Page 208 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

“I’m fine,” Gabe says tightly.

Which means he is absolutely not fine.

Then, privacy evaporates. Marcus follows us out. People rush into the studio. Publicists. Assistants. Production crew.

Everyone talking over each other.

“#TheLonelyOnes is already trending globally⁠—”

“Streams just spiked⁠—”

“Management teams are calling⁠—”

“Someone get Billboard on the line⁠—”

The noise becomes unbearable.

And underneath it all my name still keeps surfacing, too, because the story hasn’t shifted away from me. It’s just gotten bigger. Much bigger.

Xander clenches his jaw, tension radiating off him now despite the calm mask he’s wearing.

Gabe is already on his phone firing off instructions in that cold controlled voice that means he’s operating entirely on stress and instinct.

Julian looks caught somewhere between excitement and panic.

I can’t breathe properly.

This was supposed to help. Instead, it feels like standing at the edge of something collapsing in real time. Or maybe, exploding.

Julian notices first. “Hey,” he says softly, appearing in front of me. “You okay?”

No.

Not even remotely.

“I think,” I say, “my life may have officially become unhinged.”

He snorts softly despite everything. “Yeah. Probably.”

THIRTY-EIGHT

Xander

The city twinkles beneath our hotel windows in streaks of white and gold, traffic moving endlessly below. The entire place is wired directly into an electrical socket and nobody remembered how to turn it off.

I used to love that feeling. Now, it just makes me tired.

The suite is quiet behind me.

Too quiet.

Julian crashed an hour ago after opening an expensive bottle of whiskey and declaring himself “emotionally exhausted from accidental career resurrection.”

Gabe is still awake somewhere, probably in the other suite on the phone trying to manage the absolute catastrophe I detonated twelve hours ago.

The Lonely Ones are trending worldwide.

Every major music outlet is running the story. Streaming numbers are climbing by the second. Our old songs are flooding playlists again. And somewhere inside all that noise, I can still hear Josiah laughing at how badly this spiraled.