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Beyond the Boundary
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Ongoing, First published Jun 28, 2025
Mature
Cleo Petracca never asked to be known as Christian Petracca's little sister - or as that girl from the Netflix series. After years of acting in the U.S., she's back in Melbourne, trading red carpets for stadium grass and scripts for real-life tension.

While Cleo tries to reconnect with her roots - and her famous brother's AFL world - the media can't help but focus on the wrong things. The sidelines aren't just for football anymore: Cleo's been spotted with more than one rising star, and whispers of romances, rivalries, and regret are kicking off faster than the game itself.

But Cleo isn't here to play games - at least not those ones. She's figuring out who she is beyond the boundary of fame, family, and football. And if she breaks a few hearts along the way? Well... that's not entirely unintentional.
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Cleo Ashford wasn't exactly Stars Hollow's sweetheart - and she never tried to be. You didn't need to be a mind reader or some psychic tarot-reading town weirdo to figure out why Mrs. Kim practically hissed like a vampire at the sight of her near Lane. Why Babette's muttering turned into full-on commentary the second Cleo's combat boots hit the pavement. Or why Luke Danes, king of grumpy coffee slinging, could suddenly remember a dozen "fire code violations" every time Cleo asked if he was hiring. People didn't like her. Fine. Cool. Cute, even. Let them clutch their pearls while she smoked in the alley behind Doose's and rolled her eyes through yet another town meeting where Taylor tried to ban fun. Cleo wasn't interested in fitting in with the cookie-cutter charm of this postcard town. She wasn't interested in validation, approval, or any of the suffocating politeness the residents used like a weapon. She had a plan - get out. Leave Stars Hollow choking on her exhaust. As soon as her mom stopped pretending she could "fix her" with therapy pamphlets and curfews, Cleo was gone. One-way ticket. New life. No strings. But then he showed up. Luke's nephew. Broody, smug, eyes like he knew things he had no business knowing. A boy who didn't look at her like she was trouble - he looked at her like he wanted to get in trouble with her. And that? That was a problem. A distraction. An anchor. Now, it wasn't just her mother trying to chain her to this town. It was him, too. And Cleo Ashford didn't do chains.