Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
Mirabella, I’ll take you guys to your seats.”
“No need, I’ll take her,” Romeo insisted.
“Thanks, Mr. McMillian. David, KING, you guys take a break. The stylist will be here soon, and you’ll need to get ready for the show. I’ll go check the other details with the crew.” And with that, Jossie hurried off again.
Romeo led Mirabella through the backstage to their seats, as other fans, having passed the ticket check, began to trickle in from other entrances.
The fans were organized, each carrying a small bag, and upon seeing Romeo and Mirabella empty-
handed, they handed them a bag too, along with a few glow sticks.
“We fans love to leave a good impression wherever we go—tidy and hygienic. That way, people think our idol is a star of quality. The bag is for trash, remember to take it with you when you leave, thanks.
The glow sticks are a little gift for you guys—our way of wishing you a happy and fulfilling life together.”Mirabella didn’t expect David’s fans to be so kind, “Thank you.”
“No worries, what are friends for!” chirped the girl with the pixie cut. Her long-haired bestie had just handed Mirabella a pair of glowing bunny ear headbands before taking off. She glanced back at Mirabella with a mix of shyness and admiration, not holding back her praise. “You look absolutely stunning, this is for you.”
Mirabella watched the two girls dash away, slightly bemused as she held the glowing headgear in her hands.
“My fiancée is not only a magnet for the guys but the gals can’t get enough of her either.” Romeo said with a chuckle, helping her put on the headband.
She was naturally cool and ethereal, but with the bunny ears, she suddenly embodied a playful charm.
“Gorgeous,” Romeo said, pulling out his phone and opening up the camera app. “Take a look.”
Mirabella caught her reflection in the camera lens and couldn’t help but notice how she looked like a devoted fan, a stark contrast to her usual self.
“Let’s snap a few selfies,” Romeo said, wrapping an arm around her affectionately as they took a series of couple’s photos.
In the background of their pictures, the massive screen featuring David became their impromptu backdrop.
After the photo session, Romeo quickly set his favorite picture as his new screensaver, then took Mirabella by the hand to find their seats.
They scored spots right in front of the center stage, with a completely unobstructed view – it was undoubtedly the best in the house.As the venue filled up with more fans, people began to take their seats behind them.
“Holy smokes, aren’t you that girl.? The one David sent concert tickets to!” exclaimed a voice from behind Mirabella.
A girl in a black puffer jacket was pointing excitedly at a woman in a white coat seated behind Mirabella.
“It’s you, right?”
With a serene smile, the woman in the white coat replied, “Yes, that’s me.”
“What’s the story here? David actually sent you concert tickets?” a few fans asked, their curiosity piqued.
Still smiling, the woman in the white coat shared her tale, “I had a serious illness not too long ago, ended up in the ICU. The doctors weren’t sure I’d make it. My biggest regret at that time was never having seen David live in concert. My mom, without telling me, got in touch with David’s management team. As many of you know, David visited me in the hospital, lifted my spirits, and he even left my home address, promising to send me two tickets for the opening night of his world tour – one for me and one for my mom.”
“And this lovely lady is your mom? She looks so young.” Many fans greeted the woman’s mother, marveling at her youthful appearance, and added, “David’s such a sweetheart. Not only did he visit you privately, but he also sent tickets, and such amazing seats too.”
“Yes, when he visited, he autographed a bunch of stuff for me, took photos, and wrote me a lengthy message of encouragement. I’ve had that message as my phone wallpaper for a year now.” The woman in the white coat pulled out her phone, showing off the handwritten note from David.
“It was his encouragement that saw me through the darkest days of my life.” The girl in the white coat spoke with a lingering sense of gratitude.
“He’s a good soul, you know,” her mother chimed in, her eyes glistening with tears. “We were having a rough time financially, and he went ahead and covered the surgery costs, easing our burdens. I never used to be into celebs, but now I’m all for my daughter fangirling over him. Heck, I’m on board too.”
“Hey, we sure picked the right guy! Things are looking up now, no need for tears, you should be happy!”
“His handwriting is so neat! Can you send me that quote? I wanna make it my screensaver.”
“Me too, me too!”
“David’s always been a stand-up guy,” a long-haired girl interjected. “Remember last Christmas, when we went back to our hometown and there was this massive flood? Water filled up the first three floors of our building, and we were stranded on the rooftop, waiting for help. It was terrifying, and out of nowhere, we saw these volunteers in a lifeboat paddling towards us. My legs were jelly, I could barely stand, and this volunteer came over to carry me. He’s got a hat, a mask on, but I look into his eyes and —no way—it’s David! I was so stunned, I started crying. He didn’t know I recognized him, still speaking in the kindest voice, telling me not to be afraid. I fell for him harder in that moment.”
A girl with a ponytail picked up the story, “Yeah, when David got snapped doing relief work, some people accused him of just showing off. Please, who would wear a hat and mask, blend in with volunteers, and put on a show for three days straight?”
She had a point, having been a volunteer herself. “I didn’t follow any stars back then, but seeing him tirelessly rescuing people and delivering supplies, wading through the water with us, pulling boats,water up to his knees and he didn’t care. I thought, ‘This guy’s got focus and looks to boot.’ Never would have guessed he was famous. That’s when I fell for him.”
