"You might want to take a look at these," Johnny slammed several copies of magazines and newspapers onto the smoothly polished, solid wood table inside the conference room.
Plonked comfortably on a leather chair, JC apathetically looked at them without even bothering to pick them up. "It's always the same write-ups", he replied casually while brushing his sexy lips with his fingers. He followed his gaze to Johnny, who was pacing with his arms on his waist, eyebrows furrowed, and seemed to be lost in his thoughts. "You can't always be like this, JC. This is not looking good for your career anymore."
JC shrugged, "Well, maybe that's a good thing."
Johnny stared at him, disbelief written all over his face. "You can't be serious. You're just going to throw it all away? After everything you've worked for all these years? JC, you're living the dream."
The dream, JC thought bitterly. The endless rehearsals, fake smiles, and sold-out arenas that left him feeling emptier with each encore. Everyone called it success; he called it survival.
He looked away, eyes fixed on something far beyond the room. "Maybe I'm just done living a dream that was never mine to begin with." With that, JC rose to his feet and, without another word, turned and strode out of the room, leaving Johnny frozen in place and helpless to stop him.
At the back of Johnny's mind, a warning bell rang. Letting JC walk away now could mean losing him to the shadows forever, and Johnny, as his long-time manager, wasn't about to let that happen.
He stood there, staring at the closed door, his mind racing. The problem wasn't just JC's career-it was his image. The fans wanted stability, the industry wanted a headline, and JC... well, JC wanted none of it now.
That's when the idea struck.
It was risky, but it could fix everything in one move.
If JC wouldn't play the game for fame, maybe he'd do it for something else. Something bigger. Something that looked permanent.
Johnny's lips curled into a slow, knowing smile.
JC needed a bride. A faux bride, at least.
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FanfictionJC's career was hanging by a thread. But that didn't faze him. He never truly loved the spotlight; fame only ever felt like a prison. All he wanted was freedom... from the flashing cameras, the gossip columns, and the weight of being everyone's fant...
