From anonymity to stardom Novels & Stories

“The reason I went into radio in the first place was for the anonymity. Now look at me, blown up like some kind of caricature of myself.” “The price you to pay for success.” “I suppose. By tomorrow, no one will remember this anyway. It’s just another awards show, like all the others. You’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.” “Unless you happen to be one of the nominees.” “That could perk up my interest a bit.” “Tell ya what, after you win, we’ll come back and steal Melody’s picture and auction it off as a dart board!” “Let’s do it even if I don’t win.” She was only half joking.

If this person were some other female celebrity, he would have given his consent to Miles right away. However, Annabelle was different. As the current hottest celebrity in Black Athens Media Corp, her social media following was twice the amount of Adam’s and she was considered the money maker for the company. If he were to allow Miles to sleep with her and news about this incident was to spread, Annabelle’s stardom would suffer a crushing blow.

Clarissa began, stealing my attention from the pancakes. “Go ahead, I'm all ears.” “Why do you like to remain hidden? I mean, most of your workers don't even know what you look like.” A smile spread on my lips as I took a sip from the cup of hot chocolate before giving her a response. “I love the privacy and mystery that comes with being anonymous. If I wasn't anonymous, I wouldn't have found out your ex fiancé was using his office as a hotel room…… no offence.” I quickly added the last part, seeing her crestfallen face at the mention of her ex. Something that made my jaw tightened as I forced down the anger that was rising in my chest.

This was my life now. One day I was just some secretary in a loveless marriage. And now I was renowned fashion designer, Akina. I liked that name. It felt like a new beginning. Like a version of me that was untouched by everything that had happened before. The fashion show that Liam had put together was a massive success, and now my designs have been one of the most anticipated designs. Everywhere I turned, there was always, something? A magazine cover. A blog post. A review. Even though I told Liam that I still wanted to be anonymous.

She was my partner. "We give the world what they’ve been waiting for," I said. I felt a cold, sharp smile touch my lips. "Anya, how many followers do you have on your blog?" "Two million. Why?" "Because the North Star is going to give one last performance," I said. "And this time, we’re not charging for tickets. We're going to leak the truth, Anya. All of it. The music, the murders, the math. We're going to burn the empire down with its own light."

He's not meeting my family. We'll have to plan an amicable separation. Maybe plan something before I ghost him and then once I get that settled... I go 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘧. Disappear without even a trace of smoke. I'm thankful now more than ever that I don't do a lot of social media. I like being anonymous. I hate being in the spotlight, even for good things. It always turns into a horrible experience for me. My cousins made sure of that. Fuck them all.

“This project is huge. If you back out now, they’ll blacklist you from every major studio in Hollywood.” “I’ll take my chances,” she said, turning to face him. Her tone was cool, but her eyes were blazing. “I’ve survived worse than a blacklist, Ethan.” she said pointedly. He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. “Then I’ll back down instead. They can find another male lead.” She laughed dryly. “I don’t need your handouts. You don’t get to ‘save’ me, not anymore.” “Laurie,.just wait,” he said, stepping closer. “We need to talk.”

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Claps echoed in the hall room and I inclined my head. *** The veil had become part of Monochrome long before graduation. I never reveal my face. Interviews were written or voice recording, for public appearances I wore a hat or veil or shadowed styling. It wasn’t hiding, it was strategy. Mystery created value and anonymity created control. Today I wore a simple black veil. Sheer enough to see through from my side but enough that no one could see me clearly. Between graduation six months ago and now, Monochrome had grown the small platform where it started.

He left with a reassuring nod, and the moment I heard the front door close behind him, something inside me snapped awake. The second the coast was clear, I swung into action. The media was a powerful place, people underestimated how much power it held. Sylvia had always relied on anonymity. Her company thrived on staying hidden. Many people knew the name Sylvia Grant, but not many could point out the business she actually owned or the empire she controlled behind the scenes. That anonymity was her greatest shield. And I intended to rip it away. Today was Day 1 of my plan. I grabbed my tablet from beside the bed and opened a blank document. The words flowed almost too easily, anger and precis