“You’ve had all these resources thrown your way lately. Are you sleeping with some rich man or something?”
The reporters were relentless. Monica’s face turned pale as she looked up at her fans, desperate for just a sliver of support.
But all she saw were cold, angry faces.
“We must have been blind,” someone yelled.
“I thought she was the sweet girl next door. Turns out she’s just a fake, desperate for attention.”
“Let’s go.”
One after another, her fans turned and left her behind.
Monica felt her heart sink. She had planned this birthday party to be her big moment, the night she would finally be on top of the world. Instead, she had destroyed everything. One second, she was living the dream. The next, she was crashing down, deeper than she’d ever fallen before.
What was she supposed to do now?
Her eyes darted up to the second floor. David stood there, towering above everyone, his gaze cold and sharp. His eyes were dark, unreadable, and the way he looked at her made her shiver.
He knew.
He knew everything.
…
Two bodyguards in black suits grabbed Monica by the arms and dragged her upstairs. “Move.”
She stumbled and fell, landing hard on her knees on the soft carpet.
David leaned over the balcony, looking down at her. His eyes were icy, unreadable.
Monica’s whole body trembled. “Mr… Mr. Harmon, please, let me explain…”
He didn’t react. His voice was low, emotionless. “Go ahead. Explain why you pretended to be Ella.”
Monica’s heart stopped. She had been hoping, just a little, that he hadn’t figured it out.
All Monica could do was kneel and beg.
David looked at her like she was nothing. If it weren’t for Ella, he wouldn’t even remember who she was.
“I’m taking back everything you were given. You’re blacklisted, everywhere. Your dreams of being a star are over.”
“I don’t ever want to see you again. Central College will expel you, and you’ll leave Rockford Bay. Don’t let me see you around here ever again.”
Tears streamed down Monica’s face. She had worked so hard to get into Central College. She had finally gotten a taste of being a celebrity, and now everything was gone.
All that fame and fortune disappeared in an instant.
David turned and started to walk away.
“Mr. Harmon… please, I’m begging you, have mercy…” Monica sobbed, her voice breaking.
He stopped, looked back at her, and his eyes were cold as ice. “You should know your place. You think you have the right to be jealous of Ella? You’re nothing but a nobody trying to cling to her. Pretending to be her is the biggest mistake you’ll ever make.”

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