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The Fake Daughter Of The Sterling Family

Camille was in the middle of a spa session when her phone suddenly chimed.The sound cut through the soft instrumental music like a needle scratching vinyl.She groaned, eyes still closed, fingers lazily reaching for the device resting beside her towel.As she peeled her eyes open and stared at the device, she hesitated for a second.Ever since everything with George at the Bryce auction had blown up, her phone had been nothing but noise—calls from unknown people, messages from socialites fishing for gossip and reporters lurking behind fake numbers.She hadn’t had a moment of peace in days.Now, all she wanted right now was quiet.With a sigh, she unlocked the screen, already bracing herself for another useless notification.But the name at the top made some of her unease fade away.Anna with a loser emoji.Camille clicked her tongue and opened the message without hesitation.[Hey, isn’t this the fake that stole your position?]The message read and below the text was a photo.Camille’

Fate's A Bitch

To say Mirena was a surprise would be a lie, after all, she wasn't surprised.However, she was impressed that Camille was going down this road.Thanks to the little announcement the Sterling family made on her birthday, a handful of people could recognize her and point ‘Hey, isn't that the fake who stole someone's life?’But with recent events, that news was fading. But now, she was wanted to reopen that wound?Even going as far as picking such a catchy thumbnail?Mirena's fingers twitched, but she made no effort to exist the video.On-screen, the show’s host nodded along solemnly, as if he were listening to something profound—something worth airing to millions.“You’ve been quiet all this while,” he said, folding his hands together. “Why did you suddenly decide to speak up? Is it because the fake daughter’s sudden rise to fame?”Camille shook her head immediately.Her hair was packed in that deliberately soft, almost juvenile style—neat, loose strands framing her face just enough to

Trapped

Mirena was mildly claustrophobic.She'd come to learn that during her second year in college, after which she'd defeated Alexander in yet another competition and such, his girl fans took it upon themselves to lock her in a dark, storage room.She'd been there for eight whole hours, cramped, dark and left to dwell on the thoughts work and activities kept her from.By the seventh hour, the claustrophobic effect kicked in and by the ninth hour, she woke in the campus’s sick bay.Ada and Logan had found her in the storage room, passed out after she'd hyperventilated.Ever since then, the fear for small spaces—small dark spaces, to be precises—was something she grew with.Through secret online therapy, she'd learned to control it, to grow and live with it.However, no session in that two months long therapy session she'd quit after cursing her therapist out for being incompetent, ever prepared her for a situation like this.Don't hyperventilate, she told herself as she clicked the button a

Distraction

Alexander tensed the instant Mirena's lips touched his.It had come too suddenly, too unexpectedly and the worse part, despite the fact that he was surprised, a smaller part of him, was delighted by the feeling.Her lips were warm, yet uncertain against his.The kiss was unpolished and unplanned, like she’d acted on instinct rather than desire.Her fingers curled into his shirt as if she needed something solid to hold onto, something real to anchor her to the moment, and Alexander felt that grip like a brand.He didn’t move at first. Didn’t deepen it.He stayed perfectly still, lips pressed to hers, breathing shallow as if even the slightest movement might shatter whatever fragile thing she was clinging to.He could feel the tremor in her body, the way her breath stuttered against his mouth and the faint hitch that betrayed how close she still was to unraveling.This wasn’t seduction. This was survival.And Alexander Pierce had never been good at gentle things—but he forced himself no

Enough To Move Hundred Of Millions

Jeremy was already standing in front of the elevator when the doors slid open.The second Alexander stepped out, Jeremy abandoned all sense of composure.“Sir,” he said, rushing forward, eyes scanning Alexander from head to toe like he expected to find blood or fractures. “Are you okay, Sir?” He asked.“I’m fine,” Alexander replied without glancing at him, his gaze never leaving Mirena’s back.She was already halfway down the hallway, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, posture straight, chin lifted—like nothing had happened.Like she hadn’t just panicked in a metal box. Like they hadn’t just kissed him twice.After a minute, he glanced at Jeremy. “The elevator, what happened to it?” He asked.Jeremy hesitated, then stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Someone killed the power to the lift, Sir?” he informed.Alexander raised a brow.“Why?” he asked.“Building security caught the suspect before he could leave the premises,” Jeremy continued. “He’s currently under investiga

