As a Rising Star

: Rebirth

As a Rising Star, I also have a D-list stepsister.

Posing as my best friend, she spills all the details of my private life to the media.

She even leaked that I would be confessing my feelings to Lucas Shaw tonight, inviting the media to be there.

The truth is, she and the A-list Actor have been sleeping together for a while now, just waiting to get their hands on my family's fortune after he marries me.

At the press conference, I smirked, looking at the "best friend" beside me who couldn't wait to step forward and "congratulate" me.

Then I spoke. "I forgot to tell everyone, but I'm engaged to The Capital's Crown Prince."

The room erupted.

The Capital's Crown Prince: ?

I shot him a reassuring glance.

'I refuse to believe that, in this new life, I'll fall into the hands of those two scumbags again!'

1

Rosalind Quinn was acting up again.

I had just finished filming a scene for my new show and was in my dressing room touching up my makeup.

My Agent burst through the door, slammed her phone on the table with a SLAP, and furiously demanded,

"Vivi, is your friend just incapable of keeping her mouth shut? I told her so many times not to spoil anything, but she turns right around and blabs to the world!"

I calmly picked up the phone.

In the livestream, Rosalind Quinn was energetically hyping herself up to her viewers.

[Do you even need to question my relationship with Vivian Lennox? She's my best friend, so what's wrong with me visiting her on set?]

[The plot is definitely going to go this way. Vivian Lennox told me herself, so there's no way it's wrong. And there's some big news coming in a couple of days, so everyone follow my livestream, and I'll reveal it then.]

I sneered, looking at that smug face.

'Piggybacking off my fame for clicks?'

'Then she'd better not come crying when the entire internet turns on her.'

I handed the phone back to my Agent.

"Ms. Sutton, don't worry about it. The plot points she 'leaked' were just some nonsense I made up. It's all part of my plan."

Ms. Sutton was a little surprised.

"How did you know she'd run her mouth?"

'Of course I knew. Because I went through the exact same thing in my past life.'

My relationship with Rosalind Quinn isn't actually the "best friends" she advertises; we're stepsisters.

She entered the entertainment industry before me, debuting as a child star. She did make a small splash, but unfortunately, she couldn't resist temptation. One scandal after another was exposed, and she was gradually forgotten by the public.

Meanwhile, my steady and solid acting skills earned me a constant stream of new opportunities. From then on, she grew jealous and resentful of the recognition I received.

To get more attention, Rosalind Quinn claimed to the world that we were best friends who grew up sharing a bed, using my private life to attract eyeballs.

She did this right up until she got me killed, and even then, she revealed details about my funeral to squeeze out every last drop of buzz.

I smiled at Ms. Sutton.

"She is my 'best friend,' after all. It's not hard to guess what she's thinking."

Just as I said that, Rosalind Quinn called me the moment she ended her stream.

She knew I must have heard about the spoilers, and the moment she opened her mouth, her voice dripped with pitiable fragility.

"Vivi, I'm so sorry. The viewers found out I was visiting your set, and they kept asking about it in the live comments. It just slipped out, I have such a big mouth. I didn't cause you any trouble, did I?"

I smiled faintly and replied nonchalantly.

"Don't worry about it. Actually, I was just about to apologize to you. The director didn't like that version of the script you saw, so it was changed again after you left."

Rosalind Quinn's voice immediately turned shrill.

"What! How could you not tell me something so important happened!"

I feigned surprise.

"It was an internal decision made by our production team. Why would I tell you?"

Rosalind Quinn was speechless for a moment, then finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"But... aren't we best friends? You should have at least given me a heads-up about something like this. You made me look like such a fool."

I'd heard those words many times in my past life. Whenever the information Rosalind Quinn leaked didn't match the final outcome, she would blame me for making her lose face.

'Lose face?'

'More like she's bitter she didn't get to leech off my buzz.'

In my past life, I valued my relationship with Rosalind Quinn too much. I was meek and submissive in the face of her parasitic behavior, enduring it for far too long.

This time, I have no intention of repeating my mistakes.