The next day, the atmosphere in the mansion was different. The show pressed on as though Lilia's eviction the night before never happened.Jasper slid easily back into his role. His rivalry with Adam continued, but it had evolved past his jealously and simping. Instead, he poked fun at Adam’s cooking, challenged his ideas during group tasks, and rolled his eyes whenever Adam spoke with too much confidence. Yet, it was all just healthy rivalry between them. Adam and Zoey, recognized Jasper's new strategy. They played along perfectly. They were smart to understand that his drama was good for the show, and good for their own screen time.This held on until the next eviction night.When host Ruth Cross announced the results, it was a genuine shock to everyone, including the housemates."Xavier," she said. "I'm so sorry. The public has voted, and you have received the fewest votes to save."A stunned silence fell over the room. Xavier, the loyal best friend, the comic relief, the heart

Adam’s jaw tightened. He glanced toward the cameras still flashing in their direction, then back at Kane. “This isn’t the place to have this conversation,” he said flatly. “If you wanted to talk about business, you could’ve gone through my manager.”Kane’s smile tightened. “About that… I’ve been trying. For months. Reaching out, sending demos, making calls. But your label? They shut me down. Refused to accept any collabs from me. So I thought, screw it. Why not ask you directly? So… what do you say?”A year ago, this offer would have been a dream come true for Adam. Back then, Kane Sanchez was his idol. He had dreamt of performing side by side with him.But that was before he’d seen the real Kane Sanchez.After Kane crushed his dreams, belittled him, and made him believe he’d never make it? The thought of collaborating felt like betrayal—to himself, to his journey, to everything he’d overcome.He looked Kane Sanchez directly in the eye, his mind already made up.“No, Sanchez,” Adam sa

Later that day, Adam's record label held a board meeting. Cleopatra Monroe sat at the head of the table, her hands folded neatly before her. The executives of Adam’s label filled the seats, their voices layered in frustration and fear. Adam leaned back in his chair staring at nobody in particular. He seemed unbothered about the tension clouding the room.Cleopatra cleared her throat and began. “We’ve all seen Kane Sanchez’s livestream. His call-out video has gone viral — tens of millions of views in less than twenty-four hours, and the numbers are still climbing. The entire industry is watching.”"This is a disaster," one executive, a graying man with a tight suit and a tighter frown, leaned forward. “Adam, you should never have made that speech at the award show. It was reckless. It directly insulted one of the most established figures in the industry.”Another chimed in, waving his hand angrily. “Kane Sanchez is a mainstream giant. He has millions of loyal fans and serious backing

For the next couple of weeks, Adam remained silent.He did not respond to Kane Sanchez’s declaration of war. He did not post a retaliatory diss track, nor did he engage in a petty social media clapback.Instead, he carried on with his life as though Kane didn’t even exist. His silence spoke louder than any reply.On his social media pages, there was no trace of beef. Photoshoots of him modeling for luxury fashion brands filled his feeds—high-end suits, streetwear campaigns, and even fragrance ads. Fans flooded the comments with praise, while haters tried to bait him into responding to Kane. But Adam never flinched.Adam also posted clips from studio sessions: headphones on, nodding to beats, scribbling lyrics into a notepad, or laughing with producers in the booth. Sometimes Zoey appeared beside him, smiling proudly as she supported him. Other times, his label crew and Cleopatra Monroe were captured in the background, strategizing or vibing to new tracks.The message was clear.A

The boardroom at Rap Kings records was on fire. The record label executives surrounded Kane, raising their voices like mad men.“Kane!” one of the executives slammed the polished oak table so hard the water bottles rattled. “Have you seen the news?! Have you seen what’s happening out there?”Kane leaned back in his chair, legs stretched, sunglasses still on even though the blinds were drawn. There was a smug expression on his face that screams his nonchalant attitude regarding the news.“Relax,” he muttered, swirling his glass of whiskey like none of this was out of the ordinary. "You guys are getting worked up over nothing."“Relax?” another executive barked, jabbing a finger in his direction. “How the hell did those tracks get out?! We told you they were off limits. Do you realize the legal nightmare this puts us in?!”Kane arched a brow and smirked lazily. “I thought you had them locked away. How should I know what goes on in your vaults? Don’t look at me.”“Don’t look at you?” th