Killing Two Birds With One Stone

The meeting came to an end faster than Mirena would have liked.She walked out of the conference room with Morgan’s words echoing relentlessly in her head.An impact in the stock market, enough to make hundreds of millions…. Huh?She didn’t slow her steps, but her mind was already racing—calculations stacking on calculations, possibilities unfolding like branching paths in a game she’d been born to play.To her, the market wasn’t just numbers and charts. Eleanor had taught her that it was psychology, fear, greed and timing.All of which you need to master in order to make the desired impact. All which she needs to utilize right now.“Ah,” she muttered.Behind her, Alexander’s footsteps followed at an unhurried pace.“Already contemplating defeat, Rena?” he asked casually.She glanced over her shoulder mid-stride, scoffing. “Do I look like you, Xander?” She shot back and turned forward again just as her phone vibrated sharply in her pocket.Her steps slowed as she reached in and pulled

Are You A Homewrecker?

When Mirena went live, the impact wasn’t immediate.That was expected, after all, her main account was barely brushing ten thousand followers.It wasn’t exactly prime ground for viral explosions.The live view counter hovered just under five hundred, fluctuating as people came in, lingered for a few seconds, then left again.However, that didn't deter Mirena.She sat calmly at her table, her posture relaxed, her shoulders squared and her expression composed in a way that suggested she wasn’t even looking at the numbers—though she was acutely aware of them.It didn’t bother her though, If anything, the slow burn amused her.She smiled faintly and adjusted the angle of the camera, resting her chin lightly against her knuckles. The glow from the ring light reflected in her eyes, giving her a deceptively warm appearance.They’ll come, she thought.Ants were always attracted to sugar.It didn’t matter how far they were. It didn’t matter how deeply buried they’d been in their own echo chamb

Say Hi, Dearest Mother

The comment section exploded almost instantly.The moment Mirena let the implication linger—that the Sterling family had known everything from the very beginning—people lunged for their keyboards like starving animals catching the scent of blood.[What other intentions could the Sterling family have had with someone like her?]One comment read.[Wow, this is suspicious as hell.]Another read.[Isn’t it obvious? She’s just trying to divert attention away from the main issue!]Mirena read through them calmly, her fingers folded neatly together on the desk as though she were watching a theatrical performance rather than standing in the middle of a digital battlefield.“I’m doing no such thing,” she said smoothly, lifting her gaze back to the camera.Her tone was composed, almost gentle. She didn't need to play the part of a crying victim to gain sympathy, after all, sympathy wasn't what she was after.She was after the Internet’s never dying curiosity. Because that… would be the start of

She Played You

Griselda paled the moment the words left Mirena’s lips.On… loudspeaker?For half a second, her mind refused to process it. The sentence echoed in her head like a delayed gunshot—too loud, too sudden and too final.She stood frozen, phone still pressed to her ear, her fingers numb, then she turned her head—slowly, dread creeping up her spine—and met the gaze of her maid.The woman stood a few steps away, eyes stretched wide, complexion drained of all color. Her lips were parted, but no sound came out.She didn’t need to say anything, her expression told Griselda knew.She was indeed on loudspeaker.Her heart dropped straight into her stomach at once.“No…” she was in the process of whispering when suddenly—“Griselda!”Duncan’s voice filled the entire house, bouncing off the walls like a bouncing ball that came right back to her.The sound of heavy footsteps followed almost immediately, fast and furious, each one slamming into the floor with enough force to rattle the walls.Griselda

The Change

For a second, the entire comment section went silent.It wasn’t the playful, fleeting silence that usually followed a shocking reveal online—it was the kind that felt heavy, suspended, like millions of people collectively forgot how to breathe.Then it detonated.[What the actual hell is that?!][Fuck, I just got goosebumps.][That shit is so scary, poor Mirena, she must be frightened right now.][You brainless idol worshippers have gone too far! You can defend Camille, but this? This is beyond reasonable. This isn’t gossip anymore, this is criminal!]The comments poured in so fast they blurred into one another, the scroll bar shrinking as thousands flooded the live at once. Donations popped up sporadically, messages layered over each other in frantic outrage and disbelief.Mirena slowly reached forward and hooked the camera back onto its stand.Her movements were steady—too steady—but her gaze lingered on the open box before her, dark and unreadable.For a brief moment, she didn’t sp

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