The Bigshot's Superstar Wife

Chapter 130 Chapter 130: Enter Stardom

Athena had settled into a routine, blending seamlessly into the mundane life of an ordinary person.

She lived in quiet luxury, dividing her time between her secret villa in the suburbs and a modern apartment in the city center.

The villa was secluded, hidden from prying eyes, with high-tech security that she had no memory of installing.

It was a place that felt both foreign and familiar, a contradiction that often left her uneasy.

The apartment, on the other hand, was a comfortable place where she could observe city life and feel like she belonged among the crowd.

Despite her wealth, she had no recollection of how she had amassed such a fortune.

Her bank accounts were overflowing, enough that she never had to work again, yet no record of a past job existed.

Every attempt to trace her transactions led to dead ends. It was as if someone had deliberately erased her history.

Instead of dwelling on it, she found a peculiar passion, writing.

She became a horror novelist under a pseudonym, weaving tales of the unknown, the supernatural, and the eerie feeling of déjà vu.

Her books gained traction online, drawing a cult following, though she never revealed her true identity.

The stories came to her naturally, as if she were simply remembering them rather than creating them.

Still, there were odd moments in her daily life. Like the time she caught a glass before it hit the ground, moving faster than she should have.

Or when she leaped over a two-meter-high fence to retrieve her fallen hat without breaking a sweat. Or the way she could run for miles without feeling tired.

It was unsettling. There was no logical explanation for her abilities, and every time she tried to think about them, her head ached.

It was as if something in her mind actively rejected the idea of digging deeper. Then, one afternoon, everything changed.

Athena was sitting in a quiet café in the city, sipping her coffee while reading through the latest horror forums.

The scent of roasted beans and cinnamon filled the air, a pleasant backdrop to her thoughts. That was when a woman sat across from her without invitation.

Athena looked up, startled. The woman had sharp eyes, dressed in a crisp black suit, exuding an air of authority.

"Athena."

Her voice was firm, leaving no room for refusal. Athena's grip on her cup tightened. How does she know my name?

The first night was uneventful. Athena's group built a makeshift shelter near a river, relying on their strongest members to take the lead.

She played along, pretending to struggle like a normal person. She hesitated when handling a knife, moved cautiously when gathering supplies, deliberately held back in every action.

Yet, as the days passed, her instincts screamed. She could navigate the jungle too easily. She could hear too well.

She could sense danger before it came. And then, on the fourth night, it happened.

A violent storm swept across the island, forcing the participants to take cover. The cameras were disabled due to the intense rain, leaving the crew scrambling to fix them.

And that was when Athena saw it.

A shadow, lurking just beyond the trees.

Something... or someone was watching them.

She turned to warn the others, but when she looked back...

The shadow was gone.

Her heart pounded. What the hell was going on?

She had joined this show out of curiosity, but now...

Now, she felt like she had walked into a trap. One meant specifically for her. And deep inside, something long buried within her whispered.

This isn't just a show.

This is a test.

Athena's pulse quickened as she scanned the dark jungle, the storm raging around her.

The others were too busy securing their shelter to notice the shadow that had vanished into the trees.

A test.

The thought wouldn't leave her mind. It wasn't paranoia, she knew when she was being hunted.

Lightning flashed, illuminating the dense foliage, and for a split second, she saw a figure watching her.

A chill ran down her spine. Whoever they were, they weren't part of the show. She took a slow breath. If they wanted to play, she would make sure they regretted it.