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Instead, I am in the office, or rather, my office is away from my office. My name is Aliyah Montenegro, and I am a professional website developer and a popular author. At least, that's my job description. In layman's terms, I'm a blogger, a columnist, a prankster, and a writer of interesting one-on-one articles that grab your attention in the blink of an eye and lose it just as quickly. I can crank out one column a day if the topic doesn't involve too much research, and two if it's deep science stuff. That's how I make my living, and I'm not half bad at it. I got the clicks and was rewarded with a salary. That salary took me down the old road down memory lane in Manila.

Lola asked with a frown. “The blogs are usually the ones that come up with a headline and a story,” Gabriele explained, “but it’s the readers that make that story blow up. If no one is talking about it days after it’s posted, no one continues blogging about it. But if the readers engage aggressively and continue rambling about it in the days that follow, of course the bastards would want to milk more from the story.” Lola nodded. “Okay, okay. Forgive me for being slow, but I still don’t see what this has got to do with mí.”

I said, taking a deep breath before placing my journal on his desk. His eyes darted to the journal; confusion clear on his face. “What is this?” He asked, unmoving. “It’s my journal,” I told him. “Joseph had the idea a few months ago that I should start making my blog more personal. Writing about things that truly matter. I was trying too hard to make my blog a fiction platform, but that’s not what people want in a blog. They expect fantasy in books and stories, but they seek blogs out for relatable content and advice.”

It wasn't just a recounting of a story—it was an invitation to witness the resilience of the human spirit, an exploration of the depths of love that could withstand the trials of life. As their project unfolded, the blog became a beacon of inspiration for those navigating their own journeys through hardship. Abigail's words, infused with sincerity and empathy, resonated with readers who found solace in the shared humanity of the story. The digital space transformed into a haven where the collective strength of love and hope transcended the boundaries of individual struggles.

I stared at the picture wondering who could be responsible for this. I read through the lines of one of the articles and I was seething with anger. How dare these blog writers formulate lies about me? Do they even know me? It was more annoying that these blogs were getting a lot of attention garnering over three million reads and thousands of comments. The comments! I wouldn't even dare go there.

The tentative, terrified beginning of belief. "The magazine called," I said. "Paid column. Regular deadlines. Anonymous, so the blog stays protected. Real money. Real career." "Take it." "I'm scared my best writing comes from pain. What happens if I'm actually happy? What if the words only work when I'm breaking?" He was quiet for a moment. Thinking. The version of Rhys who'd gotten an A on a Gatsby essay and was still learning that his thoughts were worth hearing. "You're the best writer I've ever read," he said.

“Of course there is. You know there is something about LA top socialites, they hate having any kind of dirt on themselves and they would pay off any blog that has the slightest correct information. I have a friend who writes out dirts or fake stories about these people for five thousand dollars. That implies anyone who can provide him with such info would get the money. Even if it's yet to be affirmed, they know how to use the right words to attack." "So, I would only be getting five thousand dollars for selling someone out?" "Now don't be stupid, we won't give it to just one of the gossip blogs. Don't forget there are top gossip blogs. We sell to three of them that I am in contact with and

I might get a little bit of money from blogging but it's not enough when I live in a really expensive city. I started blogging 4 years ago, the blog is about life, tips, fashion and etc. It's more like a random blog and I gain around 1.5 million of followers. The interesting part is that.. I never show my identity to the blog world, no one know who I am. Literally no one.. Except me and GOD.

“About?” “People. The last thing I want to do is find myself on a paper or have my name allover everyone’s mouth.” “You worry too much. Bloggers got tired of my now boring life and have stayed away ever since so you have nothing to worry about.” “That's the more reason why I'm worried. They won’t hesitate to feed the public with the next big gist.” “You've been reading about me?” I can't even respond to the question knowing it's going to sound very weird.