Rain poured over the city as if the skies themselves mourned.
Jayden walked alone, hood pulled low, the article replaying in his head.
His father's voice. His childhood memories. The nights his family starved while someone else thrived.
And now—Luna's face tangled in it all.
He stopped at the bridge, staring at the water below.
"Why her? Why did it have to be her?"
Meanwhile, Luna sat curled in her darkened apartment. The phone rang endlessly—her manager, the company, the press—but she couldn't move.
Her chest ached. She thought of Jayden's eyes, full of hurt.
She whispered to the silence, "Please don't leave me."
Days passed.
Jayden avoided her calls.
Rumors spread that they had broken up.
The internet feasted on the drama:
"They were doomed from the start."
"Poor Jayden. Imagine falling for the daughter of your father's enemy."
"Luna's career is finished."
The world turned their love into tragedy.
One evening, Max slammed Jayden's table.
"Enough, man! Are you seriously going to throw Luna away because of something neither of you controlled?"
Jayden's hands clenched into fists.
"You don't understand, Max. My father lost everything. He died with bitterness in his heart. And now I'm supposed to just… pretend it doesn't matter?"
Max's voice softened. "No. But if you let history decide your life, you'll lose her. And you'll lose yourself too."
Jayden's chest tightened. He hated that Max was right.
At the same time, Luna made her own choice.
Dressed in plain clothes, no makeup, no entourage, she slipped out to find Jayden.
Her steps were shaky, but her heart knew where to go—
the rooftop where it had all begun.
And there he was.
Guitar in hand.
Rain dripping from his hair.
When he saw her, his face hardened.
"You shouldn't be here."
Luna's eyes brimmed with tears.
"Maybe not. But if you're going to hate me for my father's sins… then say it to my face."
Jayden's voice cracked. "I don't hate you, Luna. I just don't know how to love you through this pain."
She stepped closer, trembling.
"Then let me carry it with you. We can face the past together—or let it destroy us apart."
Silence.
The rain fell harder, drumming against the rooftop.
Jayden's fingers hovered over his guitar strings, but he couldn't play.
Because his heart was louder than any song.
Far below, Crystal watched from a black car parked near the building, binoculars in hand.
Her smile faded slightly.
"Why aren't they breaking? Why are they still fighting for each other?"
Her assistant shifted nervously.
"Because maybe… their love is stronger than the past."
Crystal's eyes narrowed.
"Then I'll just have to make the past heavier."
Breaking Point
The rooftop rain lingered in Jayden's heart long after Luna left that night.
He couldn't sleep, couldn't eat—his chest torn between love and resentment.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her tears.
Every time he picked up his guitar, he heard his father's voice.
"Don't trust the ones who took everything from us."
Meanwhile, Luna faced the wolves.
The press cornered her at every step.
"Did you know your father was a fraud?"
"Are you using Jayden for redemption?"
"Do you even deserve to sing?"
Her silence was taken as guilt.
The world twisted her into a villain.
One night, as Jayden walked home from rehearsal, he froze.
His building was surrounded by cameras, lights flashing like lightning.
A reporter shoved a mic at him.
"Jayden! How do you feel knowing the woman you love is the daughter of the man who ruined your father?"
Jayden's throat locked. His silence was enough.
The next day's headline screamed:
"Jayden Refuses to Defend Luna — Breakup Confirmed!"
Luna saw the article, her heart shattering.
She called him. Again. And again.
No answer.
When he finally picked up days later, his voice was cold.
"Luna… maybe this was a mistake."
Her knees buckled. "No, Jayden. Don't say that. Please—"
He hung up.
And for the first time, Luna Park—nation's brightest star—collapsed on the floor, sobbing like a child.
In her penthouse, Crystal watched the meltdown unfold live across every platform.
Her smile was triumphant.
"This is it," she whispered.
"Their breaking point."
But just as she lifted her glass in victory, her assistant stammered, holding out a tablet.
"Ma'am… you need to see this."
On the screen was a new trending clip.
Not of Crystal. Not of Luna.
But of Jayden—singing in a dim bar, voice cracked, eyes red.
His lyrics weren't polished, weren't perfect.
But they were raw. Bleeding. Honest.
And the chorus hit like thunder:
"Even if the world calls us wrong… my heart only calls your name."
The crowd wept.
The internet wept.
And for the first time, doubt crept into Crystal's victory.
End of Episode 12 part two
To be continued.....