My Acting System: My Harem Is Full of Beautiful Celebrities
“Tell me something, Isabella.”
The voice echoed throughout the massive auditorium, instantly silencing the crowd.
At the center of the stage stood a beautiful woman dressed in an elegant silver gown, the most prestigious award in the entertainment industry resting in her hands.
This was supposed to be the greatest night of her life.
Yet the moment she heard that voice, her entire body froze.
Slowly, she turned around.
The audience followed her gaze.
Standing near the entrance was a young man dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. His brown hair was neatly styled, his blue eyes calm, and his posture carried the confidence of someone born for the spotlight.
Ryan Kang.
The actor who had taken the entertainment industry by storm.
The actor who had shattered records and reached the peak in less than a decade.
The actor the world had fallen in love with.
And yet, the moment Isabella saw him, the color drained from her face.
For the first time in over ten years, the Queen of Entertainment looked afraid.
Ryan smiled. A familiar smile. One she had spent years trying to forget.
“N-no...” she whispered.
Ryan began walking forward.
One step.
Then another.
The sound of his dress shoes echoed throughout the silent auditorium. The audience didn't understand. The reporters didn't understand.
But Isabella did.
She understood perfectly. Stopping beneath the stage lights, Ryan looked up at her and smiled.
“Why are you looking at me like you've seen a ghost?”
A few people laughed, but Isabella didn't. Her fingers tightened around the award.
“The truth is...” Ryan said softly. “My name isn't Ryan Kang.”
The smile on Isabella's face shattered.
Ryan met her gaze.
There was no hatred in his eyes.
No anger.
Only amusement.
Then he spoke.
“My name is Noah Kim.”
The award slipped from Isabella's trembling fingers and shattered against the stage.
Millions watching around the world stared at their screens in confusion.
Nobody understood why a single sentence had reduced the most powerful woman in entertainment to such a state.
Nobody except her.
Ryan—or rather, Noah—continued smiling.
The same smile he wore on the night she murdered him.
“So tell me, Isabella...” His voice was calm. Almost playful. “Did you miss me?”