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On screen, her top-tier performer, Kaelen, was delivering the scene with a raw, unguarded passion he’d never shown her. Not in auditions, not in their private rehearsals, and certainly not in the two years she’d carefully curated his career. His partner in the frame was the new girl, Sable. And Sable, with her easy, unforced chemistry, was doing something Helena had failed to do for months: making Kaelen smile .

Later, as she walked to her car, she saw them through the stage door’s window. Kaelen and Sable, sharing a takeout container under a work light, heads bent together. He said something, and Sable threw her head back in that laugh. Helena stood in the dark, watching, until the chill of the jealousy she’d tried to monetize and manage finally seeped into her bones.

Jealousy, she realized, wasn’t the hot, red thing described in cheap novels. It was cold. It was the click of a lock. It was a quiet, precise calculation. MissaX 23 02 17 Helena Locke Jealous Mommy XXX ...

She expected pushback. Instead, she got nods. That was the power she’d cultivated: they trusted her instincts. What they didn’t know was that her instinct tonight wasn’t about content calendars or market trends. It was about the way Kaelen had looked past her, and the way Sable had laughed—a sound that made Helena feel, for the first time in years, utterly replaceable.

“That felt good, right?” he asked, running a hand through his hair. His eyes, however, drifted past Helena to where Sable was laughing with a makeup artist. “She’s got this… lightness.” On screen, her top-tier performer, Kaelen, was delivering

Helena’s jaw tightened. “Lightness doesn’t sell subscriptions, Kaelen. Edge does. Remember the Dark Vows series? You made that a hit. Not giggles.”

Jealousy had made her clever, but not yet cruel. She wanted to keep it that way. For now, she would let Kaelen have his lightness. She would let Sable have her laugh. And she would find out, in the cold quiet of her own ambition, what was left of Helena Locke when she wasn’t the one being watched. And Sable, with her easy, unforced chemistry, was

That night, Helena didn’t go home. She sat in her glass-walled office overlooking the empty soundstage, scrolling through entertainment news on her tablet. Every headline seemed designed to mock her.