Since most of you hate supernatural stuff then I won't add that. Which also means there's limits to the plot. I don't like stretching story , so Thanks for helping me cut down some extra work.
Now I know this will be a short time thing, cz I can't write a happy go lucky story knowing how fucked up Hollywood truly is. Although most people enjoy it, I get bored. Even with cameos and r-18 stuff, it should be finished in 100 chapters or so just cz there's no more plot.
And no, I'm not going to make him release every hit movie and song, that's just lame. Leave some for others lol
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The morning sunlight poured through the wide glass windows of David's Malibu home, casting a golden hue across the hardwood floors. It was supposed to be a peaceful day — a rare, quiet morning after weeks of constant interviews, rehearsals, and travel.
But peace never lasts long when ghosts come knocking.
David froze in the doorway, coffee cup still in hand, as his mother Evelyn Harper stood before him. The years had not softened her; if anything, they had sharpened her features.
She looked exactly as he remembered — impeccably dressed, a faint scent of expensive perfume clinging to her, her posture screaming superiority. Her lips curved into that same polished, insincere smile she'd used his entire childhood, the kind that said, I'm here for something, and I'll take it whether you like it or not.
"Hello, David," she said smoothly, as if her sudden appearance was the most natural thing in the world. "Aren't you going to invite your mother in?"
For a moment, David just stared at her. His chest tightened; he could feel an old, familiar ache rising — the kind that came from years of trying to earn affection that never existed.
He blinked, setting his mug down on the small side table by the door. "How did you even find me?" His voice came out low, cold.
Evelyn tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Oh please. You're not exactly hard to find these days, are you? Billboard charts, television interviews, magazine covers… I just had to turn on the news to see where you'd be next. It's quite impressive. Mommy is proud of you."
Her tone was sweet, but her eyes were full of condescension. She walked in without being invited. David scowled. "I thought vampires can't come in if they are not invited."
Evelyn ignored him. "Sarcasm isn't your strong suit dear. Leave that for your brother."
She scanned the interior of the house, her gaze sweeping across the elegant minimalist design, the awards displayed along one wall, the framed platinum record that had arrived just last week.
"Well," she said with a thin smile, "you certainly didn't inherit my taste. But I suppose money covers all sins, doesn't it?"
David's jaw tightened. " Since You didn't come here to critique my interior design, so just say what you want and get lost. I have better things to do."
"Oh, come now," Evelyn said, smiling faintly. "Is that how you greet your mother after so long?"
David's response was short. " I stopped considering you that a long time ago."
Before Evelyn could reply, Scarlett appeared from the hallway, wearing one of David's oversized shirts and brushing her hair back. She froze when she saw the visitor at the door.
"Hey babe, Who is it?" Her voice caught mid-sentence as she looked at the woman's sharp, appraising expression. "Oh. Hello."
Evelyn turned, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in Scarlett's presence. Her smile sharpened . "Ah, and this must be your new fling," she said lightly, the word dripping with disdain.
"Playing actress at Hollywood, right? What's your name again… Sophia? Susan something?"
"Scarlett," Scarlett said with tightened expression, stepping beside David. "Scarlett Ingrid Johansson. And I'm his girlfriend." She didn't know why this woman was so hostile to her.
Evelyn gave a small mocking laugh , cruel. "Of course you are. I read something about you. Clinging to my son to get a little boost in career. A… supporting actress, was it? You're in some little indie movie, what was it called— Lost Something? "
Scarlett's polite smile didn't waver. "Lost in Translation."
"Right," Evelyn replied, waving a dismissive hand. "Well, don't worry, dear. I'm sure with David's help, you'll get your fifteen minutes of fame . Well, enjoy the attention while it lasts, dear. My son tends to get bored easily."
Scarlett visibly winced but didn't say anything, trying not to escalate the situation.
David felt his blood boil. "Evelyn," he said sharply, "shut the fuck up. Saying shit to me is one thing, but keep her out of this."
Evelyn raised an eyebrow, pretending to look wounded. "Oh, I'm just making conversation. You've always been so sensitive, David."
She turned back to Scarlett, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "You see, he gets that from his father's side probably. Overreacts to everything. He once refused to speak to me for two weeks because I told him his music hobby wasn't going to pay the bills."
Scarlett glanced at David. She could feel the anger rising in him like a spring about to snap. She reached for his hand, gently squeezing it — a silent reminder to breathe.
