My Billionaire Rockstar part 3

In this episode, Serena’s life might look like a glamorous dream from the outside—luxury rooftop pools, private island getaways, and rockstar romance with the ever-enigmatic Zack—but behind the scenes, chaos is brewing. Her best friend Jenny just lost her job over a scandalous fling, Zack’s band is teetering on the brink of disaster, and Serena’s juggling it all while trying to stay poised under the relentless pressure of fame. As TMZ headlines threaten their world, Serena finds herself caught in the storm, holding on as everything she’s built with Zack starts to crack.

The drama takes a wild turn when an unexpected twist rocks Serena’s world: Zack’s surprise plans might be more than she bargained for, but that’s the least of her worries when a shocking band meeting reveals just how close they are to losing it all. With a string of scandals, including their drummer’s latest brush with disaster, the band is on the verge of collapse. 

As if that wasn’t enough, a bombshell drops that could clear Zack’s name, sending Serena reeling. The embezzlement scandal that’s been haunting them? It’s a setup. But uncovering the truth comes at a price, and Serena knows that even if Zack’s reputation is saved, there are deeper scars left by betrayal. The question is—who’s really pulling the strings in their inner circle, and can they stop this from blowing up in their faces?

Amidst all the chaos, Serena and Zack steal a few moments of peace, basking in the love that holds them together. But with their future hanging by a thread and another crisis just around the corner, Serena wonders how long they can keep running from the noise. In a world where everything is up for grabs—fame, fortune, love—this episode reminds us that not even paradise is perfect.

Chapters

• 0:02 Bad Wig
• 3:44 Untouchable
• 9:38 Hoax
• 14:36 Precipice Of Ruin
• 20:49 Crash

Transcript

Whew, y’all, this week has been one for the books—and not the good kind. Picture this: I’m lounging by a rooftop pool, sipping champagne, looking every bit the queen of my own fabulous world when—bam!—Jenny calls to tell me she’s lost her job because of some scandal with a bassist. I mean, who fires someone over a fling? And just as I’m trying to cheer her up, guess what? Another crisis lands right in my lap—Zack’s band is in full-on meltdown mode. TMZ’s got footage of our drummer in a terrible wig, shoplifting like it’s a hobby. I swear, this band gives me more gray hairs than a decade of bad dye jobs.

And just when I think things can’t get any worse, Zack’s all cryptic about some big surprise he’s got planned. Cryptic—which could mean anything from a cute puppy to, I dunno, adopting a baby elephant. Turns out, it’s a private island (fabulous, right?) where I can finally forget all the drama… until, of course, Stacy the publicist blows up my phone. Another band scandal is brewing, and guess who has to handle it? Yours truly. But Zack, bless his heart, tries to distract me with champagne and oysters by the beach, reminding me I’m the only headline that matters. Aww, romantic, right? Except in the back of my mind, I know the next scandal is just lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce.

Oh, and did I mention the bombshell? Zack’s whole embezzlement scandal? Yeah, that was a setup. Someone’s trying to ruin him—classic. Because, obviously, we didn’t have enough to deal with already. But Zack’s pacing around the mansion like a caged tiger, ready to take down whoever’s behind it. Meanwhile, I’m just trying to keep the damn band together before their entire tour goes up in flames. Let me tell y’all, managing rockstars is like wrangling a bunch of drunk toddlers on sugar highs—it’s messy, loud, and someone always ends up crying.

But hey, it’s not all bad. Zack’s still his charming, shirtless self, and we managed to steal a few magical moments between the chaos. As long as I have him, I think we can survive whatever the universe decides to throw our way. But seriously, y’all—this life? It’s a beautiful mess, emphasis on mess. Let’s just hope we make it through without TMZ setting up camp on our lawn. Again.

Oh and did I forget to mention he gave me some jewelry? Hint - it goes on my wrist and it's greener than his eyes.