27/06/2025
🎶❤️🔥SECRET DANCER ❤️🔥 🎶
(The Girl In A Hoodie)
Copyright © 2025 by Erica Sochima M.
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★CHAPTER 32&33★(FINAL)
He gave Sena a soft peck on the lips and flashed a charming, gentle smile.
She was caught off guard...surprised and shy. One by one, everyone around them started exchanging knowing glances and quietly excused themselves, leaving just Justin and Sena alone in the hospital ward.
Justin cleared his throat and met her gaze, locking eyes with her, his stare deep and full of affection. She could feel the butterflies fluttering in her belly.
“Beauty,” he called softly.
Sena swallowed, barely managing a quiet, “Hm.”
“I’ve been wanting to say this for a very long time,” Justin began, his voice steady but full of emotion.
“And finally, I’ve gotten the chance. Sena, from the very first day I saw you dancing, something about you pulled me in. At first, I thought it was just interest. But as time went on, it felt like magic—like a charm I couldn’t escape. I found myself falling for you deeply, and no matter how hard I tried to resist, I couldn’t stop.”
He paused, searching her face.
“I used to think all women were the same, but you proved me wrong—without even trying. These past few months training with you, spending time with you, seeing who you truly are... it changed me. You’re not just beautiful—you’re a gem. A woman with a heart rooted in gold, gentle to the core, and the kindest soul I’ve ever met.”
He took a breath, voice trembling slightly with sincerity.
“I don’t want you as just a girlfriend anymore, Sena. I want to propose to you...to be my wife. You’re worth a lifetime. I know your likes, your dislikes, your moods... and through it all, I find peace just being near you. You are my everything. I don’t even know the perfect words to say this, but I hope you can feel it—I love you. Deeply. Truly. Endlessly.”
“I… I—” he stammered, wanting to say more, but before he could finish, Sena gently placed a finger on his lips.
“Shh,” she whispered, her voice like velvet, her eyes warm and full of longing. “I feel the same way, too.”
Then, without waiting for another word, she leaned in and kissed him softly. Light, intentional, and full of emotion...a quiet promise sealed with love.
As their lips parted, the room felt still...like even time respected the moment they shared. Justin rested his forehead gently against hers, both of them smiling softly, breathing in sync.
Sena’s cheeks glowed with a warmth she couldn’t hide.
“You really mean all that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Justin nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “With everything I am... girlfriend.”
There was a pause, not of hesitation, but of emotion so deep it didn't need words.
Suddenly, the door creaked open slightly. A nurse peeked in, saw the two of them wrapped in quiet closeness, and smiled knowingly.
“I’ll give you two a bit more time,” she said gently, then closed the door again.
They both chuckled, the tension melting into something soft and beautiful.
★
**NEXT DAY**
By the next morning, the world had turned upside down for Harry and his infamous backup dancer, Mervis.
The media exploded with the news of their arrest. Headlines ran like wildfire across every major news outlet—TV, radio, blogs, social media—no one could escape it.
**“Popular Artist Harry and Dancer Mervis Arrested Over Poisoning Allegations and Exploitation Scandal.”**
It was everywhere.
The fallout was immediate and brutal.
Brands, companies, and sponsors that once fought to be associated with Harry began severing ties without a second thought. Endorsements vanished overnight. Those in talks to sign deals with him abruptly withdrew, and the ones who had already signed began issuing public statements condemning his actions. Within hours, contracts were voided. Events, commercials, album releases, and appearances were canceled. His name became toxic.
The same wave hit Mervis. Dance studios, fashion brands, agencies—all dropped her. She became just as hated as Harry, especially after her complicity was revealed in the deeper, darker things surfacing online.
And the dirt kept coming.
Then, testimonies from young, upcoming female singers began flooding the internet. Tearful videos and written confessions described how Harry lured them in with promises of fame, only to abuse, manipulate, and force himself on them. The nation was stunned. Outrage poured in from everywhere. Celebrities who had once collaborated with him began deleting posts, issuing apologies, and distancing themselves.
