LOGINNews of Emil's crimes quickly made headlines. This time, no amount of fan support could possibly change the narrative.…I sat among the audience during his trial. Our eyes met across the courtroom.As the officers escorted him away, he passed right by me. He glared at me and demanded, "Was this your doing?!"I smiled and lowered my voice. "You should be grateful I called the cops instead of exposing you online. Those clients you were pimping for looked powerful enough to fake your suicide to cover their own tracks, don't you think?"Emil shuddered. Fear filled his eyes.I watched him disappear with a smile. I thought I had already been more than forgiving, considering all the shit he had done to me in my last life.I thought that was the end of the whole saga until the internet uncovered Helena's side hustle as a sex worker. Suddenly, the scandal resurfaced.[One is a pimp, and the other works under a pimp. And here I thought they were sincerely in love.][She spent all this
I skimmed the statement. She was essentially claiming the exposé violated her right to privacy and that she intended to pursue legal action."Ignore her. Emil is our focus," I said.Helena's statement was nothing major, but it quickly became a rallying cry for her fans. Since I wasn't a celebrity, the combined forces of Helena's and Emil's fanbases quickly swallowed me whole in the online narrative once again.Just as Emil's fans were about to celebrate their victory, the police arrived and shattered the illusion. Several of the most extreme fans were detained for doxxing me and the people close to me, issuing threats, and expressing intent to cause harm.The rest of the fandom went berserk. This time, however, they limited their retaliation to verbal abuse online.I breathed a sigh of relief and instructed the private investigator to keep watching Emil.It didn't take him long to uncover an even darker secret.I was still figuring out the best way to expose it when an infuriate
My assistant sounded downright shaken."They found the hospital where my grandfather's recuperating and somehow took him off the respirator," another colleague added. "Luckily, my mom found out. She and the nurses had to call security to throw them out of the building!""Do you know what I found outside my house this morning? A freshly beheaded cat! What the fuck is wrong with them?!""It's his stans. They're all fucking insane. They think they're above the law because they're too young to go to prison!"My skin crawled. I had expected the attacks to come after me, just like they had in my last life. I had prepared myself for that.But this? He was dragging the people around me into his twisted campaign of revenge because he knew he could no longer get under my skin unless he hurt the people I cared about.Well, he got one thing wrong. I was no longer the Bette Colbert he could walk all over. This time, I would bring him to his knees."We're gonna call the cops!" I declared.…
Ashe looked worried.I playfully smacked him on the head. "Bro, what's with that face? If you have something you want to ask, just ask!"He chuckled."So… you and Mr. Brando don't have any kind of relationship at all?" he asked slowly, choosing his words with care.I snorted. "Didn't we publish a notice saying he's no longer a member of our agency?"He scratched his head as though he did not know how to continue, and that was when I realized what he was really asking.I looked away and lowered my voice. "No. We're strangers now. He's just a guy I used to know. I could even pretend I'd never known him.""What if he…" Ashe trailed off.Anyone with half a brain could tell Emil was not going to let me go that easily. I certainly didn't believe he would. My memories from my previous life reminded me exactly how much he would exploit me before finally discarding me.Ashe noticed my expression darken and reached for my hand. "I-I don't know how much this means to you, but if he start
"Whoa. Your shows? Sorry, when did I ever take your show?" I asked in disbelief."Those talk shows and reality TV programs he's booked for, you booked them for me back then! Those spots were supposed to be mine!"I snickered."Are you nuts? Since when were those meant for you? Who told you that? Maybe we should sit down and clear up this hilarious misunderstanding," I replied. "Or... did you actually book those shows directly with the producers, and we took your spot?"Emil's face twisted with barely restrained rage. "You're playing a very dangerous game, Bette. I don't think you can afford the consequences of losing me!"God, I almost threw up in his face. "Man, who the hell do you think you are? Losing you is like losing what I flushed down the toilet yesterday morning. Why would I cry over that?"A crowd began to gather around us. Naturally, phones and cameras were already recording.Humiliated, Emil tried to drag me away from the crowd. "Why do you always have to drag bystan
"Hello? Yes, hi. This is Ashe's friend. 75,000 dollars, you say? Perfect. I'll wire the money over in a minute. Send me the termination agreement afterward."Ashe stared at me after I ended the call.I smiled. "Oh, don't worry. You'll be making me far more than 75,000 dollars in less than a month."…Ashe's agency sent the agreement over soon enough.It had always been the kind of scummy agency that made a fortune by letting artists break their contracts and then collecting hefty penalties, so the process was surprisingly quick.I announced that Ashe had signed with my agency on Twitter, which once again stirred up the predictable outrage from Emil's stans.At the same time, several production companies had already sent scripts to my agency asking Ashe to audition.I sorted through them and picked out a handful for him to consider. When he realized every one of them was for the male lead, he froze in disbelief."Can I... Can I really audition for roles like that?"He was used







