In just six months, Vincent Blackwood had become a legend.
The entertainment industry had never seen a rise like his. He wasn't just a rising star—he was a phenomenon.
It had all started with his unexpected debut as an idol. At first, the world had thought it was just another case of a rich heir playing around in the entertainment industry. People assumed he would lose interest within months, just like so many others before him.
But Vincent wasn't like them.
He didn't just succeed—he dominated.
His face alone was enough to captivate millions. With his god-like beauty, many claimed he was not human but something divine, something untouchable. His green eyes, with that mesmerizing hint of hazel, had the power to ensnare anyone who looked into them. His light brown hair caught the light in a way that made it seem almost golden, adding to his otherworldly allure.
When he won the Best Idol of the Year Award, his fan base exploded overnight.
50 million.
That was the number of fans he had gained in less than a year—an unprecedented feat.
But Vincent was not satisfied.
Because she was not impressed.
Anastasia Raventhorn Vasiliev, the only person in the world who mattered to him, had not reacted.
She hadn't acknowledged his success. She hadn't mocked him. She hadn't even looked his way.
It was as if she was completely unaffected.
And Vincent couldn't accept that.