But Evelyn wasn't done. She stepped further into the house, ignoring the way David tensed. "I must say, this is quite a place you've got here. Ocean view, modern furniture… and Sony footing the bill, I assume? It's good to see you've learned how to make something of yourself after all.
Though I'm sad you didn't choose me as your real estate agent. I could have gotten you a better place."
David crossed his arms. "You mean after you threatened to throw me out? Or when you refused acknowledge I existed? And why the hell would I choose you! To feed your vanity and greed?"
Evelyn's eyes flickered, just for a second, before she smiled again, as if the memory were a trivial detail. "Oh, don't be so dramatic. Every mother has to be tough sometimes. You were wasting your potential. I told you to go to law school or business school. Something that actually pays. You chose… this."
She gestured vaguely toward the framed records. "Screaming into microphones. Hardly a future worth betting on."
"Yeah," David said, his voice dripping with quiet venom. "Guess that gamble paid off, didn't it?"
She ignored the jab, looking around again. "Well, I can't say I'm surprised. You always were stubborn. I just wanted to see how you were doing," she said, her tone falsely sweet.
"It's not every day your son becomes a celebrity. And, well… I'm sure you could use someone to help you navigate it all. Family helps family, after all."
David's eyes were burning. "You show up uninvited, insult my girlfriend, and act like you have any right to be here after everything you've done?"
Evelyn crossed her arms, feigning offense. "Oh, everything I've done? Really, David. I gave you life, food, a roof—"
"You gave me hell," he cut her off. "You gave me years of being told I'd never amount to anything. You laughed when I told you I wanted to play music. You said dreams were for idiots who didn't want real jobs."
Evelyn's lips curled. "And look at you now. Famous because you got lucky. A few songs, a little fame, and suddenly you think you're better than the person who raised you?"
David scoffed. "You didn't raise me. You tolerated me."
Her eyes narrowed. "Watch your tone."
Scarlett spoke softly, trying to mediate. "Maybe you should both take a breath—"
"Stay out of this," Evelyn snapped, glaring at her. "You've had your five minutes. Let the adults talk."
Scarlett flinched slightly, her face flushing with anger. But she didn't respond — instead, she took a quiet step back and looked at David, silently telling him not to lose control. He saw the worry in her eyes and felt her hand touch his arm again. It grounded him for a moment.
He exhaled slowly. "What do you want, Evelyn?"
"Oh, don't say my name like that," she said, feigning hurt. "I'm your mother."
"Biologically," he muttered. "That's where it ends."
She rolled her eyes. "I came to see you. You've been avoiding my calls. I had to find out about your little album release from the damn television."
"That's because I didn't want to talk to you."
"Well, maybe I didn't want to talk to you for twenty years," she snapped back, her voice suddenly sharp. "But here we are."
Scarlett stepped forward, tone even but firm. "He doesn't need grounding. He's doing fine on his own."
Evelyn's gaze snapped to her like a whip. "Oh, I'm sure he is, dear. Especially with you here to… support him."
The word "support" came out like an insult. "Every rising star needs a pretty face to hang off his arm. It helps the image."
Scarlett's jaw tightened. "That's not what this is."
Evelyn smiled sweetly. "Of course it's not, darling. None of them ever think it is."
That was it. David took a step forward, his voice rising. "That's enough. You don't get to come here after years of nothing and insult the woman I love in my own house. You don't get to pretend you suddenly care."
"Oh please," Evelyn scoffed, waving him off. "You're overreacting, as usual. I didn't come here to argue."
"Then why the hell are you here?" he demanded.
Her tone softened, deceptively gentle. "Because you're my son. And now that you've finally done something with your life, I'd like to be a part of it again."
David's laugh was bitter. "A part of it? You had years to be a part of it. You chose not to. Remember what you said when I left home? You told me I was throwing my life away chasing a fantasy. That I'd crawl back when I failed. Well, I didn't fail, Evelyn. I succeeded — without you."
Evelyn crossed her arms, looking unbothered. "You always did have a flair for melodrama. I said those things because I wanted to turn you into being realistic. Clearly, it worked. Look at you now."
David stared at her, incredulous. "You're unbelievable."
Scarlett, sensing the fury building in him, gently touched his arm. "David, it's not worth it," she murmured.
But Evelyn smirked, noticing the gesture. "Oh, that's cute. The little actress playing peacemaker. Tell me, dear, is this what you do when he gets angry? Smile and nod until he feels important again?"
