Perfect Superstar

Perfect Superstar

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"What's the highest bid?" The young man displayed his peerless smile while countlees flashes from cameras filled the whole place. "Sixty four million sir" the host of the event respectully replied as he is talking to one of the most payed celebrities. "Sixty four million... quite a lot. Mister, could you tell me how much can you offer so that I will choose to perform for your son?" The handsome man faced the mister he was talking to earlier. The old man had asked him to perform for his son. However, he haven't told him his offer. "I don't have money... I only have my son's drawing him. He is your fan, please perform for him" The man's statement made the crowd laugh. Many millionaires are willing to spend numerous amount so that the handsome man would perform for them. The man gave birth to an embarassed face while he gripped the canvas in his hands. Little did the the celebrity know, the man has a fifteen year old son which had been suffering from simple liver problems but no one had offered assistance to them. Hence, the father can only cry and fulfill his son's last wishes and watch him suffer and die slowly. "Mister, they are willing to pay me more than my salary. How could your son's drawings pay me?" The celebrity laughed lightly while talking to the man. The man regreted his actions, he already knew from the start that his son could never meet his idol in this lifetime. However,despite knowing this, he still acted stubborn and came with a mere drawing. The celebrity smiled gently and his charmes again shined. He held the mic in his hands lightly while saying," Please prepare my guitar and car. I'll perform to Mister's son" The man widened his eyes since the tables have turned. In just a split of a second, his doubts were confirmed. The celebrity has a good heart A word-class performance was bought using a low class-drawing.
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What happens when the dangerous Mafia does not want your money but something else in return? Are you ready to freeze at his cold stare and burn with the intensity of his closeness? ・↝ "Why? I did my part of job, now you are to do the same." He husked, pulling me more closer to his chest and his hand now brushing against my clothed arm, I jerked it away immediately, "I-i did already, I cleaned the whole room!" I spoke, desperately trying to be freed. "Didn't you said you would provide me 'special service'?" He asked, making me look up as I realised what he meant. He was smirking at my state while I was suddenly feeling more scared of him, "I-i am sorry I-i can't do that." I tried to say. "Do what?" He was playing around with me, I think he loved seeing me scared of him. _______________________________________ "How does it feel? To loose a loved one?" "How does it feel? To kill a loved one?" The truth is that, we can never escape our own deeds, no matter how much we run, we always end up circling around our fate. ________________________________________ "You killed her!" We both screamed in rage, eyes bloodshot red and hatred filled in our eyes. "Don't. You dare to lie. Again." He growled, grabbing my jaw in anger. I let my tears run down a river again, glaring at him with all the hatred I had built in my heart for him. "Asshole!" I muttered with a smirk, his eyes piercing my soul in half. ❥are you ready,darling? _____________________________________ ☞strong language+ mention of violence, suicide,etc. ☞death of a really important and beloved character! ☞Mafia au, angst.

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