The ponytailed girl seemed lost in the memory, her emotions palpable.
“He’s a top-tier celeb, juggling a packed schedule—acting, variety shows, music, dance rehearsals, events. And still, he finds time for charity. Such a good person, and people doubt his intentions!”
“I was there, you know. Some stars just drop off supplies and pose for the camera. Not David. He genuinely didn’t want recognition, just wanted to help. He’s so humble and kindhearted.”
Many were moved by his actions, voicing their admiration.
A girl with a short haircut added, “David’s truly one of a kind. After my parents died in a car crash, I was ready to leave this world. The night I made up my mind, I sent David a private message, telling him I was going and wishing him the best. I remember clearly, it was 4,14 AM, and David instantly replied.”
The fans were stunned—David was up at that hour, responding to a fan’s message.
“He must have checked my Twitter, commented on how nice my clothes designs were, and asked why I’d stopped designing. He said he was looking forward to wearing something I created one day. He asked if I wasn’t planning to stick with him through his career, that he’d be around for many more years, and he wanted me around too.”
Tears welled up in the eyes of many fans.
“He said so much to lift my spirits, insisting I had to keep living. He even sang to me, sent voice messages, singing this unreleased song called ‘Courage’, written for his fans. It’s his words that night, his song, that pulled me through.”Mirabella, sitting in the front, hadn’t realized David was so kind and caring behind the scenes to do so much without ever boasting.
Listening to all this, Mirabella felt it incredibly heartwarming.
“David is like a breath of fresh air in showbiz, I swear,” a fan said with a chuckle. “All the celebs my friends used to like have had their scandals, but David’s still standing strong. Now they’ve all hopped on the David bandwagon with me.”
“He’s an amazing guy. The more you explore, the more attractive he will be.”
“No kidding. Can you imagine the lucky person who ends up with him? They’d be so blessed. David’s the kind of guy who takes care of you, a real warmhearted hunk.”
“Whoever it is, as long as David’s happy, they’ll have my heartfelt blessings.”
“Same here.”
“I just want David to be happy.”
Mirabella’s own heart softened at the chorus of support for David. His popularity among his fans was no mystery.
Romeo leaned in close to Mirabella, whispering tenderly, “You’ve got a good brother there.”
As the crowd at the venue grew, Mirabella, sitting in the front row, watched as people began to take their seats.
Some were business tycoons, CEOs and vice presidents with long-standing deals with David’s company. Others were veterans of the entertainment industry. When they spotted Romeo, masked and unassuming, surprise and recognition flickered across their faces.
“Mr. McMillian.” Several people wanted to strike up a conversation with Romeo.But Romeo, taking Mirabella’s hand, simply nodded in their direction. It was then that the crowd noticed he was accompanied by his girlfriend. Both were clad in sleek black coats, sporting matching black masks. Mirabella’s eyes sparkled youthfully beside the more mature Romeo.
It was a revelation to many that the typically stoic Romeo had a girlfriend.
And even more surprising that he would bring her to a concert.
With that, they respectfully kept their distance, nodding to Romeo in greeting and understanding before taking their seats, careful not to disturb the couple’s date.
To Mirabella’s left was Romeo, and to her right should have been Jossie’s spot, followed by their agent’s seat. However, the agent was in the hospital, leaving two seats conspicuously empty.
Behind those seats, two girls arrived fashionably late.
One of them, catching sight of Mirabella, wore an expression of surprise.
She then glanced at the man beside Mirabella. Romeo? He was actually accompanying Mirabella to a concert?
“Alma, come on, let’s sit down. The show’s about to start,” urged Hannah, a rich girl, pulling Alma to their seats.
Upon hearing the name “Alma,” Mirabella turned and, sure enough, found the source of her discomfort.
There was Alma, disguised in a hat and mask, but the bruise on her forehead was unmistakable. Had she been in a fight?
Alma was debating whether to greet Mirabella when, in the next moment, Mirabella turned away, leaning in to listen to something Romeo was saying.Watching them so close together, Alma felt a twinge of discomfort.
“Alma, you haven’t explained these bruises. How did you end up getting beaten up like this? Do your folks know? Have they found out who did it? I mean, you’re a Collins. Someone actually had the nerve to attack a Collins, right outside your own home.”
Hannah looked at Alma with concern, clearly upset on her behalf.
“My parents are on it, but no word yet. I have a hunch who’s responsible, though.”
At Mr. Eugene’s birthday party, she dumped cake on Serena’s face and caused her to fall off the swing, and she even poured wine all over her.
It had to be Serena seeking revenge.
“That little witch, she’s only good at playing dirty tricks!”
Alma thought, “I swear, once Serena’s kicked to the curb by the Collins family, I’ll make sure she won’t live a comfortable life!”
Sitting in the front row, Mirabella overheard the conversation and something clicked. Serena got a beatdown by Romeo’s goons, and could it be that Serena thought Alma was behind it, so she had Alma dealt with in the same fashion?
With that thought, she suddenly felt a twinge of pity for Alma, carrying the can for something Romeo did.
“Who did it, anyway?” Hannah asked.
“Just some little witch. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she regrets it!”