My Billionaire Rockstar part 8

Buckle up, darlings, because this episode is a high-speed, diamond-studded thriller through the gilded halls of wealth and corruption. Serena finds herself entangled in a web of mystery, betrayal, and jaw-dropping revelations as she digs into the suspicious death of Zack’s father. What starts as a hunch quickly turns into a full-blown investigation, one that nobody—especially Zack’s arrogant security team—wants to believe. But when an assassination attempt shakes the foundations of their world (and nearly takes Zack out), all doubts go flying out the penthouse window.

Serena’s first lead is Dr. Allen Robertson, the last physician to treat Zack’s father. Over expensive herbal tea at an upscale café, the doctor maintains his polished composure, but Serena catches the slight hesitation in his voice, the flicker of something deeper in his eyes. He knows more than he’s letting on. But getting the truth out of him won’t be easy.

Determined to uncover what really happened, Serena takes matters into her own hands. She scours confidential documents, questions the staff who worked closely with Zack’s father, and uncovers financial inconsistencies that scream corruption. It all leads her to a single name—Richard Whitman. The so-called trusted family lawyer. Turns out, he wasn’t just handling the estate; he was positioning himself for a hostile takeover. And if Zack dies before turning 30, Whitman gains complete control over the fortune.

When Serena starts asking the right questions, she gets a chilling warning: stop digging, or the next bullet won’t miss. And just like that, the game turns deadly.

With Zack by her side and Dubai’s elite police force bringing out high-tech, futuristic SWAT-level action, the stakes have never been higher. We’re talking hovercrafts, energy pulse rifles, and a dramatic midnight raid that leads to the downfall of a traitor. Officers storm Whitman’s palatial estate, shutting down his security and dragging him out in handcuffs as his empire crumbles around him.

But as the dust settles and Zack finally breathes a sigh of relief, Serena can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t over. They stopped one man—but what if he was just a piece of a much larger, more dangerous puzzle?

Justice, it seems, isn’t just served—it’s delivered with a high-powered, cinematic takedown. But with the truth finally exposed, one question lingers: was this just the beginning of something even darker?

Tune in for heart-pounding action, romance under fire, and the kind of scandal that could bring empires to their knees. This episode is one you do not want to miss!

Chapters

• 0:00 Investigation
• 4:54 Nancy
• 9:31 Bullet
• 14:25 Traitor
• 18:52 Hovercrafts

Transcript

Opulence and deception go hand in hand in this world, and right now, I feel like I’m walking through a mirage—something glittering, untouchable, and dangerously misleading. Zack’s drowning in it, whether he realizes it or not. And his father’s death? I can’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t just some tragic accident.

So, I start digging.

My first lead is Dr. Allen Robertson, the last physician to treat Zack’s dad. We meet at an upscale café near the Dubai Opera, a place where men in tailored suits sip espresso while orchestrating billion-dollar deals. Dr. Robertson fits right in, his cold politeness barely concealing the flicker of unease when I mention Zack’s father.

“It was a tragedy,” he says, but the words catch like something sour in his throat.

I press him, asking if there was more to the death than what’s on record, but he shuts down. Claims confidentiality. He can pretend all he wants, but I saw it—that fleeting moment of fear behind his eyes. He knows something. And if I want the truth, I’m going to have to dig deeper.

Back at Zack’s estate, I take my concerns straight to his new security team, expecting them to at least pretend to take me seriously. Instead?

They laugh.

“You’ve been watching too many movies, darling,” Harris, their so-called leader, tells me.

I grit my teeth, laying out the discrepancies I’ve found. Medical reports that don’t add up. Leads that point to something much bigger than a simple heart failure.

But Harris just smirks. “What are you—a journalist? A detective? Or just Zack’s new arm candy?”

Oh, I hate him.

I storm out, frustration boiling in my veins. They think I’m just a paranoid girlfriend with too much time on her hands? Fine. I’ll prove them wrong.

That night, Zack texts me—asking if I want to join him for dinner.

I hesitate, thumb hovering over my phone. Do I tell him? Do I add this to his already overwhelming plate of family drama, legal battles, and band responsibilities?

No. Not yet.

Instead, I start researching. I spend hours in the palace library, combing through financial reports, lawsuits swept under the rug, offshore accounts that reek of corruption. And then I find it—a redacted medical document with inconsistencies in Zack’s father’s toxicology report.

My gut twists. Something is very wrong.

To get more answers, I track down Farah, one of the household staff, and in hushed whispers, she tells me things I wasn’t ready to hear. Zack’s father was terrified in his last days. Holding secret meetings, constantly looking over his shoulder, muttering about betrayal.

Now, I know I’m onto something.

Later that night, Zack and I are on our suite’s private terrace, overlooking the dazzling Dubai skyline. The city glows beneath us, and for a brief moment, I let myself enjoy the warmth of his arms around me, the illusion of safety.

Then—a gunshot.

The sound shatters the night. A bullet whizzes past, embedding itself in the ornate railing beside us.

“DOWN!” I scream, shoving Zack to the ground.

We hit the cold marble tiles, hearts racing. The terrace doors burst open, and security floods in, guns drawn.

“It was a sniper,” one of them confirms, scanning the rooftops. “This wasn’t random.”

No kidding. Someone just tried to assassinate Zack.

As we sit in the aftermath, hearts pounding, Zack turns to me, his face pale but determined. “I was wrong,” he says. “I should’ve listened to you. Someone is trying to kill me.”

I grab his hands. “And I’m not letting them win.”

The next day, we connect the dots. Zack’s father was preparing to make a massive change in his company—one that would’ve cost powerful people a lot of money. And the person with the most to gain from his death?

Richard Whitman. The family lawyer.

Turns out, if Zack also dies before turning 30, Whitman gains complete control over the estate. The money. The power. Everything.

Well, that sure explains the sniper.

This is no longer just a conspiracy theory. It’s a hit list. And Zack is at the top.

Armed with evidence—emails, encrypted files, financial records—I convince Zack that we need to take this to the police.

And let me tell you, Dubai’s elite police force does not play. Within hours, we’re in an ultra-modern high-tech command center, surrounded by officers planning a tactical raid on Whitman’s estate. Hovercrafts. Thermal imaging. Energy pulse rifles that can shut down an entire compound in seconds.

It feels like we’ve stepped into a futuristic action movie.

Then—game time.

The officers storm the estate with military precision, cutting through Whitman’s defenses like a knife through silk. He tries to run.

He fails.

When they drag him out in cuffs, he looks pale, stunned—caught.

Zack exhales beside me, tension draining from his body. “They did it,” he murmurs.

“Yeah,” I whisper back. “They really did.”

For the first time in days, I feel safe. But deep down, I know this isn’t over.

Not yet.