Novels by Anneth Annie

The internet was a battlefield.Sydney Harper and Max Davis’s interview on Let’s Talk With Laura Show had done exactly what it was meant to—ignite a firestorm of controversy. Social media was ablaze, with people dissecting every single word they had said.Hashtags #TeamSydney and #TeamScarlet dominated Twitter trends, fueling endless debates. Every clip, every smirk, and every carefully rehearsed response was analyzed frame by frame.On one side, Sydney’s supporters praised her for her “grace” and “honesty.”“Sydney is so strong. You can tell she wanted to say more but held back. That’s real class.”“Sydney is so classy. You can tell she really cared about Scarlet once. She’s just worried about her.”“Scarlet has always been a mean girl. This just proves it.”“She didn’t drag Scarlet, but let’s be real—she COULD have. Sydney took the high road, and I respect her for that.”“Not Sydney being the bigger person while Scarlet hides? LMAO.”But Scarlet’s defenders weren’t backing down.“Y

The vibrant lights of Let's Talk With Laura Show illuminated the sleek, contemporary set while the crowd burst into applause. The camera moved over enthusiastic faces, capturing the thrill in the room as the show resumed after a commercial break. The excitement was palpable — everyone realized this was the interview they had long anticipated. The cherished hostess Laura Hollis rested in her signature velvet chair, her inviting yet keen expression just as it ought to be. She bent forward, smiling at the camera. "Welcome once again to the Let's Talk With Laura Show! Now, tonight’s guests need no introduction—fashion’s reigning queen and one of Stardom Heights' most sought-after actors. Please give a big welcome to Sydney Harper and Max Davis!”The crowd stood up and clapped when they saw Sydney and Max come on stage. Sydney was in a white silk dress that clung to her perfectly, her long blonde hair hung down her back.She greeted, very confident, in her signature smile and painted

A phone call woke Scarlet with a jarring noise early in the morning. Daylight creeping through the curtains made her moan while she extended her hands to find her phone.She stumbled over the sheets before finally catching hold of it.It was like a torrent had hit her screen, missed calls, messages, notifications— they swept over her page like an avalanche.She narrowed her eyes at the caller ID.Darren.“Hello?” Her voice was groggy, thick with sleep.“Scarlet, have you seen what’s going on?” His voice was tense.Scarlet sat up, rubbing her eyes. “No. What are you talking about?”Darren hesitated. “It’s bad. It’s best if you don’t look.”Her gut clenched. "Darren, what's wrong?”A long sigh. “Just…stay off your phone for now.”That only made her more curious. As soon as their call ended, another notification popped up—a text from Alina.Alina: Stay strong. No matter what. They can’t bring you down.Scarlet’s pulse quickened. She clicked on Twitter, her name sitting at the top of

Sydney Harper sat in her apartment with a delicate champagne glass between her fingers while the city lights glimmered against the gold liquid. Her phone sent nonstop vibrations on the marble table but she knew every aspect of the ongoing discussions without checking her Twitter notifications or screen. Scarlet Sinclair.And worse? They weren’t just talking about Scarlet. They were talking about them. Together.Suffice to say, it was a shocker.When she initially got the invitation to walk for Maison Rouge, and saw Scarlet’s name there, too, she laughed aloud.It had been ages since she last saw Scarlet face to face. And yet, here they were, about to share a runway as if the past two years had never happened.Sydney had to act unbothered, had to hold her own when she finally saw Scarlet at the fitting. But inside? She had raged.Because Scarlet looked good. Too good.Jealousy. Rage. Envy.It was always about Scarlet. Scarlet. Scarlet.Sydney released a steady breath, her

In the lead-up to the Maison Rouge fashion show, there were fittings and rehearsals and styling sessions. The atmosphere in the brand’s private studio was electric. Designers dashed between racks of couture, tailors deftly pinned and adjusted fabrics with geometric precision, and stylists huddled regarding the perfect accessories.The air reeked of luxury — fine silks, wistful perfumes, wrinkle-free clothes.Scarlet entered the changing-room, welcomed by the buzz of sewing machines and muted conversations.She was taken to a private chamber, full of breathtaking clothes — silk, sequins, stiff corsets, feathered flourishes.Each piece was designed to shock on the runway.As she stroked the fabric of an intricate beaded bodice, the energy in the room changed.A different presence occupied the space.Scarlet recognized the presence without needing to turn around.Sydney Harper.A hush swept through the stylists as Scarlet caught Sydney’s reflection in the mirror. The pair stared each ot

A vibration of an email notification beeped on Scarlet’s phone. Stretched out on the couch, she was perched against a cozy warm blanket, viewing one of her old favorites on TV. It was one of the first films she had done, a memory of having a long way to come and all she had to undergo to be back in the industry. She absentmindedly picked up her phone, in the hope that it was a call from Grayson or something on social media.Her eyes skimmed over the sender: Maison Rouge Official.Maison Rouge?Her heart missed a beat. The brand ranked among the most prominent luxury fashion houses, known for its spectacular runway presentations and celebrity clientele. Scarlet's interest was aroused when she opened the mail. “Subject: Exclusive Invitation – Maison Rouge Fashion ShowDear Scarlet Sinclair,We are excited to announce an exclusive opportunity to walk in our featured Maison Rouge Fashion Show! Your elegant grace, stature and beauty match precisely what we are designing for this upcom