Chapter 1 -Vegas

"But you slept with her Dwain!" I boomed as his eyes begged me for my forgiveness. They pleaded for me to take him back.

He cautiously took another step closer, now only a few feet away. "Selina, please? Please Baby; I was drunk, I didn't know..." I cut him off mid snivel "ENOUGH! I've heard enough Dwain, Just GO!" I was done, and now he knew it too. I had to remain strong, composed. I couldn't let him see he'd plunged his hand deep into my chest and ripped out my heart, leaving only a shell to pick up the pieces.

Watching him reluctantly leave I took a deep draw on my cigarette, tilted my head up a slight angle and blew the white fumes free. He had gone.

"CUT! Brian Stanley, my director yelled. "Beautiful Jen! Best take yet! O.K! We move to scene 112 after Lunch! 40 minutes people!"

"Thank God! I'm starving!" My stomach agreed with me, expelling a long low rumble.

We were two months into filming my latest movie 'Vegas or Bust'. I played Selina Prouse a 'rich bitch' who won a fortune in Las Vegas, Benjamin Symmonds played my serial cheat husband Dwain Prouse. He'd slept with one pretty girl too many. Tim Ford, a rather dashing American actor played my young love interest Charles. With money of his own he had no trouble picking or choosing whom he spent it on.

Stubbing out my cigarette, I headed for my trailer. Surely I could find something to eat in there maybe? The hot Florida sun beat down on me as I exited the main studio, making me squint when it hit my eyes. I pulled down the shades from on top my head; this really wasn't the day to be getting a headache. Clearly the low throbbing in my head argued that point.

As I got into the trailer I rifled through my bag, finding the painkillers I always kept on me. Taking a big swig from a water bottle I'd left on the side, I chucked back the two small white pills to the back of my throat and swallowed hard.

There was a soft knock on my trailer door. Gees, I get no peace! I thought to myself. I did this quite often, sometimes it was the only person I had that didn't argue with me. "Yes!" I said irritated. The door opened and my runner Charlie stuck her head round the door. "Would you like me to bring you some lunch Mrs March? Or will you be going to the food hall today?"

"No it's fine Charlie. I'll be right out." Charlene was great, she really looked after me. She always made sure I ate and that I always had water, and on warm days like today, I needed it. "OK." She said disappearing again. Checking my appearance in the mirror, I popped my glasses back on, grabbed my water and headed for lunch.

After lunch I returned to the set, looking over my scripts. I remembered these were the scenes I'd dreaded. I'd done mild sex scenes before, but there was just something about them I couldn't feel comfortable with. I got embarrassed. Especially when the actor I was grinding was as hot as Tim Ford. I don't care what any actor says. Sometimes, if you let your mind wander too far, those noises were usually real ones.

My nerves surfaced as we started to roll, which made us have to do four takes of the same scene before they got the shots they needed. Shaking my head annoyed, I wrapped my gown around me, covering my naked flesh along with my embarrassment. "Sorry Guys!"

Anger soon turned to amusement when Tim told me not to worry; he had my ruby red lipstick smeared all over his face. I couldn't help but snigger. Guessing what my reaction related to, he marched to the nearest mirror in the bedroom set. "You made me look like a clown! Cheers Jen!" He chuckled now too, checking his reflection. "My pleasure." I giggled, thankful that scene was finally done.

"Jen, that's you done for the day." Brian called to me after checking the reel. "See you tomorrow. 6 sharp!"

"Cool!" I replied with a smile. It would be a Short day for me today. Ideal. Charlie handed me some more water and said "Your car is in port seven, anything you need before you go?" She was thoughtful. "Um, no I don't think so. Thanks Charlie."

"No problem Mrs March. See you tomorrow!" She smiled sweetly and went off to see to something else.

I made my way back to my trailer to change and pick up my bag, thankfully spotting my own clown mouth in the mirror. I chuckled to myself and scrubbed it off with a wet wipe. Finding my car, my driver greeted me and we set off for my hotel. I couldn't wait to step into my nice cool shower. Today had been a hot one. Thankfully the car had air-con. With a sigh of relief I pulled my phone from my bag. Greg had ringed six times.

Greg March was my husband of seven years. Or that's what the piece of paper said anyway. He was a lawyer for the stars, which is how we met. I'd appointed him to represent me on my case against a certain big tabloid newspaper who had falsely accused me of a drug binge at a huge party I'd attended. We'd won our case and he'd won my heart. Gradually over the years our work took all of our time to separate places and we grew apart. Our marriage was mostly now run over the phone, In between shoots and meetings. The times we did get together we either argued or spent hours talking about how we had grown apart. Our marriage wasn't a marriage. It was a joke!

Gone were the days where we snuggled together and made love in front of our fire, in one of our three houses. We owned one in New York, one in Paris and one in London. London was where I was born and grew up. I schooled there and attended Tracing Academy for Fine Arts when I left college, where I sailed through and got my diploma.

I got into the business by getting a runner job. Just like Charlie, but on a TV chat show instead of a film set. That was also where I met my best friend Tasha Barrett. I got spotted by Trent James, who went on to become my manager. He'd been on the show with one of his clients and said I had the face for film. Of course I disagreed, but he said he saw something in me that I didn't. Which I later started to take seriously when he got me my first small film parts as extras.

11 years on, he was still by my side. He relocated to New York when he introduced me to the U.S film industry, taking a huge leap from his small business he ran in London. He upped sticks and moved his whole life there. Positive he could make it work. I owed a lot to Trent. I would not be where I was today if it hadn't been for him. He now lived in Florida with his wife and 2 children. Secretly I admired him. He had it all.

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A/N: Well Here we go. A new story, a new start and a new Beta.

This is a story that's been in my head for a while. It's read from the perspective of a female movie star. I hope you like it. Look forward to some reviews.

My Beta on this one is my good friend TwihardTillIDie. Thank you for your help. I hope to return the favour real soon.

Enjoy People xx

DeathToBeReborn.