All Chapters of Rise of the Zillionaire Star
: Chapter 91
- Chapter 100
108 chapters
Chapter 91: The Senator’s Smear
The skyline of Philadelphia rose like iron spires against the bruised twilight. But to Jaylen Cruz, the city’s welcome had curdled. The moment he stepped out of the SUV, the System pinged inside his skull like an alarm.“ALERT: Public Sentiment Index - Severe Decline. Negative Media Saturation: 83%. Political Threat Detected.”He barely had time to pull up his hoodie before the first shout came.“Corrupt our kids somewhere else!”A bottle skidded across the pavement near his sneakers.Jaylen’s fists clenched, but he didn’t flinch. His rise from London to Miami had weathered cartels and algorithms. Now, it seemed, the battlefield had shifted again into politics.On every screen in the city, there was a sharp-eyed woman with lacquer-black hair and a senator’s poise speaking fire. It's Cassandra Vale. Her voice was crisp as a judge’s gavel, cut through static feeds.“Jaylen Cruz represents everything rotting the soul of our nation. Violence masquerading as art. Vulgarity paraded as free
Chapter 92: Debate at Liberty Hall
The banners of Liberty Hall rippled in the floodlights, red, white, and blue clothed across marble columns. Tonight wasn’t just another debate. It was staged like gladiator combat. The organizers knew drama sold ratings, and this wasn’t going to be politics as usual. This was a spectacle.Cassandra Vale walked out first with heels clicking the soil like gunfire. Her perfectly styled navy power suit caught sight with every camera flash. She had the poise of a general shoulders raised tall, chin high and lips already curled into the faint smile of someone who believed victory was inevitable. Behind her was a phalanx of professors, child psychologists, and cultural analysts carried folders thick with graphs and statistics. She looked less like a senator and more like an executioner.Then Jaylen walked in a perfect suit and no polished image. Just a black streetwear, chains glinting beneath the stage lights and sneakers squeaking across the hardwood floor. The crowd of donors, parents, a
Chapter 93: Mirror Music
Jaylen thought New York would feel like a reset. The city always hummed with hunger from the poor and a large music in the street; its subways are always with billboards. Skyscrapers carried the pulse of ambition. But when he stepped into a Lower Manhattan club that night, the bass rattling the floor was a theft.His ears froze. That hook was his. It was his unreleased track that was still locked inside his encrypted drive. It's now blasting out of the speakers as if it belonged to someone else.“Yo, tell me I’m trippin’,” Jaylen muttered, scanning the crowd.But his crew with their eyes wide, confirmed it. The voice, the beat even the rhythm. It was him, but it was more sharpened, polished, and connected to the soul.The System Interface blinked red in his vision.“ALERT: Unauthorized duplication detected. Origin: Mirror Servers – Manhattan.Integrity breach: 78% of unreleased catalog compromised.”Jaylen’s veins iced. Someone had broken through his firewalls, stolen his song, and pl
Chapter 94: Shattered Reflection
The elevator doors parted with a hiss, revealing a corridor made entirely of glass. The floors, walls and even the ceiling reflected Jaylen’s image back at him a hundred times over. Each step he took echoed like the clicking of a metronome. At the end of the hall, a pair of glass double doors slid apart, and the Glass Twins were waiting. They had identical smirks and identical tinted shades hiding eyes that never blinked. “Welcome to the hall of mirrors,” one of them expressed with a harsh voice. “Your last real performance would be here,” the other added. Jaylen’s system pulsed inside him while the data started scrolling across his vision, “ALERT: Environmental Acoustics Manipulation Detected. Warning: Every sound input is being recorded and algorithmically remixed. Countermeasures: Adaptive Freestyle Protocol available.” He raised his shoulders. “You think mirrors scare me? I grew up staring at broken ones.” His boldness didn't falter as he spoke. The twins, after hearin
Chapter 95: Headlines of Fire
The sun hadn’t even risen when the first headline detonated across every feed.“Jaylen Cruz’s Secret Child Exposed!”“Rapper’s Blood Money Ties to Miami Cartel!”“America’s Senator Was Right: Jaylen Is a Threat to Our Youth.”Jaylen sat up in his Philadelphia hotel suite, the glow of his phone showing a multiple tweets sparking debates. His notifications burned red as tweets, tagged videos, and hateful comments started climbing by the second. He scrolled, jaw clenching as his name appeared in every trending thread, drowning beneath lies.“SYSTEM ALERT: Negative narrative density: 86%. Public Trust Meter: CRITICALProjected Sponsor Loss: 72 hours.”The screen vibrated again. This time his manager Vince was the one calling.“Jay, you gotta see this.”“I’m already seeing it,” Jaylen growled. His voice was gravel, half with anger and half with exhaustion.The television in the corner turned itself on feeds overriding the default. A panel of shiny-haired anchors filled the screen. Their so
