Excerpt: "I don't wish to be indebted to you in the near future, hence I'd like to repay you for saving me." The man's intense gaze fixed on Rina, his brows now drawn together in contemplation. "You don't owe me anything," he repeated, "but if you're truly set on repaying my kindness then, marry me." After being betrayed by her husband of seven years, and her best friend, Rina Powers is left with nothing. However, she decided to make a stunning comeback in the entertainment industry. She'd avenge all those responsible for her past misfortunes, and the family she sacrificed her past glory for. Then, she'd take back all that naturally belonged to her on her way back to the top. Many thought, "An ostracized former A-list actress? What can she possibly do?" but no one knew she was now the wife to the god of the Entertainment industry, and she had his backing. "Do whatever you want, wife, I solely support you."
View MoreThe sterile white walls of the Medical Hospital seemed to close in on Rina as she sat in the cold, sterile room. The doctor's words echoed in her mind, a relentless refrain of despair. "I'm sorry, Ms. Powers, but you've lost the baby."
Her vision blurred as tears welled up, blinding her to the world around her. Rina had been so full of hope, she had been so certain that this pregnancy would be the new beginning she desperately needed in her marriage. She had clung to that hope, nurtured it with dreams of a family reunion, of a second chance at happiness. But now, all those dreams were shattered like fragile glass, leaving nothing but a painful ache in her chest. She clutched the edge of the hospital bed, her knuckles white, her heart heavy. "No," she sobbed, weakly denying the harsh reality. As she left the hospital, her steps were slow and heavy, as if the weight of the world was pressing down on her shoulders. The taxi ride home was a blur of city lights and rain-slicked streets. Rina stared out of the window, her mind lost in a sea of grief and regret. When the taxi pulled up to the familiar gates of her once-happy home, she hesitated before stepping out. This place, which had once been a sanctuary of love and warmth, now felt like a prison. She paid the driver, and as the car disappeared into the night, Rina took a deep breath and pushed open the gate. Inside, the house was silent, suffocatingly so. Rina's steps echoed through the empty hallways as she made her way to the living room. There, she found Finn, her husband, sitting on the couch with an air of expectancy. His face, once the epitome of charm and kindness, was now contorted with anger and resentment. He didn't even look at her as he held out a stack of papers. "Sign these, we're getting divorced!" Finn demanded, his voice cold and cutting. Two days ago, Rina had been caught in bed with another man at a hotel. But she had no idea about it. Finn had been out of the country on a business trip. when he had received an anonymous tip and had rushed straight back to the country. Rina never thought that Finn would leave her to be with another woman. He had lied about it being a business trip. Even more unimaginable was that her husband seemed to have found out something. He didn't get angry, didn't question her, and didn't give her any chance to explain. All he said was a cold and indifferent word - divorce! In that moment, she felt a chill all over her body, her blood almost freezing, looking at the man in front of her in disbelief. Was he really done with their marriage? "Finn, please, let's not do this… let's not break up…I can't do without you." "You cannot do without me, you say? Rina I'm not blind yet, you think I don't know that you're a whore? I saw the photos." "Photos," Rina stuttered…"what photos?" Finn threw a bunch of photos at her. Slowly, Rina picked them up, and her mouth fell open. W-what were these photos? Finn's perfectly sculpted face was as cutting as a knife, and his eyes as dark as a pit. He tossed a document at her, "that is the divorce agreement, sign it as soon as possible." Rina's trembling fingers reached for the papers on the floor and as she glanced down at them, her heart sank even further. Divorce papers. Her world was unraveling, thread by thread, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She looked up at Finn, her voice shaky. "Finn, please, can't we talk about this? I really don't understand what this is." He scoffed, a bitter and humorless laugh escaping his lips. "Talk? What's there to talk about, Rina? You're no longer of any use to me. I take care of literally everything in this house, and all you do is sit at home and cause me trouble. You're literally of no use to me, and just when I thought to continue managing you, you