Jayden's apartment was a mess—guitar strings snapped, empty bottles scattered, lyrics crumpled across the floor.
His reflection in the window looked like a ghost.
Max barged in, eyes wide.
"Jayden! What the hell happened to you?"
Jayden laughed bitterly, voice hoarse.
"She doesn't believe me, Max. Everything I fought for—everything I sang for—it's gone."
Max grabbed his shoulders.
"Get a grip, man. If you give up now, Crystal wins for good. Is that what you want?"
But Jayden just shook his head, whispering,
"What if Luna's better off without me?"
Meanwhile, Luna sat in a practice room, staring at the piano keys.
Every note she tried to play sounded hollow.
Her fans online were divided—some defending her, some calling her a fool.
Her manager stormed in.
"Luna, listen to me—if you don't cut ties with Jayden officially, your career is over. Do you understand? Over."
Luna's hands trembled over the keys.
Her voice was barely a whisper.
"Then maybe I don't deserve this career."
The world didn't care about their pain.
It only cared about the spectacle.
Headlines screamed:
"Jayden Spotted Drunk and Alone!"
"Luna's Silence Adds Fuel to Affair Rumors!"
The internet mocked, debated, tore them apart.
And somewhere in her penthouse, Crystal toasted the chaos.
Her voice was sweet, venomous.
"They're both collapsing. Finally."
But fate wasn't done yet.
Late one night, as Jayden stumbled through the streets, he heard it—
a faint melody drifting from an open studio window.
Luna's voice.
Soft, cracked, wounded.
Singing the same song he had sung for her.
Jayden froze, tears welling in his eyes.
Because even through shattered trust, even through the storm—
her heart was still calling his name.
The Turning Point
Jayden stood frozen on the dark street, listening.
The sound of Luna's voice floated from the studio window—soft, raw, broken.
She was singing his song.
The one he wrote for her.
Tears stung his eyes. His knees felt weak.
Because no matter how much the world tried to twist them apart, her heart was still reaching for his.
Inside the studio, Luna sat alone at the piano, whispering the lyrics.
Her voice cracked halfway through, and she stopped, burying her face in her hands.
"Why do I still love you?" she sobbed. "Even when it hurts this much…"
The door creaked open.
She gasped—Jayden stood there, drenched from the rain, eyes red but burning with determination.
"Because love isn't supposed to be easy," he said softly.
"It's supposed to be worth fighting for."
Luna's breath caught. She wanted to run to him, but doubt still chained her heart.
"What about those photos? What about everything Crystal's shown me?"
Jayden stepped closer, voice trembling but firm.
"Then let me prove it. Let me show you the truth. Not with words. Not with excuses. With music."
He sat at the piano beside her, their shoulders almost touching, and began to play.
His voice joined hers, weaving with the same melody, stronger together than apart.
Their harmony filled the empty room—fragile, imperfect, but undeniable.
Across the city, fans who happened to record the live leak of the studio session uploaded it instantly.
Within hours, the video went viral.
"They're still singing together… they're still fighting."
"This is love. This is real."
"Crystal can't fake this kind of truth."
In her penthouse, Crystal watched the clip with a twisted expression.
Her hand trembled around her wine glass.
"No… they were supposed to break."
Her assistant whispered carefully,
"Ma'am… maybe you underestimated them."
Crystal's glass shattered against the floor.
Her eyes glinted with madness.
"Then it's time to end this—for good."
Crystal's Endgame
The world was buzzing with the leaked duet.
Clips flooded every platform—
Jayden and Luna at the piano, voices trembling but united.
For the first time, the tide was turning back in their favor.
Fans began demanding the truth:
"Release the full song!"
"Stop destroying them with fake scandals!"
"We stand with Jayden and Luna!"
But in her penthouse, Crystal wasn't smiling.
She was pacing, her eyes bloodshot, her hands trembling with rage.
"They're crawling back. Again. AGAIN!"
Her assistant tried to calm her.
"Ma'am, maybe it's time to let this go—"
Crystal whipped around, eyes blazing.
"Let it go? I built this industry! I made stars rise and fall with my hands! And I will not be outshined by some street rat and a fallen idol."
She opened a locked drawer and pulled out a flash drive, her "insurance."
Her lips curled into a dangerous smile.
"If lies can't end them… then the truth will."
The next day, an anonymous video dropped online.
The title: "The Dark Truth Behind Jayden and Luna."
Millions clicked.
And what they saw—
was footage of Luna's father signing stolen music contracts, intercut with clips of Jayden's father begging for justice.
The video ended with a chilling voiceover:
"Can love survive when it's built on betrayal and blood?"
The internet erupted.
"So it's true—her father destroyed his family."
"This is bigger than romance. This is revenge disguised as love."
"Jayden deserves better. Luna should disappear."
Jayden watched the video in silence, fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white.
Max tried to speak, but Jayden cut him off.
"They won't stop until we're nothing."
Luna sat in her apartment, shaking, phone buzzing endlessly.
Her career, her family's name, her love—all collapsing again.
She whispered into the darkness,
"Jayden… how much more can we take?"
And in her penthouse, Crystal raised her glass toward the glowing city skyline.
"This," she whispered, "is checkmate."
End of Episode 14
To be continued....