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Falling for the Starlet

Falling for the Starlet

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"You're shaking?" Lucy's breath caught as Caleb's deep voice wrapped around her. "I-I'm sorry, sir... this isn't right" she whispered, not daring to look up. "You don't have anything to worry about," he murmured, stepping closer. "I will protect you, just be obedient." --- Lucy never expected crying outside a locked audition room to change her life. But when the cold, untouchable CEO of Sinclair Studios secretly gave her a chance, she found herself on screen and in his sights. The more Lucy rises in the industry, the more Caleb seems to appear, watching, guiding... claiming. But Caleb isn't single. His girlfriend, Theresa, is an A-list actress who won't let some rookie take her place... not on screen, and definitely not in Caleb's heart. When passion turns possessive and the cameras keep rolling, Lucy must choose: keep her head down and protect her career, or fall for the man who could destroy everything she's built.

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Chapter 1 The Audition I

"You're not fit for the role, sweetheart. Go home."

The casting director's words echoed in Lucy Martinez's head as she stumbled out of Sinclair Studios, her audition number crumpled in her shaking fist. The security guard locked the glass doors behind her with a loud click that felt like a coffin closing.

She pressed her back against the cold brick wall and let the tears fall. Three years of preparation, every penny saved from her waitressing job, all for thirty seconds of humiliation.

Her phone buzzed. Tiana.

"How did it go, superstar?"

Lucy couldn't speak past the lump in her throat.

"Lucy? Talk to me."

"They didn't even let me read," she whispered. "Said I wasn't their type before I opened my mouth."

"Those idiots wouldn't know talent if it slapped them. I'm coming to get you."

"No, I can take the bus home and cry in private."

"Absolutely not. Stay put."

Lucy slid down the wall until she was sitting on the dirty sidewalk, not caring about her best dress. Around her, other rejected hopefuls walked away like this was just another Tuesday. Maybe it was easier when you stopped believing in dreams.

Three blocks away, Caleb Sinclair reviewed contracts in his Mercedes, oblivious to the traffic crawling around them. His phone lit up with a text from Theresa. "Baby, Sorry, won't be available for dinner tonight."

He typed back "No problem" without looking up. Theresa Montenegro was everything a man in his position should want. Beautiful, successful, the perfect trophy girlfriend for magazine covers. So why did every interaction feel like a business transaction?

"Sir, we're at a standstill," his driver announced.

Caleb glanced out the tinted window. They were stopped outside his studio's main entrance where a small crowd lingered on the sidewalk. Audition day. He'd watched enough of these scenes growing up to recognize the defeated postures and tear-stained faces.

That's when he saw her.

A young woman sat alone against the building, her dark hair falling like a curtain around her face. Something about her quiet devastation made him lean forward. While others performed their disappointment for an audience, she wept with the kind of raw honesty that cut through his usual indifference.

"Keep driving," he told his driver, but couldn't stop watching her through the rear window until she disappeared.

Back in his penthouse office an hour later, Caleb stood at his floor-to-ceiling windows, but his mind wasn't on the city lights below. He found himself thinking about tear-stained cheeks and the way genuine heartbreak looked different from theatrical disappointment.

Before he could second-guess himself, he called security.

"I need exterior camera footage from this afternoon. Main entrance, around four-thirty."

"Sir?"

"Just send it to my personal email."

Twenty minutes later, he was studying the footage on his laptop. There she was, the girl who'd been crying. The timestamp showed her arriving fifteen minutes after auditions closed. She'd been too late through no fault of her own.

Caleb picked up his phone and dialed his casting director.

"Jennifer, I need you to contact someone."

Lucy was still on the sidewalk when Tiana's beat-up Honda pulled up. Her best friend since high school jumped out, armed with tissues and righteous anger.

"Those casting people are blind morons," Tiana declared, wrapping Lucy in a fierce hug. "Your talent could fill this entire building."

"Maybe I'm kidding myself. Maybe I should go back to Ohio and work at my mom's salon."

"Don't you dare. We didn't come to LA to give up after one stupid audition."

Lucy's phone rang. Unknown number.

"Probably a telemarketer," she muttered, but answered anyway. "Hello?"

"Is this Lucy Martinez?" A professional female voice.

"Yes?"

"This is Jennifer Walsh from Sinclair Studios casting. Are you available for an audition tomorrow at nine AM?"

Lucy's heart stopped. "I'm sorry, what?"

"We had a last-minute opening and your headshot caught our attention. Can you be here tomorrow morning?"

"Yes, absolutely. I'll be there."

"Perfect. Ask for me at reception. This is for a supporting role in 'Midnight in Manhattan.' I'll email you the sides now."

The line went dead. Lucy stared at her phone like it might explode.

"Who was that?" Tiana asked, studying Lucy's expression.

"Sinclair Studios. They want me to audition tomorrow."

"Are you serious? Lucy, this is huge!"

Lucy's email chimed. The script pages were there, real and official with the studio letterhead. Her hands trembled as she scrolled through the scenes.

"This doesn't make sense," she whispered. "They turned me away today. Why would they call me back?"

Tiana grabbed her shoulders. "Who cares why? This is your shot!"

As they drove home through the neon-lit streets, Lucy couldn't shake the feeling that something bigger than luck was at play. In her two years of auditions, callbacks came through agents or after impressive reads. Never from mysterious phone calls after public rejections.

That night, Lucy rehearsed her lines until dawn, unaware that thirty floors above the city, Caleb Sinclair was lying awake thinking about a girl whose tears had looked too real for Hollywood.

He'd told himself it was simple compassion, a moment of weakness for someone who reminded him why he'd once believed in dreams. But as he stared at the ceiling, one thought kept circling back.

He wanted to see her again.

The next morning, Lucy stood outside Sinclair Studios in her second-best dress, script pages memorized and hands steady for the first time in months. She was early, professional, ready.

What she wasn't ready for was the text that buzzed on her phone as she approached the entrance.

"Don't go in there. It's a trap. Someone's setting you up to fail. Trust me. - A Friend"

Lucy stopped dead on the sidewalk, her blood turning to ice. She read the message three times, her confidence crumbling with each word.

Who would send this? And why?

The studio doors loomed ahead, but now they looked less like opportunity and more like a trap waiting to spring.

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