The formal, corporate-sounding statement dropped onto the micro-blogging platform just minutes later. It was all packaged perfectly:"I offer my deepest apologies for allowing my private affairs to consume so much of the public’s time and precious resources.""Look, this entire mess was just a stupid drama, a momentary mistake on both our parts. We talked it out, shook hands, and agreed to let the whole thing go.""I also realized today, looking in the mirror, that my recent actions were completely out of line. I promise to be better, to be the responsible public figure you deserve to see. I’m committing to self-management, seriously.""Don't worry about my health, folks. I’m recovering.""Respectfully, Brandon Smith."The comment section immediately went bananas.His loyal fans—you know the type, the ones who think their idol is infallible—were in total shock. Why did he cave? They were convinced he’d been hacked, or maybe threatened, or just plain lost his mind.Even the random peop

Being dubbed “The Superhero” without so much as a proper explanation? Yeah, Caleb Davis was seriously not thrilled about that.This irritation leaked straight into his work, making his presence—that subtle Qi he projected—feel impossibly heavy during rehearsals. It was like carrying a suffocating blanket of raw, suppressed anger around the set.This crushing feeling was absolute torture for Maverick Wyatt, the guy he was acting opposite. Maverick Wyatt had barely gotten his nerves back in check after yesterday's disaster, and now this.Seriously, the universe hates me, Maverick Wyatt internally moaned. The pressure from Caleb Davis yesterday was bad enough. Today? It was ten times worse. He thought about the adult diaper he’d wisely slipped on before filming. If he hadn't had that foresight, he definitely would have suffered another involuntary, humiliating accident.Maverick Wyatt was a miserable mess of resentment.The Director, conversely, was having the time of his life. He was pr

The sun was way up, pouring gold across the immense, ridiculously luxurious bed in the villa.Caleb Davis woke up to a soft, persistent, and entirely irritating sensation—a tiny tickle on his jaw. He was sprawled out, completely comfortable, and the annoyance was Helena Madison, who was lying across his chest, using a strand of her hair to playfully brush his face.Yeah, he’d come straight here after wrapping his final scene. They were celebrating the end of the Colt Cooper arc, sure, but he mostly needed the emotional reset after all that intense villainy.He looked at her mischievous, half-lidded eyes. A certain raw fervor started stirring inside him. After two weeks of channeling ice-cold martial arts madness, maybe he just needed to be a basic human again.“Woman,” Caleb Davis drawled, his voice thick with sleep. He leaned into the bit, deepening his voice for a classic, cheesy CEO melodrama impression. “You are definitely playing a most dangerous game.”Helena Madison instantly f

The first thing Caleb Davis noticed was this weird new stat: [Insight]. It was just blinking there on his System Panel, looking all official, but the System itself gave him absolutely nothing. Seriously, zero help. It was a sterile, unresponsive number, totally inaccessible—basically, a computerized tease. He spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to figure out how to even use it, or how he could gain more. He got nowhere.“You know what? Screw it,” he finally muttered, throwing his hands up. Time was ticking. He needed to focus on the tangible. “Martial arts practice it is.”He was about to play Corbin Grey, the Supervisor of the West Factory, and supposedly the greatest swordsman in that whole fictional world. If he was going to pull off that kind of terrifying intensity, he couldn't just stand around shadow-boxing as he did for that low-level creep, Colt Cooper.He needed a proper weapon. If he could just find a halfway decent blade, he could sync up with the role immediately and

They always say you just start laughing when you run out of things to say. Helena Madison had never really understood that until this exact moment.She stared up at Caleb Davis, the idiot who had just inexplicably body-slammed her, now sporting a look of perfect, baffling innocence. With lungs burning, she fought for a breath, forcing her face into what was meant to be a reassuring smile but felt more like a terrifying grimace.“I totally believe you,” she croaked out. “But seriously, can you maybe stop choking me now?”It was only then that Caleb Davis noticed his arm was locked tight around her throat.“Holy hell, Madison! What are you doing? Don’t try to kill yourself!” he yelled.“I’m trying to—? Let go of me, you maniac! I can’t breathe!”With a frantic wrench, he pulled his hand away.Helena Madison dropped her hand to her aching neck, coughing violently. Each ragged sound hurt. “Caleb Davis, did you actively decide today was the day you’d murder your benefactor?”He awkwardly r