From A Producer To A Global Superstar-Chapter 333: Luna’s thought

Luna had always known the world would punish her for becoming human.

When she was still active, they loved calling her an ice queen. Untouchable. Perfect. Too clean for scandal. It built her brand, built her distance, built the silence people worshiped. Then she got pregnant and everything that once made her powerful became the first reason they felt entitled to her.

They did not ask if she was safe.

They did not ask if she was healthy.

They asked who the father was. They asked why she refused to speak. They asked why she would dare to keep anything private in an industry that had been feeding on her face for years.

At first, the label tried to manage it. Meetings. Scripts. Damage control. Fake smiles. They kept telling her the same thing.

"Give them something." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Give them a name."

"Give them a story."

Luna refused.

"If you push me," she told them calmly, "I will walk away."

They thought she was bluffing, until she actually did it.

She left.

The label lost their queen. The cameras lost their favorite cold smile. The world lost access. People screamed online for weeks, then slowly moved on to the next obsession like they always did.

Luna did not care.

Because the moment her baby girl arrived, the noise outside became smaller than the sound of a tiny breath beside her pillow.

Motherhood humbled her in ways no award ever did.

Some nights were soft and quiet, the kind that felt like healing. Other nights were rough, sleepless, messy, and loud. She learned the language of her baby’s cries. Hunger. Discomfort. Fear. Needing warmth. Needing her. Luna, the woman who once controlled crowds with a single stare, now found herself whispering, begging, pacing the room until the little girl finally settled.

And somehow, she loved it.

She loved the way the baby would grip her finger like an anchor. She loved the way her whole chest would soften whenever the little girl slept on her shoulder. She loved the strange pride that came from surviving another day without needing applause.

Deborah made it easier.

Deborah had been her assistant when Luna was still active. Young, smart, quick, loyal in a way Luna did not deserve sometimes. When Luna left the industry, Luna tried to push her away.

"You can stay," Luna told her. "You can take your experience and get another job. You do not have to follow me into silence."

Deborah only smiled.

"You took care of me when nobody did," she said. "Now it is my turn."

So Deborah became the only piece of the old world Luna kept around.

That afternoon, Luna was on the couch, her baby asleep against her chest, when Deborah walked in with her phone in hand and a look that said trouble.

Luna did not lift her head. Her voice stayed calm.

"If this is industry news, do not bring it here."

Deborah hesitated, then took two steps closer.

"It is not about you."

Luna’s fingers tightened slightly on the baby blanket.

"Then why are you walking like that?"

Deborah sat on the edge of the chair across from her. She looked like she wanted to be gentle, but she could not contain herself.

"It is about Dayo."

The name dropped into the room like something heavy.

Luna did not flinch outwardly. She had trained herself too well. Her face remained composed, eyes still on the baby’s tiny lashes.

"There is no reason to tell me anything about him," Luna said.

Deborah leaned forward.

"I know you. You want to know."

Luna exhaled quietly. She wanted Deborah to stop. She wanted the name to disappear. She wanted her peace to stay untouched.

But she also wanted to hear it.

She hated that.

Deborah watched her for a moment, then spoke anyway, because she understood that Luna’s silence was not the same as indifference.

"He released a movie in Korea," Deborah said. "Train to Busan. It is doing numbers that are not normal."

Luna’s eyes finally lifted, just slightly.

"A movie."

Deborah nodded.

"And he released a Korean album too. Not a rumor. Not a leak. It is out. People are listening. People are screaming."

Luna’s throat tightened in a way she did not expect.

She had spent years with Dayo, listening to the way he approached music like it was war and prayer at the same time. She remembered his hunger. His stubbornness. The way he could be careless with his own heart but protective of the people around him.

She could still remember how he revived her career that was how they met in the first place she was still stuck and unable to evolve he helped her to evolve.

And.

She also remembered why she left.

Dayo had been honest with her from the beginning, the kind of honesty that hurt. He told her he used to sleep around. He told her he did not know how to stay with one woman. He told her his eyes used to wander. He promised he would change, promised he wanted to change, and Luna had tried to believe it because she liked the man behind the noise.

Nothing happened while they were together.

But there was a coworker. A closeness that felt too familiar, too intimate, too comfortable. She knew that they did nothing and wqs quite sure about it but what pained her was

The secrecy the coworker was Alice and she confessed her love to Dayo and he didn’t say a word to her.

The fact that he did not tell her everything, when he knew what her mind would do with doubt.

Luna had looked at him then and realized something painful.

She had been dating a man she always feared she would lose.

Deborah’s voice pulled her back.

"He is not just trending," Deborah continued. "People in America are talking about him like he is a problem they cannot solve."

Luna almost laughed, but it did not come out.

She lowered her gaze to her baby, watching the small rise and fall of her chest. For a second, Luna saw Dayo in the curve of the child’s nose, in the shape of the mouth when she frowned in her sleep. It was subtle, but it was there, and it always reminded Luna that her peace was built on a secret.

Dayo knew she had a baby.

He did not know the baby was his.

Luna had kept it that way because she did not trust the world with that truth, and she did not trust herself with what Dayo might do if he knew. Dayo was not weak. But Dayo was stubborn, and stubborn men made choices that could burn everything around them.

Deborah softened her tone.

"You are smiling."

Luna blinked, surprised, then forced her face back to neutral.

"I am not smiling."

Deborah’s eyes held hers.

"You are happy for him."

Luna did not answer immediately.

She was happy for him. That was the worst part.

Because happiness meant she still cared. It meant something in her still lifted whenever Dayo won. It meant she was not as finished as she pretended to be.

She swallowed once, careful not to wake the baby.

"I am not part of his life anymore," Luna said quietly.

Deborah nodded.

"You are not. But you are allowed to feel."

Luna hated how true that sounded.

She shifted the baby gently, kissed her forehead, then looked back up, like she was giving permission, like she was doing Deborah a favor.

"Tell me the details," she said.

Deborah smiled because she knew Luna was pretending.

So she explained it all. The movie. The crowd. The foreign headlines. The Korean album announcement. The reactions, the disbelief, the way fans in different countries were arguing online about how a Nigerian man could sound that natural in Korean.

Luna listened without interrupting.

And while Deborah spoke, Luna felt two things at once.

Pride.

And pain.

Because Dayo was doing what he always promised he would do.

He was becoming too big to ignore.

When Deborah finished, Luna stayed quiet for a moment, then said the first thing that came to her mind.

"He always does too much."

Deborah laughed softly.

"That is the Dayo you know."

Luna did not laugh. She only stared at her baby again, calm face, loud heart.

Deborah stood up.

"I will let you rest."

Luna nodded once.

Deborah paused at the doorway as if she wanted to say more, then decided against it. She left the room quietly.

The silence returned.

Luna stayed where she was, the baby still asleep, the light fading slowly across the floor. She told herself she did not care. She told herself it was all in the past. She told herself she was done with that world.

Then, when the baby shifted and settled again, Luna carefully reached for her phone.

She hesitated.

She typed his name.

Dayo.

Her finger hovered over the search button for a second, like pressing it would admit something she was still refusing to say out loud.

Then she pressed it anyway.

And when the headlines filled her screen, Luna stared at them in silence, her face unreadable, her heart betraying her in small quiet ways.