The Movie Emperor Turned Out to Be the Captive Husband

I was the feared female bandit, making everyone tremble in their boots.

But after being in the entertainment circle, I guzzled three bowls of liquor, seized the top stars, and hoisted up the rising actresses as I carried them back to my room.

The director froze, and the internet exploded as I faced the live camera.

The Best Actor's expression towards me became increasingly odd.

He looked so much like my husband!

"Amelia, I'm telling you one last time—this is your final chance! Acknowledge receipt, acknowledge receipt!" Celeste Jameson, my agent, called for the hundredth time before the shoot for the variety show began.

"Celeste, I got it, I got it—both my ears are tuned in!" I snapped back. The entertainment industry was full of such chatterboxes.

I thought, So what if there are tons of haters? Let them come—I'll take them all on with my bare hands until they bow down and surrender.

Celeste sighed heavily, a look of determined calm on her face. "This time, the payment is higher than any project you've taken before."

My eyes lit up. "Great!"

Who would turn down money?

With enough cash, even this bandit chief would grace the variety show stage.

As the time for the shoot approached, a sweet-faced girl with twin ponytails came trotting over. She greeted me with a smile that could melt hearts.

"Hi there, I'm Freya Wilson. Just call me Freya. You must be Amelia Flores, right?"

Freya, the rising star, was soft-spoken and as cute as a button—like a little bunny.

She nodded at me, and in the brief moment she looked down, I noticed her observing my stance. I quickly corrected my stance from my usual boss-like posture.

"Ha, Freya, you're adorable," I said, genuinely charmed. I couldn't help but think how nice it would be to have her as my 'captive wife' back at the stronghold.

As soon as we finished greeting each other, a car pulled up in the distance.

The third guest had arrived: Sean Rowe, the all-around idol from the entertainment industry. His youthful, distinct style was evident, and he had earned the nickname Show Man.

But with his handsome face, he could pull it off.

As he stepped out of the car, another black vehicle rolled up behind him.

Out stepped Harry Federer, the Best Actor.

Officially listed at 6 feet 2 inches but looking more like 6 feet 3 inches, Harry had a striking, almost ethereal demeanor.

Dressed in a simple white shirt, he revealed just a hint of his toned physique underneath.

His face, with its chiseled features, seemed oddly familiar, though I couldn't quite place where I'd seen him before.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice Freya approaching me.

She handed me a tissue. "Amelia, here. Wipe your drool," she said with a gentle laugh.

I snapped my mouth shut, embarrassed. "Oops..."

The sight of so many attractive faces was overwhelming.

With all these stunning men and women, one day, I'll carry them all back to my stronghold!

Originally, I was the fierce leader of Ironclad Bastion.

Before my transmigration, I had just found a frail young boy on the mountaintop. He wasn't much to look at, but he had a decent face—clean and delicate.

I took him back to the organization and nursed him with precious herbs.

The women in the organization suggested, "Boss, you need a husband, don't you?"

So I grabbed my big sword and stormed into the boy's room.

"Will you marry me?"

The guys in the organization laughed hysterically, telling me to put the sword away.

The boy simply smiled and said, "Yes."

I didn't expect him to agree so quickly!

For days, whenever the guys brought gifts, I sent them to his room as gifts.

As our wedding day drew near, I drank too much and fell asleep.

We didn't even get to consummate the marriage.

When I woke up, I found myself transported into a novel about the entertainment industry.

I'd been stuck in this entertainment world for over two weeks now, and I was finally getting used to the life of a female celebrity.

The original owner of this body wasn't too shabby in terms of looks—smooth and delicate skin with an attractive face.

However, her personality was another story. She had a knack for stirring up scandals to boost her popularity, and it had backfired spectacularly.

Now, she was teetering on the edge of being blacklisted.

In a desperate move, my agent had pulled out all the stops and thrown every resource into landing this body a spot on a variety show.

The plan was simple: make a splash, no matter what it took.

As soon as I heard that, I was fired up.

Making a splash? Now, that's something I can get behind!

I knew exactly what I needed to do.

Time to turn up the heat and shake things up—because I understand how to make an impact!