Rewriting the Script — Episode 9

forget it i don't want to know he gave a careless smile While Luca's pre-treatment prep moved forward, color was coming back to his But between me and Julian, there was still a wall. Remembering what he'd said to Ava.

Even if she's here for the money, as long as she stays, that's enough. His avoidance looked more and more like fear. Finally, I decided I was going to lay it all out. Before I did, my phone buzzed.

The old video, the doctored one, was trending again. My name, back at the top of every feed, exactly like three years ago. professional gold digger returns from old scandal to new sugar daddy articles multiplied minutes they painted me as someone who had always traded her body for status someone who had never

stopped the video was proof the footage was grainy shot from across the street at night me in middle arms draped over the shoulders of two men both of them laughing as they steered me toward the hotel entrance my steps were unsteady head tipped back mouth open in what looked like a drunken smile. One of them leaned in close to my ear, the other kept a hand low on my waist.

Bullet comments flooded the screen in real time. Slut finally got what she wanted. Two at once, ambitious. No wonder she disappeared, too busy being a whore. Gold dig a starter pack. Julian Sterling's next victim, mark me words. Then came the photos, blurry shots of Julian and me leaving the hospital together, his hand at the small of my back, the two of us stepping into his car.