But the most viral topic of all? Harry stealing Justin’s and Sena’s original dance style at the competition. Clips comparing Justin and Sena’s original dance styles with Harry’s performance spread like wildfire...evidence that was undeniable. The public dragged him with fury, shaming him for taking credit for something so personal and powerful.
The hashtags ** * and * ** trended globally.
By the time Harry made it to his first holding cell, looking nothing like the star he once was, he was a man already defeated. Bank accounts were frozen. Legal cases began stacking like files on a prosecutor’s desk. In a twinkle of an eye, he went bankrupt. More victims came forward. More investigations were opened. His reputation was shattered beyond repair.
But on the brighter side of the same day, a different kind of headline was quietly forming.
Sena was finally discharged from the hospital and it was her birthday that very same day.
She had no idea what awaited her.
When the family car pulled into the mansion’s long driveway, she was greeted with the biggest surprise of her life.
The gates opened to a flurry of balloons, ribbons, and banners waving
**“Happy Birthday Sena!”** in bold, glittery letters.
The entire estate was buzzing with activity. Maids and staff moved quickly, helping hang decorations and set up a stage and long banquet tables. Music played faintly in the background—her favorite playlist. It felt like a dream.
Her mother was the first to rush into her arms, holding her tightly, tears running down her cheeks. “Happy birthday, my angel. My strong, brave girl.”
Her father followed, his usually stern face softened by emotion. “We almost lost you, but God brought you back. You’re our miracle.”
Then came Ethan...her sweet little brother—who jumped into her arms and squealed, “Sissy! You’re home!” He had made her a handmade card that read in uneven letters:
**“To the best sister in the whole wide world. I missed you so much.”**
Even the maids, some with tears in their eyes, brought her hugs and little gifts. Many of them had secretly been her fans all along, cheering for her in silence.
Then, just as the moment couldn’t get more heartwarming, Mrs. Nam arrived with Yeona in a black SUV.
Yeona came out of the car and ran to hug Sena tightly. “Happy birthday Sena! You and Justin are all over the Internet she said, excitedly and Sena smiled.
"They deserve what they're getting." She said
The air was filled with joy, laughter, and relief. After years of not celebrating Sena’s birthday, her parents were determined to do it big this time.
Preparations kicked into full gear. Cooks were already in the kitchen, whipping up a grand feast. Lights were strung across trees and railings, soft music echoed through the halls, and florists arrived to line the mansion with fresh roses and lilies—Sena’s favorites.
The sun shone high over the mansion as the preparations came together like magic.
★
With the help of Yeona and a few trusted maids, Sena got dressed. Her gown shimmered like stardust—an elegant, custom-made creation that hugged her figure perfectly, flowing like a river of gold with every step.
Below, the mansion transformed into a wonderland. The garden was lit up like something out of a royal ball— chandeliers hanging from trees, soft classical music drifting through the air, floral arches, velvet-covered chairs, and a stage draped in cream and silver.
Guests began arriving—politicians, celebrities, fashion icons, influencers, top dancers, and close allies. Cameras flashed, press whispered excitedly, and bodyguards stood neatly by the gates. It was the kind of party that felt like a scene from a billionaire’s fairytale.
Sena’s phone kept lighting up.
**Justin:** 💌You look too beautiful to be real.
She giggled and blushed as she texted back, biting her lip. Yeona teased her from the corner, “Girl, focus or I’ll smear your lipstick again!” She said and the maids laughed.
By the time Sena stepped down the staircase, silence fell. Every eye turned to her. She looked like royalty.
👥 " She looked gorgeous."
👥 "Isn't that Mandy's latest design she wearing?"
👥 "That dress cost...damn!"
👥 " She's beautiful "
Guest kept murmuring in admiration.
The party unfolded with elegance and warmth—music, laughter, speeches, gift exchanges, and picture-perfect moments. Then came the most touching moment of all.
Sena took the mic and stood on the stage, her voice calm but filled with emotion.
“There’s someone I want to call out,” she began.
“Someone who stood by me when I had nothing. When I was a shadow in a world that wanted to break me.”
Gasps rippled as Yeona’s name was called.
Yeona walked to the stage, confused, slightly embarrassed. Sena took her hand and faced the crowd.
