It was Adam’s 16th birthday.Years had slipped by like a breeze, and Barry now found himself with a grown teenage son who was taller, bolder, and carrying the quiet confidence of youth. In those years, life had blossomed in unexpected ways. Veronica had conceived again, this time giving birth to twin girls whose mischievous laughter often filled the Sullivan villa.Adam, however, was nothing like Barry when it came to career ambitions. While Barry had spent his life building empires and conquering boardrooms, Adam showed little interest in the family business. His heart beat to a different path. Music was his passion. Barry would often pass by his son’s room and hear the faint thump of bass or the soft strum of guitar strings as Adam composed his own songs. Whenever Adam wasn’t working on music, he could be found attending concerts, losing himself in the energy of the crowd and the artistry of the performers.This never disappointed Barry. If anything, it made him proud. A fath

Kane Sanchez was at the peak of his musical career. For three consecutive years, he had been the top-charting artist in the world, his face plastered across every magazine cover, his voice booming from speakers in every club. Four of his albums had gone platinum, his tours sold out in minutes, and his influence stretched across continents. He was untouchable—a king in an empire built on talent, ruthlessness, and the right connections. Barry knew better than anyone how cutthroat the entertainment industry truly was. It wasn’t just about talent. Half of the brightest stars burned out before they even got noticedIn the music industry, it was more about power, leverage, and who you knew. Adam had the voice, the charisma, even the drive. But without the right backing, he’d be chewed up and spat out before he even got a foot in the door. Barry could bulldoze his way into boardrooms, crush corporate titans, and dictate market trends, but the music business was an entirely different

Cleopatra’s office was a luxurious suite lined with platinum plaques and framed photos of artists she had built from the shadows. She swirled a glass of wine in her hand, her sharp eyes locked onto Barry who was seated opposite her. “Barry Sullivan,” she said with a sly smile, “Welcome. I'm glad you honoured my request.”Barry crossed his legs, making himself as comfortable as possible. “I assume you didn’t call me here for pleasantries.”Cleopatra leaned forward. “Adam is progressing very nicely. Cisco has been giving me excellent reports—his vocals, his stage presence, his work ethic. If he keeps this up, we could have a debut album ready by next year."Barry nodded. He had seen the change in Adam himself—the way his son carried himself now, the fire in his eyes when he talked about music. But he also knew Cleopatra well enough to sense there was more coming. “Good. That boy’s got fight in him.”“Yes,” Cleopatra agreed, then her tone shifted. “But he lacks something crucial. Clo

The spotlight followed Adam as he stood at the center of the stage before the live audience. His casual clothes stood in striking contrast to the other casts before him. The silence in the room felt heavy, and thick with confusion.Ruth Cross tilted her head with a perfect smile. “Well, now… our next contestant has certainly made a different entrance.” She turned slightly toward Adam, her eyes burning with curiosity. “Tell us, what’s your name?”Adam leaned casually into the mic, his grin relaxed and almost playful. “Name’s Adam. I’m an aspiring rapper. I Dream to make it mainstream one day.”The crowd shifted, murmurs rising. Some were intrigued by him while others were unimpressed.Ruth kept her smile steady, though her eyes narrowed slightly, digging deeper. “A rapper, interesting. And who is your father?”“He’s a businessman," Adam responded. "He does decently well. But music’s always been my passion. My dad’s very supportive of my dreams.”The host’s polished smile lingered, bu

Over the next few days, the house slowly settled into routine. The cameras rolled day and night, catching every laugh, every slip of the tongue, and every unguarded expression. The teens began to reveal who they were through their interactions. To the audience at home, these first few days were crucial: personalities clashed, alliances formed, and fan favorites began to emerge.Viewers, armed with polls and hashtags, threw themselves into the season with ferocity. Fandoms were born overnight, group chats and online forums buzzing with debates over which housemate deserved support. It was in these early moments that reputations were cemented, and the teens unknowingly carved their image in the minds of millions.Inside the house, the five teens were cut off from phones, the internet, and no contact with the outside world.All they could do was be themselves. Every smile, every snide remark, every whispered conversation was important for bringing them into the spotlight.Zoey quick