She looked so distressed, her eyes wide as if sothing terrible had happened. "He never celebrates it, I know, but still... what kind of mother forgets her son’s birthday?! I didn’t even call him yet, or send anything, and I’ve been so caught up with other things, I thought maybe everyone else forgot too and he’d end up alone today!"
Rose’s expression changed as she stood up. "Mom... calm down. Breathe."
Ana looked at her helplessly. "Do you think he’ll be hurt? I know he acts like he doesn’t care, but he’s always been like that...quiet, keeping things to himself. What if deep inside he actually wanted soone to rember?"
Rose smiled. "Don’t worry. I didn’t forget. I sent Brother a gift earlier today, rember? I asked one of the guards to make sure it reaches him. And besides..."
She paused, her smile widening as she thought of her brother. "He’s not alone this year, Mom. He’s with Sister Lilith. Don’t you think she has sothing planned for him?"
"What—she’s with him?" Ana’s voice rose sharply, her eyes filling with anxiety. "That woman... Master said she’s dangerous. We can’t trust her. I can’t risk Sebby getting hurt!"
Rose’s smile faded as she heard her mother’s worried tone. Her brows pulled together in a small frown, and she stood up straight.
"Mom..." she said firmly. "You forgot Brother’s birthday, but that doesn’t an you should create a scene now. Don’t ruin his happiness."
Ana looked taken aback, but Rose didn’t stop.
"I know you’re worried," she added softly, "but if you look closely, you’ll see that Brother is the happiest he’s been in years. So please, just... don’t interfere, okay?"
Ana opened her mouth but couldn’t find words. She stood there silently, lips pressed together, eyes lost in thought.
"And I have howork to finish," Rose said, walking past her. It wasn’t a harsh dismissal, but her tone made it clear.
Ana nodded slowly, still deep in thought, and quietly walked out of the room leaving Rose behind, who gave one last glance at the window.
And Loki narrowed his glowing feline eyes.
Of course elder sister Lilith was dangerous–dangerously beautiful, dangerously powerful, and dangerously untouchable. This big pheasant nad Ana was scared of her. That’s why she wanted to keep Lilith away from her precious son, huh?
What a joke.
He flicked his tail once, elegantly and then... his sharp eyes glinted.
He was only waiting for one more thing—
For the Emperor to wake up and when he does, the real storm will begin.
***
"Lights, cara, action!" the director shouted, his voice echoing across the set.
Everyone turned their eyes toward Lilith.
She stood beneath the spotlight, calm and composed, her figure wrapped in a classic costu that highlighted her natural grace. The cara loved her, and so did the people. There was sothing about her—an elegance that couldn’t be taught, a confidence that didn’t need permission.
Whispers moved through the crew and extras. Even those not part of the scene stood quietly to watch her.
After all, she wasn’t just beautiful. She was fascinating.
Recently, a short video had gone viral—one where an influencer had tried to flirt with her on the street, asking in front of a live cara, "If you had to choose a boyfriend between us two, who would it be?"
And Lilith, without even glancing at them, had coldly replied, "If I had to choose between a clown and another clown... I’d probably just go to the circus instead."
That one sentence sparked chaos online.
s. Edits. Fan-cams. Jokes. Complints. Everyone was sharing it.
She was suddenly everywhere and everyone was obsessed with the mysterious, bold woman who refused to follow the script.
And yet... very few people knew her real story.
Most didn’t realize she was once engaged to Rayan.
Even fewer rembered she was the long-lost girlfriend of Sebastian Carter—the cold CEO who rarely let anyone close.
Much of the dia coverage from those tis had been erased quietly. Alexander had taken care of that.
As for the rest? Unless soone had been a celebrity, it was easy to forget them in a world that moved so fast.
But now... the spotlight had returned to her.
And to ride the wave of her rising popularity, a few people from the set quietly started recording short clips of Lilith—her candid monts between takes, the way she laughed with the nina, how she fixed her hair in the mirror, or simply the way she walked across the set with elegance that felt almost unreal.
Soon, beautifully edited videos began surfacing online.
Soft background music, slow-motion transitions, and close-ups of her eyes or rare smile turned those clips into viral content. One of the most liked edits was captioned: "Goddess energy on set—who is she?"
People started comnting, sharing, reposting.
"She’s working on a movie?"
"What role is she playing? I need to know!"
"Her aura feels so powerful and calm at the sa ti."
"Wait... isn’t she the sa girl from that street interview?!"
Just like that, the buzz grew.
Without her even trying, Lilith beca the mysterious new actress everyone wanted to know more about and this ti, not because of gossip or past scandals.
This ti, it was all her own charm.
However, Lilith wasn’t thrilled by the sudden popularity.
In fact, she found it troubleso.
Every ti she stepped outside the studio or her hotel, small groups of content creators were already waiting for her, holding caras and microphones, ready to record her every move. So even followed her car or waited near her regular coffee shop, hoping for a clip or soundbite that could go viral.
It had beco exhausting.
Now, whenever she went out, she had to wear a black mask that covered most of her face. A hoodie or cap beca part of her daily outfit, and she avoided eye contact with anyone holding a phone pointed in her direction.
But even then... her eyes betrayed her.
Lilith’s striking blue eyes, frad by naturally long, dark lashes, were impossible to forget. Deep and piercing, they looked as if they could see right through soone’s soul. And despite the mask, those eyes alone made people pause.
"Is that her?" they’d whisper. "It has to be."
Lilith could feel their eyes following her. The attention felt heavy.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like being seen, she had always carried herself like a queen. But this kind of attention was different.
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