“Who the hell do you think you are, cozying up to some rich woman for favors? Vera Mason, I never thought you had it in you. Was that pathetic little act of playing weak and helpless your way of getting ahead?” The moment Ruby saw my mother stepping down the staircase, she moved fast. She grabbed my hand and slapped herself hard across the face. Then, with tears streaming, she ran toward my mother, wailing loudly. “Mrs. Ford, please help me! Vera didn’t just plagiarize my work. Now she’s threatening me and even hit me! Please, you have to stand up for me!” *Ruby’s ear-piercing cries echoed through the entire lobby. Her hair was a mess, her face pale, and her sobs were so convincing that anyone watching would feel the urge to protect her. But before she could even reach my mother, the bodyguards stepped in, blocking her path without hesitation. Thrown off balance, Ruby lost her footing and crashed to the floor. Yet, even sprawled on the ground, she was not read
The moment Ruby’s post went live, it exploded across social media and shot to the top of the trending charts. With the truth finally exposed, the internet erupted—not only with outrage but also with deep regret. “We were the ones who drove away a writer who truly cared about her craft.” The hashtags #ApologizeToVeraMason and #PleaseComeBackVera began climbing the ranks. Comment sections filled with messages from my old readers, their words overflowing with memories and remorse.“Vera was incredible. She updated three chapters a day, no matter what.” “I was in elementary school when I started reading her books. Now, I’m about to graduate high school.” “I read every single one of her novels. I never believed those plagiarism rumors for a second.” “It hurts so much. Ever since she stopped writing, no one has filled that void. My comfort and escape disappeared.” “Vera, please come back. I have been saving my coins just for you.” The CEO, eager to secure my mothe
“Miss Mason, you keep claiming you have evidence to prove you didn’t plagiarize. So, where is it?” “As someone who used to admire your work, I truly don’t want to believe you’d do something like this. But… were your past novels really your own creation?” Countless microphones were pointed at me. For a moment, I was stunned, my heart pounding violently in my chest. I was reborn—back to this very day, the day I held a press conference to clear my name. In my past life, my boyfriend’s “first love” stole my novel—a story inspired by my own secret crush. On the day it was released, her book shot to the top of the site’s bestseller charts, becoming a breakout hit in the teen romance genre. After major influencers and marketing accounts shared it, countless readers flooded the internet, calling it a heart-wrenching masterpiece that brought them to tears. I had planned to prove my innocence with my original manuscript drafts. But on the day of the press conference, some
The rapid clicks of camera shutters exploded around her.My former star editor rushed over, grabbing her arm to pull her up.“Ruby, what are you doing? Why would you get on your knees for a plagiarist?“She did this to herself. You just signed a major contract with the company—don’t forget, you’ve got future projects to deliver.”I had no interest in sticking around to be their punching bag, so I turned and walked out.To avoid the swarm of reporters, I slipped through a side exit and caught a cab back to my apartment.On the way home, my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing with social media notifications.I opened the app, only to find that four of the top ten trending topics were about me: #VeraMasonPlagiarism #VeraMasonRubyQuinn #RubyQuinnForcedToKneel #RubyQuinnGhostwriterScandal Vicious marketing accounts had twisted the truth, denying my authorship of every work I had ever created. They claimed I stole Ruby Quinn’s ideas and even blackmailed her into being my ghostwr
Carter’s expression didn’t waver. He spoke with smug confidence. “You’re just a broke nobody with no family to back you up. But Ruby? She’s been a star since high school. Everyone adores her, and I’ll make sure she gets everything she wants. “Didn’t you know? Her parents are both teachers. They’re good, respectable people. She’s better than you in every way, by a mile.” The man I had dated since college—the one I once loved—was now using the cruelest words to tear me down. He only knew that I came from a single-parent household and had moved out after a falling-out with my mom.But what he didn’t know was that my mother was the head of the Merika region for a multinational corporation.And when my father passed away, he left us an inheritance worth nine figures.The truth was, if I hadn’t chosen to stay here to escape inheriting the family business, I would have been someone Carter could never reach in his entire lifetime. Seeing my silence, Carter thought his words h
When I lay in my mother’s arms, she gently rubbed my back, her chin resting softly on my forehead. The car was stocked with an array of gourmet dishes and my favorite drinks from the past—things she had started preparing the moment she got my call, afraid I would be hungry. I hugged her tightly. “Don’t worry, Mom,” I said with a smile. “There’s no need for all this trouble.“Soon enough,” I added, my voice cold with certainty, “the real plagiarist will get exactly what they deserve.” *Moving back into our family’s mansion felt amazing. No more dragging myself out of bed to shop for groceries or cook three meals a day. No more scrubbing laundry. My bank account, packed with zeros, was a bottomless well of wealth. I could spend endlessly without a single worry about rent or bills. My mom even set up a private study just for me—complete with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a top-of-the-line computer, and everything I’d need to pursue whatever I wanted.Every morning
During those few minutes of silence, it felt like an entire century had passed. Lily pushed her coffee cup aside and leaned forward, her voice smooth but sharp-edged. “Your pen name is gone, your readers scattered. And let’s not forget—the only reason you ever made it big was because the site invested heavily in promoting you.” Her eyes glinted as she made her offer. “One hundred thousand. Enough to swap that designer knockoff you’re wearing for the real deal and still have plenty left to fund whatever little project you’re working on.” Her condescending tone made my blood boil. Who did she think I was—some cheap sellout?And what exactly did she think I was doing here in Haven State?I forced a cold smile and squeezed my reply through clenched teeth. “Deal.” Lily’s eyes lit up with excitement. “No problem,” I added. “I’ve already outlined the entire plot. Just give me three days, and I’ll have the remaining 100,000 words ready for you.” Lily shot up fro
