Luna sat in the boardroom of Star Entertainment, the air thick with tension.
Across the long table, the CEO's voice was sharp as a knife:
"You have two options, Luna. Publicly cut ties with Jayden once and for all—or lose your contract, your sponsors, and everything we've built for you."
Her manager's eyes begged her silently: choose the company.
Luna's hands trembled under the table. Her dream. Her career. Everything she had worked for. All on one side.
On the other—Jayden.
Meanwhile, Jayden was in the studio, recording a cleaner version of his rooftop song.
But his voice cracked on every line.
Max leaned in through the booth glass. "Bro, you're killing yourself in there."
Jayden pulled off the headphones, gripping them tightly. "Because I don't know if she's coming back, Max. If I lose her, what's the point of any of this?"
Max's jaw tightened. "The point is—whether she comes back or not—you've still got your promise, your music, your life. Don't forget that."
Back at Star Entertainment, Luna finally lifted her chin.
Her voice was soft but steady.
"I didn't become a star to live a lie."
The CEO narrowed his eyes. "Meaning?"
"Meaning," Luna said, standing, "I choose him. Even if it costs me everything else."
Gasps filled the room. Her manager whispered desperately, "Luna, think—"
But she was already walking out the door, heart racing, tears burning her eyes.
That night, during Jayden's small live radio performance, he sat under the dim lights, guitar in hand, prepared to sing alone.
Until, suddenly—
A familiar voice joined in.
Luna's.
The audience gasped as she walked onstage, no makeup, no glamor, just Luna—the girl, not the idol.
Their voices blended, rough but perfect, two broken pieces becoming whole.
And when the final chord ended, Luna took the mic, turned to the cameras, and declared:
"I am Luna Park. And I love Jayden."
The station erupted. Fans online exploded.
Some cheered. Some cursed.
But one thing was clear—Luna had made her choice.
In her penthouse, Crystal's glass slipped from her hand again, shattering on the floor.
"No… she chose him? She gave up everything—for him?"
Her assistant swallowed nervously. "Ma'am… maybe this is one battle you can't win."
Crystal's eyes burned with fury. "Watch me."
The World's Verdict
The morning after Luna's radio confession, the world split in two.
"She gave up her career for him? That's real love."
"Selfish! She betrayed her fans!"
"Respect. Not many idols would risk everything for honesty."
Fanclubs clashed online, sponsors bailed in panic, but something unexpected happened—
Luna's song streams skyrocketed.
So did Jayden's.
For every fan who left, two more tuned in—drawn by their raw, messy, human love story.
At Star Entertainment, the CEO nearly burst a vein.
"She's ruined the company's image!"
But the PR director interrupted, eyes wide at the charts.
"Sir… sales are climbing. They're breaking records."
The room fell silent.
What was meant to end them… was making them stronger.
Jayden and Luna stood together outside the studio, reporters swarming them.
"Jayden! Do you admit you cheated?"
"Luna! Do you regret your choice?"
"Are you two ready to face the backlash?"
Luna squeezed Jayden's hand.
Her voice rang steady: "Love isn't a scandal. It's the truth. And the truth doesn't need regret."
The crowd gasped—
but for the first time, applause rose among the shouts.
Meanwhile, in her penthouse, Crystal watched the news feed, her nails digging into her palm until blood bloomed.
"They're turning this into a victory?" she hissed.
Her assistant hesitated. "Ma'am… maybe it's time to step back. If you keep pushing—"
Crystal whirled on him, eyes blazing.
"Step back? After everything I've built? No. If I can't destroy them with lies…"
She opened a drawer, pulling out a sealed folder.
"…then I'll destroy them with the truth."
Inside was a file thick with documents.
Not about Jayden.
Not about Luna.
But about someone else in their past—
a secret that could burn everything to ashes.
The Final Weapon
The tabloids exploded with a headline no one expected:
"Luna Park's Family Secret Exposed!"
Reporters crowded every newsstand, phones buzzed nonstop. Inside the glossy pages was a bombshell—
Luna's father, once a famous composer, had been accused years ago of stealing music from struggling artists.
And one of those victims…
was Jayden's late father.
The world froze.
"Wait… Jayden's father was destroyed by Luna's father?"
"So their love story was built on lies?"
"Did Luna know all along?"
The narrative shifted instantly from romance to betrayal.
Jayden sat in his apartment, the article trembling in his hands. His chest felt like it was caving in.
"Is this true?" he whispered, staring at the name of the man who had ruined his family's dreams.
Max paced in anger. "It's a setup, Jayden. Don't let Crystal win. Don't let her twist this—"
But Jayden's thoughts spiraled.
The woman he loved… was tied to the man who destroyed his father.
Meanwhile, Luna's apartment was under siege by paparazzi.
Her manager barged in, frantic.
"Luna! Why didn't you tell us about your father's past? Do you know what you've done?!"
Tears welled in Luna's eyes.
"I didn't know… I swear I didn't know."
But no one seemed to care.
That night, Jayden and Luna finally met—under the neon glow of a quiet alley, away from flashing cameras.
He looked at her with eyes full of hurt.
"Tell me you didn't know."
Her voice cracked. "I didn't. Jayden, I would never hide this from you."
Silence hung between them, heavy as thunder.
Then Jayden whispered, broken:
"Then why does it feel like fate's been laughing at us all along?"
Far away, Crystal poured herself a glass of wine, watching the chaos unfold on every channel.
Her smirk was razor-sharp.
"Love can survive lies, scandals, even careers falling apart. But blood? Blood always wins."
She raised her glass to the screen, whispering,
"Checkmate."
End of Episode eleven
To be continued....