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"Then there’s the obvious fact that I finally have a tiny chance." Melissa is a cheerful brunette with black eyes that can melt a mountain of ice. Although she’s joking, I realize she is quite similar to the women Rhys made scandalous headlines with in the past. Even if nothing came of any of those relationships, she is his type. At least more than I am. Perhaps if he offered her the fake engagement deal, he would end up attracted to her. "Kira?" Melissa waves a hand in front of my face. I brighten up, forcefully shoving the thoughts off my mind.

After introducing everyone and Melissa sharing about her vacation, Olivia seized the opportunity, remembering that the girls needed to spend the day out today. "Mel, I'm dying to get a massage. There's no spa in our town, and Manu already told me you know an amazing one." Olivia gave the cue, and Melissa got excited just as I had imagined. She was like a child next to Santa Claus, pure happiness and emotion.

Chapter 20: Hidden Moves Melissa sat in her hideout; she has been there for two weeks, her fingers traced the edges of a photograph, it was a picture from her last trip, one of the few things she could remember before all the present chaos, But the constant death threats had worn her out, and she knew it was time to vanish, at least for a while. She couldn’t keep running with a target on her back. The Hawthornes were closing in, and Evelyn wasn’t the type to let anyone slip away, not twice, she has been lucky the first time.

The only difference was that she added a screenshot of the location. I sneered, saving every piece of evidence. Just then, commotion rose from the camp. I leaned forward to see. Melissa was in the center, holding up a selfie stick, livestreaming. "Hey, everyone. It's Melissa. My dog Max is missing. I'm so scared…" She squeezed out a few tears for the camera, her voice trembling. I muted the sound and watched her performance. Go ahead and make noise. The bigger, the better. Early the next morning, the mountain mist had yet to clear. I leaned against a tree trunk, sleepless and freezing. Checking my backup phone, I saw that Melissa's livestream had run all night.

One of the maids said. That seems to be their everyday slogan. They all went into hiding, knowing Melissa had woken up on the wrong side of the bed, so they had to be careful. Melissa finished washing her face, packing her hair into a bun, and walking out of the restroom. She went downstairs with her nightie still on her body. She was holding her phone, it was always with her, that is her only friend since She has none. She was chatting with someone who had been disturbing and pleading to date her. She went into the internet to search who the guy was, and she frowned when she saw what he was worth.

Melissa fell, the world tilted and the last thing i saw before my world faded to black was Layla's face that was cold and self-satisfied like this was how it was meant to always be. Layla reveals that Melissa's mom might still be alive and Jamal betrayed Vivian once to her greatest nemesis, Arden Vale. As deceptions are dismantled and things escalate, Layla kills Melissa, leaving Jamal appalled and the futures of both women in jeopardy.

"Too busy screwing your way to the top again, Lena? Or is it just part of your routine now?" Ava halted. "Ignore her. She’s a sad, bored rich kid who thrives on drama." "I see you’ve upgraded but that's not going to change who you are— a pathetic little slut." Melissa said, stepping closer to me like she wanted to kiss me. Her eyes glinted with something ugly. I stared at her, deadpan. "Find a new hobby, Melissa." She smirked. "Oh, don’t worry. Making your life miserable is my hobby. You’ll see."

And they began grooming gullible, naïve young people, generally swooping down on them via their social media accounts. Melissa sat back now, in her bed at night, as she braided her golden hair and got ready to go to bed. Her husband had called earlier in the evening. His work was going to take longer than he had expected. She sighed and told herself that once Tristan Lord was back, she would tell him about what Jack had confided in her. Without any concrete proof, she was loathed to disturb her friend, Proserpina Delano, and make her even more troubled than she already was. With that thought uppermost on her mind, Melissa drifted off into a restless sleep. *

As Melissa stepped out of the hotel, her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Without wasting a moment, she dialed Zara Watson, her supervisor at BuzzFeed. The phone rang, and Zara's voice echoed through the receiver. "Melissa, what do you have for me? I hope it's a juicy scoop?" Melissa couldn't help but smirk. "Oh, it's definitely spicy, Zara. It involves none other than A-list actress Olivia Hamilton and our very own Mr Ashford."

Even TikTok edits with dramatic music. The internet is hungry, and Melissa—well, she was their perfect meal. I should’ve expected it. She’s a celebrity. Not just another woman walking down the street. People watch her every move. They wait for her to slip, even a little, because it makes them feel better about their own ordinary lives. Melissa was light to so many people, and now, I had fed them darkness.