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Novel World, Orlu (2025)

02/07/2025

🖤👑REJECTED
MATE👑🖤

(⚔️Fated to the Alpha King⚔️)

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★ Prologue ★

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Elara Veyne stood at the altar, heart pounding, hands trembling. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life—her wedding to Alpha Drenvar Wolfric of the Moonstone Pack.

Instead, it became the scene of her greatest humiliation.

“You’re a weak, wolf-less Siphon,” Drenvar spat, his voice sharp and cruel. “No one wants a useless mate—especially not a Siphon.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd like a violent wind. Elara’s chest tightened. Her knees nearly buckled.

Shame burned hotter than tears.

Rejected. In front of everyone.

But fate was not finished with her.

Elara had no idea that her shattered heart would draw the attention of Torin Rathgar—the fearsome Alpha King of the Silvercrest Pack. Ruthless. Revered. Untouchable.

He could have any woman. Yet, he claimed her.

To be claimed by the Alpha King meant power, protection, and a chance to shed the cursed title of Siphon forever.

But Torin harbored a secret as dark as the full moon’s shadow: a vow to purge every Siphon from existence. Erase their bloodline. Cleanse the realm.

And now… fate had bound him to the very woman he swore to destroy.

What happens when the Alpha King discovers his mate is the one thing he was born to eliminate?

★★

🖤👑REJECTED
MATE👑🖤

(⚔️Fated to the Alpha King⚔️)

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•CHAPTER 1 •

The moon hung high in the ancient skies, casting a silver glow over the sacred grounds of the Moonstone Pack. The air shimmered with enchantment...lanterns danced in the wind, elders chanted under their breath, and the scent of wild roses and sage drifted over the ceremonial altar.

Pack members gathered in silence, cloaked in their finest robes, watching with solemn eyes as the ceremony unfolded.

Elara Veyne stood tall despite the tremble in her hands, her silver gown trailing the stone steps beneath her. Her heart pounded not from fear...but from love. She turned to face her mate.

“I, Elara Veyne,” she spoke clearly, her voice trembling but full of sincerity, “take thee, Alpha Drenvar Wolfric, to be my mate.”

Whispers floated through the crowd. Smiles formed.

But Drenvar didn’t smile back.

“I, Alpha Drenvar Wolfric,” he said coldly, his voice slicing the silence like a dagger, “take thee… Lirien Thorne.”

A stunned pause swallowed the air.

From the shadows, a figure stepped forward—Lirien, the high witch of the Moonstone Pack. Dressed in emerald silk and obsidian jewels, her smile was wicked. Her green eyes sparkled with victory as she walked toward Drenvar and curled her hand into his.

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

👥“Elara’s best friend?” someone whispered.

👥“They grew up like sisters…”

Elara’s eyes widened. Her breath caught.

“What… what did you say?” she asked, barely above a whisper, as the ground beneath her seemed to shift.

Drenvar sneered and turned to face her fully, his voice raised without remorse. “I said, I take 'Lirien Thorne' as my mate. But perhaps I should say it again, louder.”

He stepped closer, eyes full of contempt.

“I chose Lirien. She’s powerful. She’s everything a Luna should be. Not some weak, wolf-less Siphon who’s been a burden to this pack since birth.”

Gasps turned into murmurs. Some looked away in pity, others stared in horror. Tears welled in Elara’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall...not yet.

Lirien’s mocking gaze met hers. The betrayal cut deeper than any blade.

And in that moment, Elara’s heart didn’t just break.

It began to harden.

“Elara, I’m so sorry about this. Drenvar and I… we’re in love,” she said, her tone soft and fake. “I hope you understand.”

Her words twisted like a dagger in Elara’s chest.

“But Lirien,” Elara whispered, her voice breaking, “we grew up together. I thought we were family. What… what are you doing?”

Lirien’s smile didn’t falter.

Drenvar sneered, stepping forward with disgust in his eyes.

“Don’t blame her, Lirien. My late father may have adopted you into this pack, but I would never accept you as my mate.”

His voice dropped cold and was cruel.

“You are nothing but a weak, wolf-less mate… and a Siphon.”

The crowd stirred in disbelief. Shock and began to murmurs,

Tears welled in Elara’s eyes.

“Drenvar… you know the curse would lift if you claimed me. How could you? How could you do this to me?”

