Hilary has been suspecting her ex-husband's affair with Cassie Castillo for a long time.
Cassie Castillo denies being a homewrecker.
Jude Scott releases another single that speaks about his heartbreak after his ex-girlfriend's betrayal.
Did Jude just dodge a bullet?
Cassie Castillo and Alejandro Sanchez spotted outside his hotel. Will she ever learn?
Cassie Castillo received death threats from sasaeng fans. People say she deserves it.
"You guys are horrible," Paul complains, placing a glass of wine on the coffee table with a loud thud before standing up from his seat. "Why are you showing her all of this?"
"Cassie, how are you going to explain to your fans if your next songs are about first love, finding yourself and loyalty?" Oscar asks. "From their point of view, you broke a lot of hearts here. Theywon't feel any connection."
"In short, it's a matter of time before they put the record into the trash and say 'bullshit,'" Morgan mutters, and I snap my head toward her, boiling in anger.
I've been working hard, suffering in every possible way, just to make her satisfied. I even had to call my doctor twice this year, and I was almost admitted into the hospital because of overwork—with all those nonstop tours, events and dance practices.
But Morgan never picks me up when I fall.
"Can't you do something about it?" I ask Oscar. "Can't the company do something about this? All of those accusations are false except for one, that is me sleeping with Alejandro." Frustration is evident in my voice.
Oscar, however, stays silent, staring at me. I stand up from the couch.
"So, one of the biggest recording labels in the world, Astalis Records, can't do anything about that?" A scoff leaves my mouth. "For God's sake. We're rich. We have connections. We should be able to clear all of those misunderstandings. We should be able to do something.Anything."
"We did try," Oscar says, crossing his arms on his chest. "We approached one of the biggest news media companies in the hope that once we have a deal with them, the rest of the misleading news will sound stupid."
"So? How did it go?" I urge, starting to lose my patience.
"We have one problem," Oscar says, and I don't like the look in his eyes, as if telling me to brace myself before hearing his next sentence. He then looks at Paul. "Paul, give her some water first."
Abruptly, Paul prepares a glass of water for me and hands it to me. Despite how irritated I am, I still take it and finish it in one gulp before handing it back to him.
"OK. Speak," I say to Oscar.
Oscar sighs. "We almost managed to close a deal with Premier News and Media Corporation, but," he pauses.
"But what?" I ask, thinking that it's a good start. The said company is the biggest diversified broadcasting company in the country.
"But before they can make a decision that will have such a huge impact on their readers and viewers, which will affect their profits significantly, they will have to get the approval from their shareholders," Oscar says. "And recently, the majority of their shares has been acquired by another party. Have you heard of Lucas Klein?"
I don't even know who the hell that man is, probably one of the most successful businessmen in the US. "What about him?"
"Well, he's willing to secure the deal, but on one condition," Oscar says, looking extra careful to approach the topic.
"What condition?" I urge.
"Inhale," he orders.
"What?" I squeak.
"Cassie, take a deep breath," Oscar says, motioning with his hands.
I am hella confused, but since I need it, I do it nonetheless. I inhale deeply.
"Now, exhale," he says, and I do as he told me.
