Author's Note: I would like to thank all the readers and reviewers who are reading this story! It means a lot to me! =] I hope you all are still enjoying this story as much as I am! So I would also like to apologize for the lack of updating. I have been majorly stacked with work and college stuff. =[ I am truly sorry. I will do my best to keep this up! I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana or its characters.

Los Angeles
Wednesday, July 9
5:47 PM

Her blue eyes glared angrily ahead at the man standing so close. In a flash, her open faced hand connected with his cheek, catching him by surprise. She then swiftly turned on her heels and walked away, leaving him dumbfounded.

"CUT!" boomed throughout the set.

Miley's expression quickly changed. With a look of relief she walked back to where she had been standing only moments ago and joined her co-star, Chad Michael Murray. Watching him rub his jaw gently she looked at him guiltily.

"I am so sorry Chad. I got so into the scene that I..."

Chad put his hand up to stop her and flashed a charming grin. "It's ok Miley. It's not the first time a woman has slapped me in the face. Except, most times it's intentional," he chuckled.

"Great scene you two!"

Miley and Chas turned to see the director Connor Parker, the young and up-and-coming filmmaker who was currently the buzz in town.

"Are you sure Connor?" Miley questioned, she was always the perfectionist when it came to her career and this was her first movie after all. "I could have done that better."

"Yeah, she could have hit me harder." Chad teased.

"Trust me." Connor assured, placing his hands on her shoulders. "It was perfect. Now, you're not on the schedule for another couple hours so why don't you go back to your trailer and take a well deserved break," he suggested.

"You sure?"

"Positive." Connor insisted. "Now go."


Miley left the set after speaking to a few people and made her way to her trailer. This was the second to last day left on the movie set. It had been a rather arduous schedule over the last two months, traveling to London at one point to film, the last three weeks had been spent back at the movie studio. They all had high hopes for this movie. Miley, for one, expected that by the time it was released next year that it would only further catapult her career which would be taking another significant boost after the release of her new Album, Spirit In The Night, scheduled to hit stores nationwide in two weeks. Her schedule for the next week was already jam-packed with interviews, public appearances, and all the usual promotion for a new album.

Reaching her trailer, Miley opened the door and immediately heard her cell phone ring. She knew who it was before she even picked it up. Peaking at the small display only confirmed her assumption.

"Hey Lucas." she answered.

"Miley, I've got some great and then even greater news for you!"

"Oh really?" she questioned her agent dubiously while pulling the door to a close. "I see your ability to exaggerate is still intact. So tell me what's up." She grabbed a bottle of water and took a seat at the small table.

"I just got off the phone with Rachel Porter, photographer extraordinaire."

"I know who she is. I've been wanting to work with her."

"Guess what, the feeling is mutual! Okay, here's the deal. She's been given complete artistic freedom for the new campaign for Cover Girl and guess who she requested... no demanded the company get."

"You're kidding. No way! Rachel Porter wants me?"

"Miley, didn't I tell you this is your year?"

"You did Lucas. This is so unbelievable!"

"She wants to meet you tomorrow, first thing before you head to the movie set, okay?"

"Ok, sure. I don't need to sleep." she mumbled.

"That's my girl. And it seems like she wants to start off in Tennessee. I think. I don't know if she's made up her mind, but that'll most likely be in a couple of days. Anyway, that's the first thing."

"Lucas Roberts, I know you can't possibly have better news than that!"

"Guess again my dear. The first reviews of the movie are out. Let me take this opportunity to read what Victor Reigns from the Times wrote:

Upcoming movie, The Desperate Kingdom of Love, has a unique twist, it actually has a plot you care about. This is a strong effort by Chad Michael Murray, known for a slew of unforgettable parts such as his role as leading man in A Cinderella Story, The Wax House, and television series One Tree Hill. With a tremendously well-written script by respected screenwriters Drew Griffin and Danielle Till, we are instantly given a story we care about. The words are brought to life with a strong ensemble including many newcomers, but the story is anchored by veteran George Clooney and brought to life by lead Drew Roy. The twenty four year old bad boy of Hollywood, is perfectly paired with love interest played by twenty two year old singer/actress Miley Stewart, whose character Madeline Campbell is a refreshing addition. Not the typical damsel in distress or convenient love interest, which is normally the case in such movies, Stewart portrays Madeline as an equal to Roy's braggadocios Nathan. Stewart owns her role, clearly making the story more likable and unlike other 'Love Story' films, memorable."