“This is my best friend. Yeona. A girl who came from privilege but never let it cloud her kindness. When others mocked me, she helped me. When I was treated like less, she saw my worth. Despite our different backgrounds, she gave me friendship without condition. And now, I want the world to know...I never forget.”
The crowd was silent.
“So today, I gift her a fashion brand...hers to own. Fully set up, fully funded, and already in partnership with top designers. Because she believed in beauty before the world saw mine. Yeona, you’re not just my best friend...you’re my sister.”
Sena moved closed to yeona and whispered "Surprised? Please don't be...I planned everything with my parents on a low key just to say thank you for everything."
The entire place erupted in gasps, then thunderous applause. Yeona covered her mouth in shock, tears streaming down her face. They hugged tightly, both trembling.
When things settled, Yeona presented her gifts.
The first: a beautifully framed photo of them dressed like models, with matching designer outfits, stunning and radiant. Across the bottom, inscribed in gold foil: *“Beautifully Besties for Life.”*
The second frame was wrapped with a note: *“Open in private. My heart speaks there.”*
As the party’s glow settled in, guests continued showering Sena with love and gifts. Kelly, approached Sena with a beautifully wrapped box tied with a velvet ribbon. “Happy birthday, Sena,” Kelly said with a warm smile.
“I hope this brings you even more joy.”
Leon, Sasha, Ryan, Edgar, and C**t, followed closely behind. Each handed Sena a unique gift, tokens of their deep respect and friendship.
Meanwhile, across the room, a quietly serious attendant approached Sena’s mother. With a gentle nod, he handed her a sealed envelope. The moment felt heavy with unspoken words.
Sena’s mother excused herself gracefully from the crowd, her footsteps slow as she moved to a private room. Once inside, she broke the seal and unfolded the letter. Her eyes scanned the lines, each word cutting deeper than the last—her sister Aera Shin, had taken her own life while in jail. A wave of sorrow washed over her, but she steadied herself, knowing this was a heavy truth she’d soon share with her family.
★
Then, just when Sena thought the night couldn’t get any more magical, the lights dimmed. A spotlight hit the stage.
Music began to play softly—*Justin's hit song*
He walked onto the stage in a sleek tuxedo, the crowd parting for him as if destiny cleared his path. He took the mic, his eyes never leaving hers.
“I’ve waited for the perfect moment. And tonight, the world is here. Just like the world watched you rise, I want the world to watch this moment too.”
He stepped down from the stage, slowly walking toward her. When he reached her, he knelt, holding up a ring that sparkled like a galaxy trapped in a diamond.
Gasps. Shutters clicked. The press went wild.
“Sena… you are my peace, my purpose, and my forever. Will you marry me?”
The world stilled. Her hands trembled. Her smile widened. Her eyes filled with tears.
“Yes,” she whispered. “A million times, yes.”
The crowd roared. Fireworks exploded in the sky. Cameras flashed like lightning. Within minutes, the proposal went viral. Social media lit up: ** **.
The mood lifted again as Kelly stepped forward, taking Yeona’s hand in his. The crowd hushed, sensing something special was about to happen again.
“Yeona,” Kelly began, his voice steady yet tender, “you have been a light in my life—a true friend, a partner in laughter and in tears. On this special day, I want to ask you to share all your tomorrows with me. Will you marry me?”
Everywhere became quiet waiting for Yeona's response.
Yeona’s eyes sparkled with surprise and joy. The room seemed to hold its breath until she whispered, “Yes,” smiling brightly.
Cheers erupted, and Justin, watching the scene unfold, grinned wide. The night was full of love—gifts, promises, memories made, and the bittersweet threads of life weaving their way through.
★★★
And through it all, Sena knew this was just the beginning of a beautiful new chapter for them all.
The night ended with tears of joy, dancing under the stars, champagne toasts, and endless congratulations. Sena stood by the balcony later, looking out at the lights below, Justin’s arms wrapped around her.
THE END.
She had risen from nothing to everything—not by luck, but by grace, pain, strength, and love.
And with that, her story was complete.
★
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