My Rockstar Billionaire part 10

In this sultry, high-stakes episode of My Billionaire Rockstar, we dive heart-first into the chaotic backstage world of Serena—the woman trying to hold together a cross-country rock tour with a laptop, a fierce ponytail, and a dangerously growing crush on the one man she shouldn’t fall for.

Serena is the band’s fixer, the calm in the middle of the tour’s chaos. But lately? The chaos is personal. There’s a suspicious pyrotechnic “accident” that might not have been accidental, stolen gear, a stalker who’s too close for comfort—and Zack. Always Zack. The band’s brooding, leather-clad frontman who looks at her like she’s both his salvation and his secret.

He says he trusts her. He says he needs her. But is that trust real... or just convenient?

As Serena works through her timeline of incidents like a backstage Sherlock Holmes in skinny jeans, she finds something she wasn’t ready for—security footage of a mysterious figure fleeing the pyro zone right after the blast. Her gut screams foul play. And just when she thinks she’s getting close, she receives a chilling anonymous message: “We see you looking. Stop it, or else.” Now she’s not just solving the mystery—she’s living in it.

With danger tightening its grip, Serena calls in emotional reinforcements: Jenny, her no-filter best friend who delivers support and sass in equal measure. But even Jenny’s smart mouth can’t cushion what hits next...

A leaked sex tape. Of Serena and Zack. In a hot tub. In L.A.

Suddenly, their secret is center stage. Serena’s privacy, her job, her relationship—it’s all under fire. The headlines are vicious. The whispers backstage sting. Is she just another notch on a rockstar’s mic stand? Or something more?

Zack—usually the king of aloof—steps forward. He says he cares. That this isn’t just about the band. It’s about them. And for one fleeting moment, Serena sees the man behind the fame. The one who’s scared too. The one who might just be falling as hard as she is.

Meanwhile, Barbara—the band’s ice-cold manager with a spine of steel—pulls Serena into a reluctant alliance. They’ve got a saboteur on the crew, and Serena’s the only one who might be able to stop them. But at what cost?

In Chapter 10, the mystery sharpens, the emotions deepen, and the romance burns hotter than ever. Serena is forced to confront not just the threats on tour—but the threat in her own heart. Is Zack worth the risk? Is love worth the fallout?

This episode is a cocktail of backstage suspense, forbidden chemistry, and emotional vulnerability. If you love tortured rockstars, heroines who take no crap (except maybe from the guy they secretly love), and stories that sizzle with every heartbeat—My Billionaire Rockstar: Chapter 10 is your new obsession.

Chapters

• 0:00 Trust
• 5:08 Wizard
• 9:47 Mysterious Woman
• 14:40 Rock
• 20:43 Big Story

Transcript

So here I am, backstage in Boston, surrounded by a forest of guitar cases, tangled cables, and the scent of stale energy drinks and ambition. I’m trying not to have a full-blown nervous breakdown, but let’s just say my stress level is peaking harder than the band’s volume during soundcheck.

I’m supposed to be handling logistics, but what I’m really doing? Playing amateur detective. Because this tour? It’s not just rock and roll—it’s rock and roll with a side of sabotage. We’ve had stolen gear, a sketchy pyro “accident,” and now... a stalker. Cute, right?

I’ve got my laptop open to security footage and a janky timeline I’ve been building from scratch, piecing together weird moments like I’m starring in a low-budget Netflix true crime series. Only I didn’t ask for this role, and no one handed me a script.

The band and management are relying on me, and yeah, I’m good at this—almost too good. I’m starting to wonder if I missed my calling as a private investigator instead of babysitting grown men in eyeliner and leather pants.

Zack, our brooding frontman, shows up right when I’m mid-crisis. Of course he does. He leans in the doorway all casual, says he appreciates me, trusts me, yada yada... and part of me melts, but another part is like, “Boy, do you only love me because I solve all your problems?” He’s an emotional Rubik’s Cube, and I’ve got no cheat code.

Anyway, the mystery keeps thickening. I spot someone on an old video—right after the pyro incident, a woman-shaped figure booking it out of the danger zone like she’s got somewhere better to be. It’s grainy, it’s blurry, but it’s something.

I record it on my phone like a sneaky little gremlin. That’s when I get an email. No sender. No signature. Just one line: “We see you looking. Stop it, or else.” Uh, rude? And horrifying?

I call Jenny—my best friend, my ride-or-die, my voice of reason with a killer skincare routine—and spill everything. She, of course, is dating the band’s lead guitarist now because my life isn’t complicated enough already. I tell her I feel like Nancy Drew if Nancy Drew had trust issues, PTSD from pyrotechnics, and a sexy-but-unreadable maybe-boyfriend who won’t talk about his feelings.

Then comes the knockout punch: a phone call from Stacy. She tells me I’m about to be the headline of a very scandalous story. Something about a hot tub in L.A. and a certain lead singer whose name rhymes with “snack.”

That’s right—someone leaked a tape. That kind of tape.

Suddenly, I’m not just Serena the tour coordinator-slash-sleuth. I’m Serena the scandal. The face of every gossip site and clickbait headline with a grainy still frame and a mortifying title like “Frontman and New Girl’s Steamy Rendezvous Revealed!”

I want to scream. Or throw up. Or both. Instead, I sit in the middle of backstage chaos, trying to breathe while the world spins like a record.

Zack finds me—because of course—and tries to play damage control. He says he cares. That this isn’t just about the band’s image, it’s about me, too. And maybe I believe him. Maybe I want to. But my heart is all tangled up in electric wires and mixed signals.

Barbara, our manager and a woman I once referred to as “a corporate cobra in heels,” suddenly becomes my ally. She wants to keep an eye on the new roadies, and I’m like, “Great, let’s be friends... but if you betray me, I will ghost you and steal your snacks.”

So now I’ve got enemies, alliances, secrets, scandals—and I’m still expected to make sure the show starts on time and nobody sets themselves on fire. Again.

And through it all? I’m trying to figure out if Zack sees me as more than a human fire extinguisher. Or if he’s just grateful I keep his world from burning down.

Because right now, I’m the glue holding this whole thing together—and babe, I’m getting sticky.