He Cheated But I Was The Heiress

Goldie snatched my phone away and suddenly, it lay shattered on the floor, yet the large screen continued to display footage. Both Goldie and Lucian looked alarmed.

In just moments, the video began spreading rapidly online, inundated with comments. I approached Goldie with a smile. "Don't forget to cover the cost of the phone, a modest $1,000 should suffice."

Goldie, livid, snapped back, "Norah, you're out of your mind!"

Ignoring her, I headed outside. A group wielding rotten eggs and wilted lettuce hesitated when they noticed me, retreating slightly.

I thought, wow, they really pulled out all the stops for these peculiar props. If it weren't for what just happened, I'd be heading home today smelling of this mess. Thankfully, I dodged that disaster and felt pretty upbeat.

But my good mood soon evaporated. By evening, the trending topics had exploded again. Initially, I assumed it was just the morning's drama escalating further. But to my surprise, the audacity continued.

Lucian claimed, "The video is merely a cut from a previous project. Miss Vasquez should separate reality from fiction."

Goldie chimed in, "Our relationship is solid. If a certain drama queen focused her acting on set, she'd be soaring."

Their brazen insinuations had backup from directors, screenwriters, and crew members. Suddenly, I was caught in a crossfire of criticism.

I shook my head in disbelief and decided to confront Lucian. When he opened the door, he was visibly startled, with a guilty glimmer in his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

I slapped him, my anger flaring. "If I hadn’t come, should I just drown in their sea of lies?"

"Are you crazy?" Lucian's calm broke, frustration seeping through his voice.

I laughed. Under Lucian's bewildered gaze, I unleashed a left hook followed by a swift kick, channeling my inner martial artist.

Holding up my phone, I provoked, "Is the previous video really an outtake? Does anyone usually name outtakes?"

"Who genuinely buys that sorry excuse? They must be fools."

Lucian sounded defeated. "Fools are convenient. As soon as I say something, those fans believe it, logic be damned. My word reigns!"

"Think I could get you blacklisted?"

I flinched, pretending fear. "Oh no, I'm so frightened."

"Please don't blacklist me. If I get blacklisted, I'll really have no future."

My mock act left Lucian simmering silently. I brandished my phone at him and stated plainly, "If you don't want to ruin your reputation, you should behave. Tired of playing this endless acting role yet?"

"No wonder you snagged an award. Two-timing me all these years without me catching on—a real talent."

I turned to leave, not lingering a moment longer. As I opened the door, Goldie was there. She glared daggers at me and slammed the door shut with a resounding "bang."

Before I could walk away, I heard Lucian’s pitiful tones, playing the victim. I couldn't help but laugh. They're not even trying to hide their fabrications, are they? And there were still people nearby to hear it!

Goldie, clearly swayed by Lucian’s words and seeing him bruised, seemed genuinely concerned. She tried to comfort Lucian, saying, "Don’t worry, Lucian. I won’t let Norah off the hook!"