Dominate Showbiz: Media Tycoon Discovered My Talent-Chapter 125: Blacklist

Kaija ran a hand through the chestnut hair of the man sleeping soundly beside her, the silver eyes she had grown to love now closed, his breathing faint but steady.

They had been wrapped up in carnal indulgence until the last light left the sky, only stopping briefly for a small dinner and a quick shower together before dirtying themselves with each other’s fluids all over again.

Today was a rare occasion, one where she was still conscious after sex with Charles, while he had exhausted himself enough to doze off first.

She would have drifted off too after so much exertion, if she didn’t still have more important things on her mind.

Earlier that morning, when Liisi finished her speech and a dreadful silence filled the hall, Kaija had risen from her chair, grabbed a mic, and stepped back into the spotlight.

"Erm... okay. That was really unexpected. Anyway, since Liisi here has decided, I suppose I’ll accept her... thoughtful consideration, no matter how... unconventional it was."

Then her voice brightened. "So! I guess the press meeting is over! You guys in the back, let’s get a group photo later on, yeah?"

Almost immediately, roars and cheers erupted from the fans packed into the back rows, banners waving excitedly in their hands.

"Alright, alright!" Kaija laughed in response. "Let’s wrap it up, then, shall we?"

"Of course!" Liisi chimed in brightly into the mic at the podium. "Sister! Come here! Let me give you a hug."

Kaija shuddered slightly, but rejecting her outright in front of everyone, especially after the title renouncement, didn’t seem wise.

Reluctantly, she stepped toward Liisi, who was smiling brightly as she skipped over to her.

"Um... thanks for your... consideration, I guess," Kaija said quietly as Liisi wrapped her arms around her neck, clinging as though they had been best friends forever. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

With Liisi’s chin resting on her shoulder, Kaija couldn’t see her expression. But the hatred and sneer in her voice were unmistakable.

"Enjoy this while you can, bitch," Liisi murmured, her face still radiant and smiling, careful not to let Charles catch a hint of what she was saying.

"You think winning this tiny competition and becoming the center of attention means you’ve won the world?" she continued softly. "No, sister. Let me tell you something.

"This is only the beginning. It marks the start of the miserable days waiting for you ahead.

"Even if it’s not me, the world will teach you what it really means to be part of this madness called stardom and show business.

"And I’ll be there to watch you wreck yourself in this rotten world we live in, sister dear."

When Liisi finally finished, Kaija didn’t reply.

Instead, the arms that had been hanging loosely at her sides all this time suddenly tightened around Liisi’s waist, pulling the smiley girl into the fake embrace with surprising force.

"How thoughtful of you, sister dear," Kaija muttered in a low growl, fingers digging into the pink-haired girl’s flesh. "If you think any of this will make me forget how you shamelessly stole my song and gave it the most brainless title I’ve ever heard, then you are horribly, terribly wrong, bitch.

"I might not have been able to do anything about your petty crime back then, when all the odds were against me, a mere trainee compared to you, a beloved star.

"But thanks to you, I feel more encouraged than ever to shed that trainee role and fight you openly, under the very spotlight we’re both standing in now.

"The next time you think about stabbing someone in the back, maybe consider changing your hair color to something less noticeable, yeah?

"If you keep running around with pink hair committing petty crimes, you might just get yourself caught again one day, sister dear."

Liisi’s face twisted slightly from the pain digging into her skin. "How dare you—"

"Shh..." Kaija hushed her, pressing her fingers in deeper. "Everyone’s watching and snapping photos, dearie.

"You wouldn’t want them to catch your face twisting into something so disgustingly contorted, would you?

"Come on, do what you do best, sister dear. Put on that fake smile. Chuckle sweetly like we’re having a lovely, sisterly chat. Play along.

"Or would you prefer our dear boss, sitting right over there in the corner, to see that ugly expression of yours?"

At the mention of Charles, a hiss slipped from Liisi as she bit down on her lip, forcing her darkened features back into a bright smile. Inside, though, she wanted nothing more than to slap the blonde girl’s face, which no doubt was wearing a smug, victorious expression right now.

"Good job. There we go," Kaija teased, patting Liisi’s back as she finally released the pink-haired girl. Her own face bloomed into a radiant smile. "Now, excuse me. I have photos to take with my new fans, and standing this close to you seriously makes me want to vomit, sister."

With that, she waved once more at the flashing cameras and rows of journalists, then walked off the stage with Charles, heading toward the front hall to meet her fans.

She didn’t spare a glance for whatever twisted expression Liisi wore behind her. Well, not that she cared.

Her mind was already elsewhere, keenly fixed on how she would give Charles a thorough make-out session or more after the photoshoot.

The way he had confessed so calmly, yet softly, about the surprise he’d prepared for her earlier while they sat side by side had left that place between her thighs burning, wet heat pooling out in her panties.

"Gracious God, forgive me for growing more and more obsessed with my handsome man, no matter how much he drains me with his endless sexual desire," she murmured, twirling a strand of his hair between her fingers, until she caught herself with her own words.

"Oh, great," her eyes rolled upward. "Now I’m calling you my man too. Look what you’ve turned me into, Charles."

With one last soft kiss to his forehead, Kaija left the dim bedroom and settled at the wooden desk in Charles’s study, a sheet of paper and a pen ready in her hands.

"Alright," she muttered, scribbling across the blank page. "Let’s see how we’re going to survive in this sick world full of two-faced freaks who spend all day thinking of nothing but stabbing me in the back or kidnapping me in broad daylight.

"So, obviously, that pink-haired bitch should be at the top of the list... She thinks she could just get away with renouncing her title?

"Sorry dear, but I kinda expected more than just that. Let’s see what sort of dirty secrets I could dig up that shall send your career to an end for good.

"Oh, actually... There’s also that rich, powerful, and thoroughly twisted guy who drugged and almost raped me bondage-style. And he wanted to film it too? That’s just beyond sick.

"Given how I escaped his messed-up plan, he’ll definitely try something even worse in the future. Let’s make sure I don’t get kidnapped by his men ever again, shall we?

"But wait. Wasn’t he also going to find more ways to mess with Charles? I’m damn sure he would. Considering how he must have put Antony through hell too, it’d be nice if there were a way to teach him a proper lesson in return, wouldn’t it?

"Oh, and now that Charles is probably going to launch an all-out attack on that dangerous politician very soon, I probably won’t be safe either. That guy knows I exist, and his men already kidnapped me once...

"Better watch out for him too, or I might end up with a few limbs sent back to Charles if he gets me again next time. Ouch. Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps...

"Hm... who else? Why do I have a feeling this list is going to get much longer very soon after my debut?

"Alright, let’s put it this way then..."

Within seconds, names and numbers filled the page in black ink, each marked with a tiny knife doodle beside it.

1. Liisi Grant

2. Max Kosonen

3. Simo Isota

4. Any other fucker who dares mess with me and my people