From Poor Boy To CEO: We Fall In Love Again

When I first met Kate Winslet, she was just an aspiring dancer, practicing for hours on end, hoping for a chance to be a backup dancer in a low-profile show.

She clung to the hem of my jacket, pleading for my support.

So, I became her manager for ten years.

I also became her secret lover for a decade.

After ten years, she finally became a superstar.

Nestled in the arms of the young master of the Moore family, Vincent Moore, she playfully said, "Clark Moore is just my manager. We're from different worlds. I could never fall for him."

I stood behind her, wearing a wry smile.

What she didn't know was that I was the rightful heir to the Moore Group. I had only stayed in the shadows for her sake, fulfilling her dreams.

***

I stood at the doorway, watching as Kate nestled against Vincent's shoulder.

Her fluffy curls were draped over his arm, her face flushed and eyes glazed with adoration.

She giggled and said, "Clark is just my manager.

"We come from different worlds. I could never fall for him."

My stomach twisted in pain.

Vincent, upon hearing this, looked up with a knowing smirk, his eyes narrowing as he cast a sideways glance at me behind the door.

It felt like a silent declaration of war.

I could only blink back tears and quietly close the door behind me.

Kate's career was on the rise; it was crucial to avoid any scandal at such a pivotal moment.

Logan Ridley, standing by the lounge door, looked at me as if he had seen a ghost, his face draining of color.

He seemed torn, unsure whether to call Kate or not.

Ultimately, he decided to approach me.

Logan said, trying to justify the situation, "That guy is the young master of the Moore family. He's Kate's first love and could potentially introduce her to Director Dent. Kate had no other choice."

I didn't look at him, merely scoffing, "No other choice?"

Logan grew agitated. "You can't help with Director Dent's films. This is a rare chance for her.

"And besides. It's just an act.

"Don't be selfish and mess up Kate's future!"

I gave a bitter laugh, thinking, "Messing up Kate's future?"

When I got her drunk call, I had been negotiating scripts with director Laird Borden.

I didn't know how much I had drunk in hopes of getting a chance, almost ending up hospitalized with a bleeding stomach.

All for a single invitation from Laird, which now seemed like it might go to waste.

I hadn't realized that everyone around me viewed me this way.

I glared at Logan. "Logan, remember when I brought you on board, thinking highly of you?

"You're doing well with Kate. Don't come looking for me anymore."

Logan froze, a wave of helplessness washing over him.

I straightened my back and walked out of the venue.

I suddenly remembered how Kate used to be unable to handle alcohol.

Once, I nearly ended up in the hospital trying to secure a resource for her.

After that, she started learning to drink.

In her early twenties, Kate nearly had her stomach pumped from drinking, but she just smiled and said it was no big deal.

Back then, I knew she truly cared about me.