"I'm done listening to your self centered view. I won't allow you insulting me or my girlfriend while standing in my fucking house!" he snapped angrily, stepping closer.
"You weren't there when I needed help. You weren't there when I had to sleep in my car. You weren't there when I started the band. But now that the money's rolling in, you suddenly remember my name?"
Evelyn tilted her head, voice dripping venom. "You always were such a drama queen like Charlie. I raised you despite you being a hateful child always making fuss. I spent money on your food, education, even the clothes you wore came from me.
Yet you say I didn't do anything? I could have just given you away for adoption, yet I allowed you to waste my har earned money while you were busy dreaming."
David gritted his teeth. " You don't even know who my father is. I remember what you said that ninght . 'You were a drunken mistake, David. You should be grateful I even raised you.'
Well pardon me, for not being fucking grateful for being raised by you. You were a horrible mother, and an even more horrible person."
Evelyn scoffed. "And yet I was the one who raised you. Even when you were an addict with no future, I allowed you under my roof. Some might even consider that generous."
Scarlett took a slow breath, stepping back. She hugged him comfortably, trying to calm him down. She had never seen him get so angry before.
David exhaled sharply and patted her reassuringly. " I'm okay babe."
He then walked away for a moment, then came back holding a folder from his office drawer. He dropped it on the table between them.
Evelyn frowned. "What's this?"
"Legal documents," David said. "I had them drawn up last year. They remove any legal or financial connection between us. You're not entitled to a single thing I own. Not my assets, not my estate, not even the royalties from my music.
Even if I die, Scarlett and Charlie gets most of it while the rest is donated. I've already informed my legal team. You're out of my life, permanently."
Evelyn let out a small, mocking laugh. "You think a piece of paper can erase the fact that I'm your mother? I can contest your claim. Then the truth will come out. The famous rockstar was a junkie and abandoned the mother who raised him, despite him being a ungrateful bastard."
David met her gaze, eyes cold. "No. It can't change biology. But it can make sure you stay out of my life completely. And if you dare try to sue me, I will drag you into the streets, where you truly belong. I will destroy your so called happy life, you miserable witch."
She raised an eyebrow, smirking. "You're threatening me now? A miserable witch? I see your creativity is lacking. Charlie already tried that one."
"I'm warning you," David said quietly. "If you show up again uninvited, I'll have a restraining order filed. You've had every chance to be decent. You ignored me when I needed you, belittled me when I was struggling, and now you show up because you smell money. You don't get to rewrite the story now."
For the first time, Evelyn's smile faltered — only for an instant. "You're being ridiculous," she said dismissively. "You've always been dramatic. This little outburst will pass. I'll come by later, when you've cooled off and thought about it. You don't want me as your enemy dear."
David's expression didn't change. "You won't. And I'll call the police if I have to."
Evelyn adjusted her purse, her composure snapping back like armor. "We'll see," she said smoothly. "You're still my son, whether you like it or not."
"Yeah," David said, voice low, steady. "And maybe that's the saddest part."
She stared with venom, then turned sharply toward the door. "Goodbye, David. Enjoy your little Hollywood fantasy while it lasts. But fantasies never last long."
She swept out without another word, the faint click of her heels fading down the path.
When the door was closed, David stood there in silence. His body trembled with anger he couldn't let out. Scarlett held him tighter, resting her head on his chest.
"She's gone," Scarlett whispered softly. "It's over."
David exhaled shakily, his hand finding hers. "Yeah," he said after a long pause. "It's over."
Scarlett stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her forehead against his chest. "Hey," she whispered, "don't let her get to you. She's not worth it."
He didn't speak for a while. His hands slowly unclenched as he breathed in, then out, the tension fading just a little.
"I thought I was ready," he said quietly. "Thought I'd moved on. But seeing her again…"
Scarlett tightened her hold. "You don't owe her anything. Not money, not forgiveness, not time."
He nodded slowly, resting his chin against her hair. "Yeah," he murmured. "I know."
She looked worriedly. "Are you still okay to go to your socializing thing later today? Maybe you should cancel it."
He tried to smile. " It's fine. I can manage. Now let's go have breakfast so I can take you to your shooting."
Scarlett smiled but couldn't shake off the feeling that David wasn't in the right mindset. She could only hope he wouldn't let it bother him.