My Billionaire Built An Empire For Me Then Broke My Face For Her Chapter 01

My Billionaire Built An Empire For Me Then Broke My Face For Her Chapter 01

I was the biggest star in Hollywood—the youngest actress to ever sweep the Academy Awards, Golden Globes, and SAG Awards in a single decade.

I was also the obsession of Julian Black, heir to the Blackwood Media Empire.

He didn’t just launch a boutique talent agency solely dedicated to me; he dropped out of his Ivy League MBA program to become my personal manager, trailing behind me like a shadow all for the sake of “love.”

Everyone in Tinseltown knew that crossing me was equivalent to declaring war on the Blackwood family.[可以分段，太长了不适合手机阅读]

Yet no one could have predicted that in the latest Marvel-level superhero blockbuster, the female lead role—which was practically signed, sealed, and delivered to me—would be snatched away by an obscure, some nobody D-list Instagram model barely known outside her suburban hometown.

Overnight, the betting pools on X and Reddit were flooded. Everyone was placing odds on how long it would take for that little nobody, Chloe Vance, to be doxxed and driven off the internet by Julian’s private security team.

But what no one expected was the official press release from Blackwood Entertainment: “Welcome our newest signed talent, @ChloeVance! Miss Vance will be joining forces with Blackwood, and her starry journey ahead looks incredibly promising.”

The entire industry was shaken. The narrative shifted instantly. People couldn’t help but laugh at my downfall—here I was, a once-celebrated A-lister, reduced to playing the “crazy ex” while a rookie took my throne.

On the set of our shared project, as I watched Chloe’s clumsy, amateurish performance, I kept my face cold. Following the script, I staged a fake slap to her face.

But instead of backing down, Chloe collapsed to the floor, writhing in what could only be described as method acting gone wrong, accusing me of seeking personal revenge.

Julian ordered his goons to hold me down, and he actually forced the production to add a hundred slap scenes just for me.

By the end, my right ear had gone completely deaf, and my face was so swollen that it was almost unrecognizable. By the time we reached the fiftieth take, my right cheek was a grotesque landscape of purple and red. Blood mixed with foundation, dripping onto my custom Saint Laurent blazer and the soundstage floor.

The director’s voice trembled slightly as he said, “Julian, maybe we should just stop here? If we keep going like this, we’re going to need an ambulance…”

“What’s the rush?” Julian curled his lips into a faint, terrifying smile. He walked over, slowly crouched down in front of me, gently lifted my chin with his hand, and softly wiped away the blood and mascara tears from my face.

“Evelyn, I know you’re mad at me—mad that I recast the lead.”

“But now everyone knows Chloe is the new golden girl of the Blackwood roster. If you deliberately sabotage her on set, it makes me look weak.”

“Just listen to me—apologize to Chloe, and this whole thing will be over.”

I struggled to raise my head, looking into Julian’s ice-blue eyes.

“I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“In that scene just now, I pulled the punch—I didn’t touch her at all.”

Chloe, standing nearby, immediately covered her face and burst into operatic sobs. “Since Evelyn says she didn’t hit me, then it must have been a choreography error. I get it—I’m the newbie, and Evelyn is a legend. I deserve whatever grief I’m getting…” She turned to Julian, her voice trembling with faux humility. “Julian, please don’t fire her. She’s just a perfectionist—she definitely didn’t mean to hit me on purpose.”

I stared at her face, wet with tears like a cheap melodrama.

I couldn’t help but laugh, a bitter, raspy sound. Just now, during the blocking, she couldn’t even remember her lines. Right now, the performance was Oscar-worthy.

Julian frowned. “Still showing no remorse? Do you really think you’re some untouchable A-list superstar?”

His tone became glacial.

“I can promote the first one just as easily as I can promote the second.” He looked at me, his gaze devoid of warmth. “Chloe says you’re passionate. Since you’re so passionate, why don’t you set an example for the entire crew? Let’s finish the remaining fifty takes.”

I held my breath. My heart felt as if it had been suddenly clenched in a vice. When I was still a rising star, I accidentally scraped my knee during a stunt rehearsal. Julian had been so pained he’d threatened to sue the studio. He’d disbanded the entire stunt department that day.

Now, however, it was all because of a baseless, manufactured provocation. He told me to take a full hundred slaps.

The palm landed again.

A heavy, metallic, coppery taste flooded my mouth. I looked at Julian. He wore a blank expression. It was like watching a snuff film that had nothing to do with him. By the eightieth take, there wasn’t a single piece of unbroken skin left on my face.

“Evelyn, haven’t you admitted your mistake yet?”

Julian looked at me with a twisted smile. I tugged at the corner of my swollen lip, not saying a word.

Julian’s eyes grew even darker. “Continue.”

By the hundredth slap, Julian stopped the guard. He stepped forward on his own, raising his hand high. That hand had held mine at the Oscars. Wiped away my tears after my mother’s funeral. And late at night, traced my eyebrows and lips over and over again.

“Sweetheart, in the final scene, I’m going to teach you that I don’t like women who act without my permission.”

The palm of his hand landed heavily on my face.

My right ear buzzed all of a sudden. Silence. Total, absolute silence.

My consciousness gradually faded. Someone grabbed my hair—Julian’s grip was rough, devoid of its usual reverence—and lifted my face up. A smartphone camera was aimed at my disheveled, broken appearance.

Julian’s nonchalant voice came through the ringing in my ears: “Upload this to OnlyFans and X—treat it as Chloe’s debut gift.” He turned to his PR team. “So, Evelyn… are you going to behave now?”

Julian’s gaze swept over the crew coldly. Everyone hastily lowered their heads.

“Stop trying to read too much into this. Today, I’m just teaching her a lesson—don’t think that because I spoil her, she can get away with anything.” He paused, adjusting his cufflinks. “But she, Evelyn Sterling, will still be the sole female lead of the Blackwood estate in the future. By the way, find the best plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills—this face of hers, I don’t want any permanent scars.”

Hearing this, I let out a cold, hollow laugh. Then consciousness plunged completely into darkness.