Drenvar’s face twisted with rage.

“I *won’t* risk that!” he barked.

“If I claim you, every wolf who lost his mate would be drawn to mine. That would make you a *w***e*, Elara...a common, weak link in our bloodline! You’d be nothing but a Luna to every grieving wolf!”

He turned, shouting now.

“I won’t allow it. I can’t even *stand* it!”

The entire pack gasped in horror.

And then, his next words fell like thunder:

“I, Alpha Drenvar Wolfric, reject you, Elara Veyne.”

Silence.

Elara stood frozen, her heart shattered, her soul crushed beneath the weight of betrayal, humiliation, and loss.

Thunder clapped violently as if the heavens themselves rejected Drenvar’s cruel words.

Elara gasped blood spilled from her lips as a sharp pain tore through her chest. She fell to her knees in front of the altar, trembling, humiliated, and heartbroken.

Gasps echoed across the sacred grounds. No one dared move.

But then...Elara rose. Slowly. Her legs wobbled, her lips bloodstained, but her eyes burned with something fierce and raw.

She turned to face Drenvar, her voice hoarse yet unwavering.

“I accept your rejection, Alpha Drenvar Wolfric,” she said bitterly.

“But I will find my second chance mate… and I will show you what you threw away.”

She turned, ready to walk away with what little dignity she had left.

But Lirien stepped forward, a fake concern curling her lips.

“Elara, wait,” she said, her voice coated in mock sympathy. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. But… I truly wish you luck in finding another mate.” She smirked.

“As you said.” She added

Drenvar chuckled darkly behind her.

Elara clenched her jaw, turned her back, and walked away—shameful, but burning in anger.

**Several Hours Later — SILVERCREST TERRITORY**

A cool wind swept across the dusky horizon as Elara rode alone on a white horse. Her raven-black gown shimmered against the dying sunlight, and her long hair cascaded like waves down her back.

She was running. From the Moonstone Pack. From betrayal. From everything.

Tired. Betrayed. Frustrated. Exhausted.

Her eyes welled, but she refused to cry again. She had no idea where she was going—just somewhere far enough that no one could find her.

Suddenly, a guttural scream pierced the forest silence.

Elara pulled the reins, her horse halting as she leaned forward, curiosity and fear battling within her. Carefully, she dismounted and approached the source on foot.

In a clearing, she spotted a man kneeling and begging desperately.

“Please...please, I swear I’ll repent! I’ll change!”

A towering figure stood over him, face shadowed, voice silent.

Without a word, the figure clenched his hand...and snapped the man’s neck like it was nothing.

Elara gasped and instinctively backed into a tree, heart thudding.

But it was too late.

In a blur of supernatural speed, the figure vanished...only to appear right behind her.

Before she could scream, his hand wrapped around her throat. He lifted her effortlessly, his golden eyes glowing with threat and fury.

“Please don’t kill me!” Elara cried, gasping. “I...I didn’t do anything! I don’t know him...I swear...I’m just a traveler...I just arrived...I saw what happened and....”

She babbled desperately, clutching at his arm, panic flooding her.

But he didn’t loosen his grip.

Then...
He froze.

His wolf stirred.

"She’s our mate," the voice whispered inside him.

He staggered back slightly, confused. Eyes still glowing, yet no longer filled with killing intent.

“Mate?” he murmured inwardly, blinking at her.

Elara coughed, falling to her knees, shaking, terrified and unaware of what she just triggered.

TBC…
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27/06/2025

🎶❤️‍🔥SECRET DANCER ❤️‍🔥 🎶
(The Girl In A Hoodie)

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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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04/06/2025

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04/06/2025

🎶❤️‍🔥SECRET DANCER ❤️‍🔥 🎶
(The Girl In A Hoodie)

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★CHAPTER 30&31★

The national dance competition was in full swing, the Star Entertainment buzzing with energy.

Sena and Justin had just delivered a breathtaking performance, their chemistry lighting up the stage.

But in the shadows, Harry Choi with a vendetta, watched with a smirk, his mind racing with malice.

“Sena Kim… you refused to be mine,” Harry muttered to himself, his voice low and bitter.

“You’ll regret it today.”

His dance partner, Mervis, leaned closer, her eyes fixed on Sena’s graceful moves.