Chapter 96: Truth on Trial
The skyline of New York glowed like fire that night. The led light showed through the clouds, but Jaylen’s world was darker than it had ever been. He stood in front of the largest media tower in Manhattan with his heart pounding and fists clenched. Inside, Helena Crowe, the empress of lies was already on air, twisting his name into poison for millions to drink.The System’s voice hissed in his ear,“Alert: Global Reputation at Risk. Helena Crowe controls 68% of media narrative. Probability of long-term career collapse: 82%. Recommend immediate disruption.”Jaylen’s jaw locked. “Then let’s disrupt.”He walked aggressively into the studio lobby, cameras flashing, security scrambling. The receptionist tried to block him, but Jaylen shoved through. The System pulsed red across his vision. It highlighted every path and every weak point in the building’s defenses.By the time Helena’s bodyguards noticed, Jaylen was already backstage, pushing through velvet curtains.And there she was, Hele
Chapter 97: Ghost of a Legend
The night smelled of sweat and the room was filled with speakers' electricity. Jaylen stood backstage in Atlanta. His heart was thrumming in synchronization with the bassline rolling through the arena. His comeback was finally gaining momentum after dismantling Helena Crowe’s empire of lies. The youth were chanting his name again, his movement swelling like wildfire.But the System’s low hum in his ear was uneasy.“Caution: Silas Creed has activated a new variable. Probability of staged disruption: 71%. Unknown asset inbound.”Jaylen frowned. “Asset?” he muttered under his breath. “What kind of asset?”The System didn’t answer.The stage manager gave the signal. Jaylen ran out under a cascade of led lights and the crowd erupting. He launched into his opening verse. His words were as sharp as daggers. Each syllable hitting with the force of someone who would clawed their way up from dirt to destiny.But halfway through his second track, the cheering shifted with the first confused mu
Chapter 98: Battle of the Garden
The Madison Square Garden lights pulsed like a living organism. A thousand beams stabbed into the night sky of New York. Reporters filled outside the arena, declaring it “the clash of eras.” Inside, the seats trembled with anticipation. Every square inch of the legendary coliseum was filled with 20,000 bodies pressed shoulder to shoulder and millions more watching live through Silas Creed’s streaming studio.Jaylen adjusted the hood over his head in the tunnel, breathing shallow. His fists clenched and unclenched with sweat slick against his palms.The System’s tone rang in his ear, low and steady.“Performance Node: Madison Square Garden.Audience Size: 20,241 in-arena, 48.7M concurrent livestreams. Mission Objective: Survive Creed’s Test.”Jaylen exhaled, his heart beating double-time. “Survive?” he whispered. “No. I came to win.”The announcer’s voice boomed through the rafters.“Tonight is an unprecedented battle. It is the resurrection of a legend versus the rise of a new flame.
Chapter 99: Streets of Fire
The glow of Madison Square Garden still pulsed in Jaylen’s veins. The night had been his most glorious yet he had stood where legends fell. Taking Lazarus Payne’s challenge, and had walked out triumphant. His hotel suite glittered with champagne bottles, congratulatory texts, and the buzz of celebration. His crew laughed, his fans online erupted, and for a rare moment, Jaylen allowed himself to breathe.But his peace was short-lived.The System’s screen flickered red above his vision.“Alert: City Narrative Manipulated. Source: Creed Network. Recommended Action: Stay Alert.”Jaylen frowned, lowering the glass in his hand. The sound of sirens drifted faintly through the windows. A vibration hit his phone.“Yo, you seeing this?” his manager DeShawn muttered, flipping the screen. Social feeds blazed with chaos as videos of masked gangs setting cars ablaze, clashing with NYPD in the streets below. Headlines screamed, “JAYLEN RIOT: YOUTH REVOLT OUTSIDE HIS HOTEL!”His jaw tightened. “They
Chapter 100: Crosshairs
The red dot on Jaylen’s chest glowed like a curse. Time slowed, the noise of the riot around him collapsed into a suffocating silence.Then…. CRACK!The shot tore the night open.Screams erupted from the crowd watching the moment. Police hit the ground with their shields up. Jaylen’s security detail rushed forward, yelling his name. Cameras jerked wildly as livestreams caught the chaos.The System flared urgent in Jaylen’s vision,“Hostile Projectile Fired. Trajectory: High-Velocity Round. IMPACT: 0.7 seconds.”Jaylen’s body moved before thought. He dove left, shoulder hitting asphalt and the bullet shredding a parking sign where his head had been. Shards of metal rained down, sparking like fireworks.The crowd shrieked.“SNIPER!”“They’re trying to kill him!”“Run!”Sirens blared louder as cops scrambled for cover.DeShawn’s voice roared from somewhere behind, “Get him inside, NOW!”But Jaylen wasn’t moving back. He forced himself to his feet with his chest heaving. His hands shook,