In the dazzling world of entertainment, Sari—a beautiful and talented actress—stood at the peak of popularity. Her face appeared everywhere: in commercials, movies, and television shows. To the public, Sari was the perfect star. But few, if any, truly knew the sadness she kept hidden inside. Harsh criticisms from netizens, laced with biting words, constantly attacked her strong mental defenses. On top of that, relentless haters mocked her every move, making Sari feel trapped.
That morning, after attending a TV show, Sari sat quietly in her room, her eyes weary. Her phone buzzed nonstop with new notifications. Some were praises from fans, but many were cruel, piercing comments.
"Your acting is terrible! You don't deserve to be an actress!" one said.
"Her voice is weird. Even my crow sounds better. How can she be a star?" said another.
Sari let out a long sigh, her eyes glistening with tears. Every day she tried to appear perfect, but the pressure was slowly destroying her.
Why does everyone hate me? I just want to be accepted…
After the event, Sari returned to her hotel, her eyes heavy, her heart burdened. She stared at a bottle of sleeping pills on the table, imagining how much easier the world would be if she simply disappeared. Just as she reached for the pills, a bright light suddenly illuminated the room. Shocked, Sari turned to see a man standing by the door.
"Who… who are you?"
The man wore a neat suit and looked extremely professional. Sari, for a moment, was mesmerized—there was something different about him. His eyes radiated peace.
"My name is Serafim. I'm your new manager."
"Manager? I don't remember signing a new manager," Sari said in surprise.
Serafim showed her a signed agreement between her management and him.
"Oh… I didn't know about this…"
"It's alright."
Though still confused, Sari felt an unexplainable sense of relief. She felt comfort in Serafim's presence.
"What were you about to do? Were you really going to take those pills?" Serafim asked gently, already aware of what she was about to do.
Sari fell silent and began to cry.
"I don't know what else to do. Everyone only sees my flaws. I feel like I'm not good enough."
"You are more than enough. The people who criticize you don't know the real you. Don't let their judgments define your worth," Serafim said softly, meeting her eyes with calm assurance.
Sari was quiet, deeply moved by Serafim's calm demeanor. A small seed of hope began to grow within her, something she thought she had lost.
"But I… I feel like I can't fight anymore. They keep coming, drowning me with hateful words," she whispered, lowering her head.
"You don't have to worry. From now on, I'll be by your side until you're truly ready. Whenever they attack, I'll help you stay standing," Serafim said, reassuringly.
From then on, Serafim took charge of Sari's schedule, handled harsh criticism, and gave her the emotional support she desperately needed. He reminded her not to dwell on unconstructive comments. Every time negative posts flooded social media, Serafim was the first to comfort her with calming words.
"Serafim, look at this. They're saying I have no talent. Even my fans are switching to other idols."
"Sari, you are your own person. Not everyone will understand you, and that's okay. You don't have to meet everyone's expectations. Just do your best for yourself."
"But Serafim, someone said I don't deserve to be an actress. They said my voice is terrible."
"You have a unique voice. Those who don't understand it will never appreciate your uniqueness. What matters is that you know who you are and what you want."
"Thank you, Serafim. I'm starting to feel better," Sari said with a small smile. "I've felt stronger ever since you came."
Gradually, Sari's life began to change. The words Serafim spoke became the motivation she needed to keep going despite lingering fears. Her once-dim spirit started to glow again and soar alongside her career.
As her fame skyrocketed, a new problem emerged—a fan obsessed with Sari grew jealous of her success. This fan was someone who constantly criticized her and believed they deserved Sari's position.
One day, at the airport, the fan approached Sari and grabbed her hand. Her bodyguards quickly pulled the person away. Still shaken, Sari was led away from the crowd by Serafim. Feeling humiliated, the fan grew even angrier. And from the depths of that rage, Azazel appeared, drawn by the deep hatred.
"Can you truly accept her fame? Of course not, right?" Azazel whispered temptingly.
The jealousy in the fan's heart surged.
"She even brushed you off like you were nothing… Is that fair?"
"No! Of course it's not! Sari hurt me! She must pay!" the fan shouted.
"Exactly... If justice won't come to you, why not create it yourself?" Azazel whispered.
The fan, now fully consumed by Azazel's fire of hatred, began plotting to destroy Sari.
One night, after attending an event, Sari returned to her hotel. Though exhausted, she tried to stay upbeat. While she was in the bathroom, the obsessed fan found an opportunity.
"This is the time. She'll finally feel the pain I felt," the fan muttered.
Cunningly, the fan drugged Sari's drink left on the table. When Sari returned, she absentmindedly drank it. Slowly, dizziness overtook her.
"What's happening? Why do I feel like this…" she panted.
Staggering, Sari tried to reach her room. The fan followed and snuck in after her. Sari, unaware, was shocked to see the fan suddenly behind her. They shoved Sari toward the balcony, eyes filled with hate.
"I'll make you fall, Sari! Everyone will think you jumped!" they screamed, laughing maniacally.
Before Sari could resist, she was thrown into the air. Bracing for death, she closed her eyes—then, a bright light appeared. Serafim, with glowing wings, flew in and caught her just in time.
"I won't let you be harmed, Sari. I'm here."
Wrapped in Serafim's warm wings, Sari was lifted gently to safety. She later woke up in a hospital, her head and body still heavy from the drugs.
"Serafim… what happened? I… I don't remember anything."
"Someone tried to hurt you. I checked the hotel CCTV and found all the evidence," he replied.
On his phone, Serafim showed her the video of the fan sneaking in and drugging her drink.
"Who is that?" Sari asked, stunned.
"Just one of your fans, obsessed with you. They've tried to approach you several times. It was the same person who grabbed you at the airport," Serafim explained.
"And now? Are they still out there? Am I going to be okay?" Sari asked, panicking.
"I've reported everything, and the police have enough evidence. They'll arrest the person soon. You don't need to worry anymore. Just focus on getting better," Serafim reassured her.
"Thank you, Serafim. You're always there for me," Sari said, holding his hand.
A few days later, the obsessed fan was arrested. News of the attempted murder spread, and the public learned the truth behind many of the malicious comments directed at Sari.
Sari finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her loyal fans grew in number and offered her heartfelt support. During a livestream, Sari expressed her gratitude:
"Thank you for always supporting me. I know I'm not perfect, but I have many things I want to share with you."
"We'll always support you, Sari! Don't listen to the haters!"
Sari smiled, feeling stronger than ever.
"Thank you. I will never give up. I'll keep creating because I love you all."
Serafim stood behind her, smiling with pride.
"I knew you could do it, Sari. The world may be full of hate, but I believe you can face it with love and courage."
"Thank you, Serafim. This is the life I must face," Sari said, ready to move forward.
"I will never give up on this world."
Now, Sari felt stronger, more confident, and ready to face the future.
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