cheated." His words were like a dagger, stabbing through her heart, and she felt the sting of betrayal cut deep. He didn't trust her. He didn't believe in her innocence. How and when did they go from being so in love to this? She could vividly remember how. It all started two years ago. Although having left the movie industry, Rina was still very much respected and had her loyal fans and the love of netizens. Old actors gave her her flowers, and new ones came to her for advice. She was well revered and loved not just for her talent. She had given up her career to build a family, it was a decision only a few could make and many netizens acolladed her for it. She was an example to all. Then one day, she was invited to the unveiling of the biggest cinema in the city. The deluxe cinema. In the cause of the ceremony, she had gone to use the restroom, and had walked in on Edward Jones, an upcoming actor in the industry, in the hallway. Somehow, the lad had tried to get all cranky with her, but she had pushed him off, only for him to tear his shirt and start screaming for help. A lot of people gathered and somehow videos and pictures were taken. Edward Jones had accused her of rape, and all evidence had pointed at Rina. His torn shirt and a lipstick mark on the young man's collar that Rina didn't know how it came about. The videos had circulated on the internet and netizens had gone mad with rage, calling the young actor out as a liar. At first, no one had believed the video, but then other new male acts had come out to accuse Rina of the same thing. The internet had once again gone mad, but this time, their madness had been redirected to Rina. She had been dragged online, called different names and had lost her reputation. That was the first time Finn doubted her. Tears fell off Rina's eyes as she remembered this. She also remembered the days when she and Finn had first met, the whirlwind romance that had swept her off her feet. The love that had cost her to give everything all up. And now, this. Rina's eyes brimmed with tears as she tried to reason with him, to make him see the pain she was in. "Finn, I lost the baby, our baby. Can't you understand how much I've suffered?" She asked, hoping he'd understand. Thinking he'd see the trauma she was passing through and consider his decision. But Finn's gaze remained cold as ice and unyielding. He leaned forward, his tone dripping with disdain. "Suffered? You think you've suffered? Rina, you've become a burden to me. A has-been actress with no career and no future. All you do is create scandals for yourself on the internet. I won't be dragged down by your failures. And… who even knows if the miscarried fetus was mine!" He said coldly. He pointed to the divorce papers scattered everywhere across the room like a cruel mockery of their shattered dreams. Finn stood up, his tall frame casting a shadow over Rina, and without another word, he turned and left coldly, as if looking at her for another moment would make him sick. Rina panicked, her instinctive reaction faster than her brain. In the instant that Finn turned around, she grabbed his hand. With a pleading look in her eyes, "Finn, I really didn't…" Finn turned around and looked at the woman who grabbed his hand with disgust in his eyes. "Get out!" He shook his hand violently. "Don't touch me with your filthy hands!" "Bang!" With great force, Rina was thrown out, hitting her head hard on the edge of the coffee table, making a dull thud. Finn's disgusted look pierced Rina's heart, but she struggled to hold back her tears as she climbed up. The next second, she suddenly laughed, tears streaming down her face. "Finn Smith, four long years in marriage. Do you really see me as that kind of woman?" Finn sneered at her, his eyes full of contempt, making Rina feel like she was in an ice cave. "Are you not? Have you forgotten your scandal two years ago, how you tried to lure those young actors to bed? You are sick, Rina. A freak. You need help." He spat and left without looking back. Rina watched him go, her world crumbling around her. She could not help but wonder if the man that had just walked out on her was Finn, the same gentle and caring man she had fallen in love with five years ago. It was hard to believe that the man she'd loved, the man she'd given up everything for, had just discarded her like yesterday's news. She sank to her knees, tears streaming down her face, and for the first time in a long time, she allowed herself to cry. The room was filled with the echoes of her sobs, a symphony of pain and despair. Rina felt utterly alone, abandoned by the man she'd thought she would spend her life with. Rina's trembling hand hovered over the divorce papers, her