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You've got to make the most of your 15 minutes of fame. It's just for show anyway. Not like she's actually losing anything. Seeing that Barry was still silent, her agent cautiously probed: "Isn't Steele your senior from acting school?" "Yeah, so what?" The agent, who'd been with her for so long, knew exactly what was going on in Barry's head: "You did a great job taking down Eulalia this time. Steele helped you out, so think of this as returning the favor." Barry wasn't going for the innocent good girl image anyway, so she wasn't worried about losing fans over a relationship. Besides, it wasn't even real, just for the show's publicity.

Her fingers clenched around the device. Jessy’s voice crackled from the speaker. “Relax. It’s just a celebrity. You said it yourself—probably a one lucky night thing.” he will definitely forget her, Mira is nothing people like de.king don't go for girl like Mira. Tina stopped pacing. Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror—perfect makeup, styled hair, expensive clothes. And still… “He didn’t even look at me,” she said bitterly. “Not once.” There was a pause on the line.

“It’s everywhere, Aiden. Comments are calling me a kept whore again. Someone dug up my old socials and spliced them with the gala shots. There’s a whole thread analyzing how long I’ve been ‘locked away.’ My agent finally emailed back, he’s dropping me. Officially. ‘Conflict of interest.’” I laughed, but it sounded ugly. Hollow. I set the coffee down before I dropped it. Aiden pulled me against him, one hand firm on the back of my neck. Not the collaring grip, but close. “Breathe. This is the peak. Scandals burn hot and fast. We weather it.”

The problem was the contract didn’t have a clause for moments this — for sitting five doors away from the man who mouth-fucked you and owned all your body through a contract. Now hearing his fiancée’s laugh echo down the hall as if she owned every inch of the place. Well she did. Page nine said I was his alone. He never promised the same back. I noticed it then, but I’d skimmed right over it because the $100k part sounded… interesting. Now it sat in my stomach like lead. I was the one that signed the paperwork agreeing to be his whore while he played devoted fiancé to his serious girlfriend.

After all, why would a big-name celebrity lie about something as trivial as this? “Listen, about this 300k—” “I gotcha, ma’am. You don’t want Jeanette to know about this, right? I completely understand. She’s pregnant, so I know you don’t want her to be worried about all of this,” Mimi cut in. “You can count on me to keep this a secret, ma’am. You don’t even have to pay me back! Treat it as a gift from me.” Jenny was elated. $300,000 as a gift!? This fit right in with what a big-name celebrity could do, did it not? Spending a few hundred thousand like it was nothing!

At first, Aster planned to Livestream to cry and feign innocence in order to switch the truth, but upon noticing how the scandal was still as wild as fire, she knew the result would only backfire on her. Aster was about to tap out of the app when she saw that several older men had chatted her up. Hey, vixen. I know a wild slut like you needs a lot of men to fill that lecherous hole of yours. It turns out that I'm horny, and I already know your location. Just state your price and let's hook up. Little Whore. It turns out that a girl like you is my type. How much does a night cost? Heh. I haven't slept with an actress before...

Then, with more conviction, "I am not Patricia." A sharp silence fell over the room. Robert turned away from me, running a hand through his hair. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the barely contained anger rippling through him. "My real name is Nora Stevenson," I continued, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me. "Special Agent and Detective Nora Stevenson. Everyone calls Agent 64."

It would not be an exaggeration to say that Camille was stunned and speechless at the attention she was getting. “Dustin, is Ruby the friend you mentioned? You’re amazing! I can’t believe you know Ruby!” Camille looked at Dustin in delight. Camille felt like this was a great honor. A famous agent wanted to sign her on even though she was a newbie. She had never even starred in anything before! “What? A friend?” Ruby looked shocked when she heard that.

"I'm thinking of it now." The nicotine fix hit different as I chewed, and I felt lightheaded and free. The feeling that never seemed to make me fascinated with the sticks. Cancer sticks were so good with stress. "As you should." Pelummi agreed with me. "I'd need agents, though. I hope say money go come fast fast. You know, I've been saving some money. I just need some more so all will fall into place." I said thoughtfully. Her face beamed like I'd given her a priceless gift. "That wan na piece of cake na. I know many agents that would sleep with you free of charge. Leave it to me."

He sighed then looked at me again. "Speak up, what do you have in your defense?" He asked. "I am not defending myself. This all is a mistake. A misunderstanding if I am being honest." I replied and he frowned his brows. "What do you mean?" He asked. "About three years ago, while I was in London, completing my masters. I became friends on Facebook with a girl named Neha Samad. She showed me her pictures and I eventually started to like her. We used to talk and chat almost every day. We both had seen each other's pictures. One day I decided to confess. I confessed and she told me that I am not her type and was just flirting with me." I said and he stood up from his seat, gritting his teeth in