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Whipping off her tears,She took a smirk and replied; "How can I face my fellow she-wolves Eliana? Tell me, how should I face them? You have no idea of what I've gotten myself into. I have already spoken high of myself, gaining a great self esteem from my fellow she-wolves. Do you know, I had told them that Roland was going to choose me as his mate Eliana, I had told them that everything have been sorted out Eliana, and now...this whole humiliation..it's just too much for me to bear. I don't think I can live with it, it's just too much for me to bear, the pain, the humiliation,the shame, I just feel like ending it all Eliana." Rhea said, pouring out her pain. It was just what she needed, som

Rhea quickly straightened up, fixed her hair, and pretended to be focused on the TV when they returned to the living room. “Hey girl, stop watching and meet our dear Ravy,” Lucas said with a grin. Rhea stood and smiled politely. “Hi Ravy, I’m Rhea Benitez. I’m a friend and so—” She froze mid-sentence. The glass in her hand slipped and shattered on the floor. “R-Rave? Y-you’re gay now?” she whispered, her voice trembling with shock. Everyone stared in silence. Lucas, still holding Ravy’s arm, looked just as stunned. His eyes widened, and he immediately rushed toward Rhea.

The gym reeked of sweat, glue, and aerosol paint. Heat pooled beneath the rafters and refused to leave; the wheezing fans only pushed it around like a bad smell. Streamers hung in arterial swags—deep reds, bruised browns, oily blacks—dripping from beams as if they’d grown there, pulsing on their own. Jasmine crouched over a row of fake headstones, a slash of grey on her cheek where she’d absently wiped at sweat with paint still wet on her fingers. The names were jokes, inside references and petty digs—HERE LIES MATHS, R.I.P. CURFEW, TRAVIS’S BRAIN (ABSENT)—but every time she wrote R.I.P. her stomach pinched. She kept seeing the letters scrawled in the sand, perfect and wrong, with no footpri

“So about what I was saying, she gave me an idea. And like what we have been experiencing — I am talking about the hallucinations that came with seeing the substance — she has also experienced it. And you know why, Ryu? Because she has seen it too.” Ryu’s face twitches at my announcement. It made it seem like he was not expecting to hear what I just said but I am certain he would be more than surprised to hear the full gist about the girl in particular. “If you don’t mind me asking, Alpha Reid, who is this girl you are talking about? And how can you confirm that she is telling the truth?” Ryu asks later. “Easy,” I state. “She is my mate.”

My eyes hardened, and I swung my legs off the bed, “Send it.” Seconds later, my phone buzzed again, an incoming message from Nathan. I opened it. The image that filled my screen made my blood run cold. It was a wall. A large wall with hundreds of pictures pinned to it. Rhea’s face stared back at me from almost every angle, photos of her leaving buildings, walking through parks, even sitting at cafés. Her in casual clothes, in dresses, speaking with investors and even pictures of before she fell into a coma. All of them arranged in clusters, with red string connecting one to another, forming a web of lines and circles that pointed back to her.

My breath catches. “What…?” I whisper. Just hours ago, it was four hundred thousand. Now… I scroll frantically. Notifications flood the screen. Likes. Comments. Mentions. Stories tagged with my name. Videos clipped from the gala. Slow-motion shots of me dancing. Falling and Standing back up iconically. Raya. Of course. She’s been busy. I open my messages. **Raya:** *DON’T PANIC. YOU BROKE THE INTERNET.* **Raya:** *We’re trending in six countries.*

Tinsley muttered with a dark smirk which made Rory high-five her. Rory immediately began to leave the room, "I don't want to see your reply, all I want to see is a massive face-slap. If it falls below that, I'm coming back to kill White Tigress." Rory muttered and began to leave, which made Tinsley chuckle. "I wouldn't disappoint you," Tinsley said behind her. She first scrolled through social media, and she saw that the trending hashtag was Lilee and her. #White Tigress And Actress Lillee's Close Relationship.

Somehow, I manage to drag my gaze away from the last photo which is of her wet, dripping buns and read the actual bio. Hey there! Couldn't resist clicking on my pictures, I guess? *Wink wink*. I'm Lia. I'm just a normal, college girl searching for financial support in exchange for a private, relaxing, fun-filled time with you... I snap the laptop close, not bothering to read the rest. What the actual fuck? She needs financial support?

My head ached each time, unable to find a breakthrough. The disabled fan had refused to meet. Every PR attempt had turned into a knife. Even when Rhea Bloom publicly apologized, it was used against her. Then I opened the posts from the disabled fan—the boy with the artistic sketches. People kept reposting his story with captions like: "Protect him." "He didn't deserve this." "Rhea is heartless." But something felt… off. Not about him—but about the "poster," the person who first uploaded the clip. Their account gained hundreds of thousands of followers overnight.

“Why would that be? You've only just met. Compose yourself elegantly, I need a cute picture so that I can update your official social account” Ryella held a glass of juice close to her face, made a cute pout and gave a wink. There was the sound of camera shutters. “Done! First day of shoot. Feeling cute and silly, smiley emoji, blue heart, rainbow. Upload and done!”. In two minutes, she already had over five thousand reactions and five hundred plus comments. Sylvia turned the tab to her. “I guess you are the latest big thing in the country. Everyone is crazy about you. Soon you'll have a fan base that can rival that royal prat”