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To deal with my frustration, I decided to stick to my usual routine. Back in England, after every uninspiring night with Heather, I’d pull out my phone and log into OnlyFans to watch my favorite creator, Regina Khalifa. She was an anonymous superstar, always wearing a signature blonde wig with pink stripes and a signature white pantomime mask. She was known for her incredible curves and a voice that could make a man lose control in seconds. I stood up, suddenly needing a bottle of water and some air. I crept out into the hallway, my footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. As I passed a bedroom, I heard it. A muffled, rhythmic sound.

Love Always, Haley’

I nodded quickly, my cheeks flushed. "I'll be going now, sir," I said, turning to leave. I was about to leave when the door swung open, revealing a vision in red. Her bodycon dress clung to her curves, and her hair cascaded down her back, swaying with each confident step. Her eyes met mine, and a dazzling smile lit up her face. "You must be Tyra, his new secretary," she said, her voice as smooth as honey. "I'm Helena, Daryl's girlfriend." She extended her hand, her touch as warm as her smile.

Harl inquired, sensing a secret in the air. Daryl's face flushed with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Well, Harl, I have some big news. I'm getting married!" he revealed, a broad smile spreading across his face. Harl's eyes widened in surprise, and he couldn't help but let out an unintentional scream of shock. "Married? That's incredible, Daryl! Congratulations! But wait, who's the lucky lady?" Daryl's smile faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "Her name is Hillary," he replied softly. "She's an amazing woman, and I couldn't be happier."

So Haley did the only thing that made sense. She went live. "Haley," Katherine said through comms with the deadly calm of someone managing seventeen disasters and adding an eighteenth to a spreadsheet, "explain why I am seeing your face on every public channel." Haley adjusted the cracked phone camera, wiped blood from her cheek, and smiled at two billion, four hundred million viewers. "Because myth feeds on recognition, and I am about to ruin its branding." Aaliyah made a sound like a woman watching arson become art. "I support this felony."

Eric paid the money and hurriedly said: "Okay, stay in there and try to delay the time; I'll come right away." "Not in time, Ah... Tut tut tut." "Damn it," Eric cursed under his breath. Haley was a new actor, an Omega who was lively, active, and intelligent, and she was well-liked by many of their colleagues in the company, including Eric. As a senior and under the same management company, he often helped her out. As he clutched his phone, Eric wondered what could have happened to Haley. Wait a minute... could she be in a heat cycle?!

“Tell me that’s not the same Hale.” He didn’t answer right away, and that was answer enough. “Who is she?” I asked. “Who is Dolores Hale?” His eyes came to mine. “She’s on Damien’s payroll,” he said. “He owns her.”

Where was this story of a childhood romance coming from? Had they all been lied to, or was I the one completely duped? Before I could make sense of it, Haley leaned into her live feed again, riling up her audience. "Everyone, today I'm setting things straight with this homewrecker, and showing her what happens when you steal someone else's man! Does anyone here know her? Post her information in the chat!" At her words, a sea of cameras closed in on me, their lenses glaring, recording, poised to spread this humiliation far and wide.

I tell everyone jumping up Everyone nods and I rubs up stairs throwing on some skinny jeans and a tank top with a pink plaid shirt and my cowgirl boots and a jacket. I put my hair in a messy cute bun and do light make up. I grab my phone and walk back down stairs. "Ok let's do this." I tell everyone "Me first" Dante says and I nod He takes Haley outside covering her eyes while we all stand around. He uncovers her eyes and her jaw drops. "You bought me a porshe?" She asks

Thinking of Shane, Haley could not help but smile, her dimples showing, radiating a sweetness that was hard to describe. Onlookers could not help but be drawn to her. Some reporters even raised their cameras to capture her image. Stella, observing this from the side, felt a surge of jealousy. Life truly was unfair. Some people were born with everything. Haley had been the princess of JY Group from birth. Even after being betrayed by James and abandoned by her father, she was still cherished by Shane. Stella’s thoughts were interrupted by the announcement from the staff, "Contestant number 23, Xena Carter, are you here?"