heart torn between signing away the remnants of her shattered marriage and clinging to the hope of reconciliation. She sat there all night and into the morning, crying and thinking. She couldn't bring herself to put her name on that cold, unforgiving document, but the weight of reality bore down on her. In the midst of Rina's despair, suddenly, the sound of high heels clicking on the floor came from outside the door. A figure in red walked in.EpilogueFive Months Later"With all the evidence presented before me, I have every reason to believe that Mr. Nathan Graham is guilty of a three-count murder charge, blackmail, money laundering, threats, and drug dealing," the judge declared.The courtroom was thick with tension. Every breath, every movement was weighed down by anticipation. Nathan sat stone-faced, but his eyes burned with malice as he glared at Rina, promising vengeance even from behind bars."I hereby sentence Mr. Nathan Graham to life imprisonment with hard labor."Gasps echoed through the room. Nathan clenched his fists as the reality of his fate sank in. His gaze flickered to his parents, searching for even a shred of sympathy. There was none. Instead, their stony expressions confirmed what he had failed to realize before—his parents had been backing Rina all along. The betrayal hit him harder than the sentence itself."I don’t think—""Counsel, please remove your client. Any further disruptions will only worsen
Four Months LaterRina's routine had become predictable—home, hospital, repeat. She had no time for idle conversations or anything that didn’t offer practical solutions.In the midst of everything, she and Mrs Graham had developed an unspoken understanding, rotating their hospital visits so they could each get some rest. Despite their initial differences, the situation had bonded them.That evening, Rina glanced at the time on her phone. She should already be home preparing dinner. Cooking had become her form of therapy—a temporary escape from the overwhelming reality she faced. Besides, her pregnancy cravings were relentless, and hunger gnawed at her stomach every now and then.Her phone rang again, and she already knew who it was."Rina, I know you're about to start cooking up a storm," her mother-in-law's warm but concerned voice came through. "Why don't you take a break? Zayn wouldn't want you overexerting yourself."Rina smiled slightly, though fatigue weighed on her bones. She a
"Rina, I think you need to pick up the phone.”Rina barely acknowledged the George’s words, lazily reaching for her ringing phone at the edge of the bed. She sighed, half-expecting it to be Nathan again.“Yes?” she answered, her voice sharp with irritation.“This is the Central Hospital. Am I speaking with Miss Rina?” a formal yet urgent voice asked.Her brows furrowed. “Yes, this is Rina.”“Mr. Zayn Graham has been involved in an accident, and we require your immediate presence before proceeding with a blood transfusion and other treatments. Can you come?”The words hit her like a freight train.Rina’s breath caught in her throat. Zayn.Never had she imagined she’d find herself in this situation—standing on the precipice of something irreversible.“I’ll be there immediately,” she said, her voice shaking.She grabbed the first set of clothes she could find and rushed out of the house, her heart pounding with dread.She arrived at the hospital in record time, barely aware of how she go
Zayn watched as Rina packed her belongings with sharp, deliberate movements. Her scowl was the only warning he needed—she wasn’t in the mood to listen. He wanted to tell her the truth, to explain everything, but he knew it wouldn’t matter right now.Instead, he pulled out his phone and dialed Igor If she wanted to leave, he wasn’t going to stop her—not like this.“Take her home safely,” he instructed, his voice void of emotion.Rina clenched her fists. He wasn’t even going to fight for her. That hurt more than the betrayal itself.She had wasted her time on him. She should have known he was like every other man.A few hours later, she was back to her cottage sitting in silence. The worst part? He hadn’t even tried to defend himself. He had just… let her go. That made it worse—worse than the rumors, worse than Nathan’s revelations, worse than the pictures she had seen online.Nathan, at least, was there to fill in the blanks. He was the only one who seemed to care enough to tell her wh