Lucas finished reading and waited for a response from Miley. She was uncharacteristically quiet. "Well...?" he began to question, only to be interrupted by Miley screaming on the other end. Lucas laughed as he pulled the phone from his ear and listened to Miley's enthusiastic reaction. "Your star is rising Miley Ray!"


Two hours later, the incessant tapping on the door woke Miley up from her nap. "Come in!" she called out groggily and watched Drew enter her trailer. "Do they need me out there?" she wondered.

"No," Drew shook his head. "Not now. But it'll probably be another long night."

"Great," Miley muttered. She continued to lie down on the couch and looked at Drew sitting on the chair across from her. "So what brings you by here?"

"I was wondering if you would like to go over our final scene."

"Yeah, sure." Sitting up on the couch, she smoothed her hair and reached over to the table to grab her script when an envelope tucked underneath fell onto the floor. "That's weird," Miley mumbled as she picked up the envelope. She opened it and unfolded the paper inside. Instantly, she gasped at the sight and threw it down in disgust.

"Miley? What's wrong?" Drew asked curiously. He picked up the letter and after a quick look, he brought his attention to Miley and looked at her in concern. "Are you okay?"

"How did that get in here?" she questioned with little emotion. "I thought this was over."

"You mean, you've received letters like this before?" Drew asked. "Have you called the police?"

"What are they going to do?" she asked skeptically.

"Maybe catch the sicko who is writing these threatening letters!"

"All they'll do is start a file. Do you think they plan on putting their energy into finding someone who sends threatening letters to a celebrity? What's the point?"

"So you can have piece of mind."

"Drew, I've received letters like this before. It's no big deal. Chances are they're not going to do anything."

"But what about that chance they do? This is serious Miles. You need to report this to the police."


Westbury Hotel
London, England
2:45 AM

Robbie was convinced he was dreaming, yet with each ring the telephone seemed more and more real than imaginary. With a heavy sigh, he reached over and grabbed the phone.

"Robbie Ray." he answered groggily.

"Robbie where are you?" the woman on the other end questioned.

Confused, Robbie Ray sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. He ran his fingers roughly over his head and winced from the shrill in the woman's voice. "Susan?" he questioned skeptically.

"Yes, it's me Robbie Ray," she spat. "Now where are you?"

"Are you trying to tell me you called me in the middle of the night to ask where I am?" he asked and could immediately picture the annoyed look she was giving him on the other end. "I'm in London," he finally replied. "Why?"

"Are you on an assignment?"

"Susan you know I can't tell you that," he told her and once again imagined her sour expression. "No," he replied, "I'm not."

"Good, because your daughter needs you."

"What? What's wrong with Miles? Is she okay?"

"Nice to see you're concerned."

"Susan, she's my daughter. Of course I'm concerned. Now what's wrong?"

"Miley Ray, your stubborn daughter refuses to get help."

"Help for what?"

"Over the last month or so, Miley has received a number of threatening letters. They appear to be from a stalker, someone who can access her on the movie set. This is a very serious thing Robbie."

"Has she gone to the police?"

"No. She's convinced they can't do anything."

"Chances are she's right. So you want me to investigate I'm assuming."

"I want you to be a father and protect your daughter. You clearly have the means to do so rather effectively. Don't you have an agent to spare?"

Robbie Ray searched his memory and only one person came to mind. "I do. He's actually on sick leave but he should be healthy now."

"Do whatever you can Robbie. This is important. Miley will not listen to reason. She's convinced nothing will happen, I know otherwise."

"I do, too. I'll take care of it Susan. No need to worry," he assured her. "I'll call you when I have more news."

Robbie Ray ended his call with his ex-wife and immediately called headquarters in New York. "Charlie, Robbie Ray here. I need to get back to the states ASAP, first flight you can get me on, I'll be ready." Moments later he received the particulars and began to pack for his 6:00 AM flight to New York. "Okay kid," he muttered, "I sure hope you can do this favor for me. I need to keep my little girl safe."