In the relentless spotlight of fame, Jocelyn West (rising pop princess) and Paige Bueckers' fiery romance ignites, but their struggle with toxic tendencies threatens to consume BOTH their careers, and each other. Who knows if they'll come out alive.
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Despite having been dating Connor for years, barely anyone knew they were dating. It was something that was private but not a secret. Like Zendaya and Tom Holland or Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds's.
Connor was a constant presence in her life, but always just out of the public eye. They had been dating for three years, ever since Jocelyn's career had taken off. In the beginning, she had truly loved him. Back then, she was young, dazzled by his success, his world. Connor was an Oscar-winning movie director, older and wiser, and she had fallen for him with the starry-eyed enthusiasm of a teenage girl.
Now, as she grew up and her own career soared, the stars in her eyes had faded. And wandered elsewhere. Often to women.
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LOS ANGELES | HOLLYWOOD HILLS HOME After a short flight back to LA, the car pulled up to their Hollywood Hills mansion, a testament to their combined success. Jocelyn slipped inside quietly, making her way to the bedroom.
Connor was still asleep, his form barely visible under the covers. She undressed silently, slipping into bed beside him. As she lay there, staring at the ceiling, her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions.
She tries to close her eyes for a few hours, but before she knows it she feels Connor's large frame shift in the bed.
Connor stirred beside her, blinking his eyes open. He stretched, then turned to look at Jocelyn. "Hi sweetheart. Look who's finally home." He says kissing her forehead gently.
"You look tired," he said, his tone a mix of concern and judgment. "You should take better care of yourself. Those late nights aren't doing your complexion any favors."
Jocelyn forced a smile, trying to shake off the lingering exhaustion. "I'll be fine. Just a busy night."
Connor frowned, his eyes scanning her face and body. "You should really think about cutting back. And maybe lay off the carbs a bit. You're starting to look a little... soft."
She bit back a retort, reminding herself that Connor had always been this way—overbearing, but with a hint of sweetness that made it hard to stay angry. "I'll keep that in mind," she said, her voice tight.