The days following Kayla Reese’s exposure were nothing short of chaotic. News outlets, social media platforms, and tabloids were flooded with updates about her arrest and the Reese family’s collapse. #JusticeForRina and #KaylaReeseExposed trended for days, while old interviews, articles, and videos surfaced—showing how Rina had suffered for years because of Kayla’s actions. Netizens Demanded Justice In comment sections across social media, apologies to Rina Powers poured in. "I feel so ashamed. I was one of the people who dragged her. I'm so sorry, Rina." "I can’t believe we turned against her for so long. This woman went through HELL." "We owe Rina an apology. She deserves the world." But netizens weren’t just apologizing—they were also going after the young actors who had lied against Rina three years ago. "So now that Kayla is exposed, WHERE are the actors who lied about Rina?" "I hope those ‘up-and-coming’ actors are ready to face consequences." "We need those
Despite the man’s confession reversing his previous statement, a significant portion of Kayla’s fans and other netizens refused to believe him. The sudden shift in his stance made them skeptical.“How does a man go from accusing Rina to suddenly defending her in 24 hours?”o9“She probably paid him off. The timing is too suspicious.”“Rina has finally bought her way out of this. What’s new?”The hashtags #RinaIsAWitch, #RinaIsAManipulator, #RinaIsEvil, and #RinaIsAHeartlessFriend surged to the top of trending lists. The internet was once again divided, and Kayla’s camp felt victorious.“We’re back in control,” Damien smirked, taking a sip of his drink as he scrolled through the hate comments directed at Rina.Kayla, lounging on the sofa, smirked. “Of course, we are. People believe what they want to believe. And right now? They want to see Rina suffer.”Just as they were about to toast to their small victory, Damien’s phone buzzed with a notification. His smirk vanished instantly.Kayla
George stared at his phone for a moment, then sighed. He knew better than to question Zayn Graham’s methods. The man was always ten steps ahead of everyone else, and if he said he’d handle it, then the situation was about to take a dramatic turn.Sliding his phone back into his pocket, he turned to Rina. She was still staring at the screen, her face unreadable.“What was that about?” she asked, her voice calm but laced with suspicion.“Just a call I had to take,” George said smoothly, not daring to mention Zayn’s name. “Listen, Rina, I know things look bad right now, but we still have a shot at turning this around. We just need—”“We need proof,” Rina cut in, her gaze shifting to him, sharp and determined. “I don’t care about public opinion anymore. I want the truth out there. I want that man exposed, and I want Kayla to rot for what she’s done.”George hesitated. “Rina…”“No.” She stood, pushing back her chair. “I’ve played nice for too long. I let people walk all over me, let them d
As George stepped out of the room, Rina glanced at the clock. It was nearly time for her planned livestream. She’d decided earlier that morning to address her fans directly, to try and regain control of the narrative.She sat in front of her ring light and adjusted her camera, her heart racing. For someone used to the spotlight, this felt different. This wasn’t a red carpet or a press event—this was her, raw and vulnerable, speaking directly to the people who had the power to either support her or tear her down.After a deep breath, she hit the “Go Live” button. Within seconds, thousands of viewers flooded in, the chat scrolling rapidly with a mix of messages:“We’re with you, Rina!”“Is it true what they’re saying?”“Why didn’t you address this sooner?”“Hi, everyone,” she began, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. “I know there’s been a lot said about me in the past few days. I wanted to take a moment to speak to you directly, without any filters or edits.”Just as
The cold, sterile air of the detention center was a far cry from the lavish comforts Kayla Reese was used to. Yet, as she lounged on the narrow cot in her cell, her posture was anything but defeated. When the metallic clang of the door opening echoed through the room, she turned her head lazily to see her manager, Damien, stepping inside. His tailored suit seemed almost comical against the backdrop of concrete walls and dim lighting. “Finally,” Kayla drawled, swinging her legs off the cot and sitting upright. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me.” Damien gave her a curt nod, his expression tight. “I just got out of the press conference. The Reese Group did what they could to smooth things over.” Kayla’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “And?” Damien pulled out his tablet and tapped a few buttons. “Here, see for yourself.” He handed it to her, the video of the conference playing from the start. Kayla watched intently, her eyes narrowing as the legal representative danced a
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