“She dances like a pro,” She whispered, impressed despite herself.

Harry’s gaze hardened.

“Study her steps. We’re in the finals, and the plan has to work. Got it?”

Mervis nodded, a sly smile spreading across her face.

“Got it.”

She stood and slipped out of the waiting area, her mission clear.

**The First Round Results**

The master of ceremonies’ voice boomed through the hall.

“Now, we announce the winners of the first round! Only 20 contestants move to the second round!”

The crowd gasped, murmurs rippling through the audience.

👥“Only 20?”

👥“That’s harsh!”

The announcer ignored the chatter, continuing,

“Contestants, if your number or name is called, you’re in the finals. Then we’ll crown the winners!”

★

Justin and Sena were back in the contestants’ waiting room, Justin frowned at his manager, mi-ok.

“Why only 20? That’s new.”
Mi-ok shook her head, puzzled.

“I don’t know, sir. It’s a last-minute change.”

Before Justin could respond, Lisa’s phone buzzed.

“Sir, I need to show you something urgent. It’s on this drive.” She held up a small flash drive, her expression tense.

They stepped out of the waiting room together, leaving Sena and Yeona who so engrossed on phone.

Just then, a group of female servers entered the waiting area, carrying trays of chilled water, juice, and snacks.

One server, a young woman with a bright smile, made a beeline for Sena.

“Hello, ma’am! I’m a huge fan. Could I get your autograph, please?” she gushed, her eyes sparkling.

Sena blinked, caught off guard but flattered. “Wow, really? Sure! Where do you want it?”

“On my shirt!” the server replied, handing Sena a pen.Sena laughed.

“That’s wild!” She signed her name,

“Cherry,” on the server’s shirt, her signature bold and loopy.

“Thank you so much!” the server beamed, bowing slightly.

“You must be thirsty after that performance. Here, have a drink.” She gestured to the tray, offering water and juice.Sena smiled.

“Thanks!” She picked up a bottle of water, and the server quickly opened it for her before hurrying off.

Sena took a sip, the cool liquid soothing her parched throat while Yeona's attention was on the phone.

Moments later, Justin returned, his face tense. He rushed to her side.

“Sena, we need to be careful. Harry’s up to something. I think he’s got an edge on us.”

Sena raised an eyebrow, still holding the bottle. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t drink anything here, no matter how thirsty you are,” Justin urged, his voice low. “I’ll get you something safe. Harry’s sneaky, and I don’t trust these servers.”

Sena’s eyes widened. “Too late. I already drank this. I was so thirsty, and you were gone.”

“Damn it!” Justin cursed.

“Who gave it to you?”Sena shrugged. “Some server. She said she was a fan.”

Justin’s eyes scanned her face, worried. “Are you feeling okay? Anything weird?”Sena laughed lightly, brushing it off.

“No, I’m fine. You’re acting like I drank poison. Nobody’s poisoning anyone at a dance competition, Justin.”

He didn’t laugh, his silence was heavy. “We’re the last contestants again for the finals. It’s gonna be tough. I just found out Harry and Mervis stole our dance routine. That’s why they’re number 17 this round.”

Sena gasped, stunned. “They stole our moves? That’s low!”

Justin nodded, his eyes softening as he looked at her.

“Beauty, I’m so glad you’re my partner. With you, we can come up with new steps, no problem.”

Sena blushed, her heart warming. “That’s sweet. I’m happy to be your dancer, too. Let’s rehearse a bit to nail a new routine.”

They started practicing, tweaking their steps to outshine Harry’s stolen choreography. The waiting room buzzed with other contestants, but Sena and Justin were lost in their world, perfecting their moves. Suddenly, the crowd’s cheers jolted them back.

“Contestants number 10!” the master of ceremonies called.

“No time!” Justin whispered, grabbing Sena’s hand and pulling her somewhere safe for better practice.

**Few minutes later**

★

It was their turn. The announcer’s voice echoed, “Last contestants! Sena Kim, and Justin Park! Time to shine!”

The crowd roared, fans screaming,

👥“Cherry! Justin! You’ve got this!”

👥“Dance gods!”

👥“ My Favorite idols!”

👥“Take the trophy!”

Justin stepped onto the stage first, his voice smooth as he began singing one of his hit songs, the melody captivating. The beat kicked in, and Sena made a stunning entrance, her dance moves sharp and fiery.

