Fifi's words hit like a ton of bricks, the weight of reality crashing down on Cain.
He was nothing more than a rising star, another face in the crowd.
And Raneisha?
She was on a level that felt almost untouchable.
Sure, they had shared that moment on stage, but in the grand scheme of things, it was fleeting—a spark that would fade in the vast sea of her stardom.
"Even if you push yourself to the top," Fifi added, her voice quieter now, almost pitying, "the industry won't make it easy. Raneisha has fans—die-hard fans—who live and breathe for her. They wouldn't take kindly to someone like you stepping into her spotlight."
Cain's fists clenched. The truth in Fifi's words stung more than he wanted to admit. It wasn't just about becoming a great idol. It was about navigating a world filled with power, influence, and people who would do anything to keep the likes of him from reaching the same heights.