Their new routine was electric—spins, dips, and synchronized steps that left the judges speechless. The audience went wild, clapping and shouting,

👥“Cherry! Justin! You’re unreal!”

Ethan, in the front row with Mr. and Mrs. Williams, yelled, “I love you two!”

Harry, sitting with Mervis, looked stunned.

“Impossible!” he hissed. “She should be in a hospital by now—or worse. And Justin? He’s supposed to be lost without her!”

Mervis . “I gave her the poison myself. She drank it.”

“Maybe her body’s still processing it,” Harry muttered, nodding.

“It’ll hit soon.”

As Sena and Justin neared the end of their performance, the stage lights flickered and went out. Every electronic in the hall—speakers, screens—shut down. The crowd gasped, confused.

“Thank goodness!” Harry exclaimed, smirking.

“The judges will disqualify them now.”

Mervis nodded. “If not, they’d have won for sure.”

Harry chuckled, Now I’ll take that trophy.

“What’s happening?!” Justin shouted into the darkness. The lights snapped back on, and the crowd murmured nervously.

One judge stood, his voice stern. “I’m sorry, Justin Park and Miss Kim, but you can’t continue. Any interruption means disqualification, per the rules.”Justin’s eyes blazed.

“Why? We didn’t cause this!”

Another judge chimed in. “Doesn’t matter. Rules are rules.”

Sena’s anger flared. “That’s not fair! We were almost done!”

Harry laughed from the sidelines, enjoying the chaos. “This is too good.”

Suddenly, a shout came from the crowd. “Stop!” Mr. Williams stepped forward, his face full of anger.

At that moment, Sena staggered, blood trickling from her nose. She collapsed to the floor, her body limp.

“Sena!!!!” Justin yelled, rushing to her side. He knelt, cradling her face.

“Sena!!”

“Beauty, please don't!”

“Sena!” Mr. William, Emily William, Ethan, Yeona, Kelly, Mrs. Nam, C**t, Edgar, and Ryan shouted in unison, their voices filled with panic.

Harry and Mervis exchanged smug smiles, relishing the scene. The crowd went wild, some fans trying to climb the stage, only to be held back by security.

“To hell with this competition!” Justin roared through his mic, tossing it aside. He scooped Sena up in his arms, holding her close.

“My love, hold on,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

“Be strong for me. I have a surprise for you.” But Sena was unresponsive, her face pale.The ambulance arrived, sirens blaring. Justin handed Sena to the paramedics but insisted on riding with her.

“I’m not leaving her,” he said, climbing into the ambulance.Yeona jumped into Sena’s car with Ethan, while Kelly, Mr. Williams and Emily followed in their vehicle. Mrs. Nam, Sasha, Leon and Justin’s friends—C**t, Edgar, and Ryan—rushed to their cars, all speeding toward the hospital where Sena was being taken.

**At the Hospital**

The hospital was a blur of white walls and beeping machines.

Sena lay in a bed, hooked to monitors, her breathing shallow but steady.

The doctors confirmed she’d been poisoned but acted quickly, stabilizing her condition.

“She’s strong,” the doctor assured Justin and Mr. Williams.

“She’ll pull through, but she needs rest.”Justin sat by her bedside, holding her hand, his face etched with worry.

“You scared me, beauty,” he whispered.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

Yeona, tears in her eyes, stood with Kelly, who wrapped an arm around her.

Ethan clung to his mother, while Mr. Williams paced, his fists clenched. “Whoever did this will pay,” he vowed.

Mrs. Nam and Sasha arrived, their faces pale. “She’s going to be okay,” Mrs. Nam said, her voice trembling but hopeful.

Just then, Kelly's phone rang. It was Justin's manager, Mi-Ok.

“Please hand the phone to my boss,” she said politely, despite Yeona's intense glare. Kelly promptly handed over the phone.

“Hello?” Justin said.

“Sir, you and Sena were announced as the winners of the competition,” Mi-Ok replied.

Justin chuckled.

“ I don't need it anymore. I want Harry arrested. No one messes with what's mine. You have a few minutes to release all evidence to the police. I want to see him disgraced and his reputation ruined.”

With that, Justin ended the call. The room fell silent, with everyone staring in awe.

TBC.

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