“My favorite times were during recess and lunch because I could get close to him without making it obvious.“I even bought a premium membership just to secretly check out his profile. But whenever I saw him, I couldn’t even lift my head. I’d just put on a cold, indifferent front. Haha, I bet he still has no clue I ever liked him.”Ruby spoke with a shy, wistful smile—the picture of a girl reminiscing about her schooldays and a long-held crush.Her gaze dipped slightly, as if she were reliving the bittersweet ache of unspoken feelings.Finally, the most anticipated moment arrived.The big screen lit up, revealing the final chapters of Ruby’s highly awaited book.The ending that everyone had been dying to read was finally here.The audience buzzed with excitement, quickly pulling out their phones to buy virtual gifts and send tips to show their support.Gasps filled the room as readers scrolled through the final pages. Many were moved to tears, agreeing that the latter chapters w
The moment Ruby’s post went live, it exploded across social media and shot to the top of the trending charts. With the truth finally exposed, the internet erupted—not only with outrage but also with deep regret. “We were the ones who drove away a writer who truly cared about her craft.” The hashtags #ApologizeToVeraMason and #PleaseComeBackVera began climbing the ranks. Comment sections filled with messages from my old readers, their words overflowing with memories and remorse.“Vera was incredible. She updated three chapters a day, no matter what.” “I was in elementary school when I started reading her books. Now, I’m about to graduate high school.” “I read every single one of her novels. I never believed those plagiarism rumors for a second.” “It hurts so much. Ever since she stopped writing, no one has filled that void. My comfort and escape disappeared.” “Vera, please come back. I have been saving my coins just for you.” The CEO, eager to secure my mothe
“Who the hell do you think you are, cozying up to some rich woman for favors? Vera Mason, I never thought you had it in you. Was that pathetic little act of playing weak and helpless your way of getting ahead?” The moment Ruby saw my mother stepping down the staircase, she moved fast. She grabbed my hand and slapped herself hard across the face. Then, with tears streaming, she ran toward my mother, wailing loudly. “Mrs. Ford, please help me! Vera didn’t just plagiarize my work. Now she’s threatening me and even hit me! Please, you have to stand up for me!” *Ruby’s ear-piercing cries echoed through the entire lobby. Her hair was a mess, her face pale, and her sobs were so convincing that anyone watching would feel the urge to protect her. But before she could even reach my mother, the bodyguards stepped in, blocking her path without hesitation. Thrown off balance, Ruby lost her footing and crashed to the floor. Yet, even sprawled on the ground, she was not read
“Take your filthy hands off me. What, do you own this place? Are you the only one allowed in?” I exclaimed.Ruby dropped all pretense, her mask completely torn away. She glared at me with pure hatred. “Vera Mason, do you even know where you’re standing? This hotel charges $2,000 per head. Do you really think you belong here?” Her eyes burned with contempt as she spat venom at me. “You’re nothing but someone doomed to live in a rented apartment for life. Your boyfriend doesn’t even love you. People like you will never deserve anything good in this world.” She hurled her insults with everything she had, fully convinced her words would hurt me. But I only responded with a soft, casual remark. “Funny. Yet here I am, standing here as an invited guest. You, on the other hand, who brought you here? Surely you are not crashing someone else’s dinner, are you?” “You—" Her face contorted, and her chest heaved with suppressed anger. She struggled to regain her composure, bu
Carter roared at me, his fury blazing like a man ready to fight to the death for his woman.Just as Carter was about to shove past me, his shoulder brushing mine, I spoke casually, but my words were sharp as a blade.“Carter, did you really think I was with you because I liked you?”His steps halted.His body stiffened, and he spun around to face me.“You already know,” I said coolly, “the person I liked left the country right after graduation. So, why did I accept your confession?” I paused, letting the silence sting before my lips curled into a smirk.“First, to patch up a broken heart. And second—”I raised my finger and tapped the tiny mole on his nose.“This. You have a little mole… just like him.“But here’s the thing…” My voice dropped, cold and cutting.“A knockoff will never measure up to the real thing.”*Ruby’s stunt at the fan event turned into a complete disaster.The platform had hoped to use the event to boost her personal brand and cash in on the traffic.
“My favorite times were during recess and lunch because I could get close to him without making it obvious.“I even bought a premium membership just to secretly check out his profile. But whenever I saw him, I couldn’t even lift my head. I’d just put on a cold, indifferent front. Haha, I bet he still has no clue I ever liked him.”Ruby spoke with a shy, wistful smile—the picture of a girl reminiscing about her schooldays and a long-held crush.Her gaze dipped slightly, as if she were reliving the bittersweet ache of unspoken feelings.Finally, the most anticipated moment arrived.The big screen lit up, revealing the final chapters of Ruby’s highly awaited book.The ending that everyone had been dying to read was finally here.The audience buzzed with excitement, quickly pulling out their phones to buy virtual gifts and send tips to show their support.Gasps filled the room as readers scrolled through the final pages. Many were moved to tears, agreeing that the latter chapters w
During those few minutes of silence, it felt like an entire century had passed. Lily pushed her coffee cup aside and leaned forward, her voice smooth but sharp-edged. “Your pen name is gone, your readers scattered. And let’s not forget—the only reason you ever made it big was because the site invested heavily in promoting you.” Her eyes glinted as she made her offer. “One hundred thousand. Enough to swap that designer knockoff you’re wearing for the real deal and still have plenty left to fund whatever little project you’re working on.” Her condescending tone made my blood boil. Who did she think I was—some cheap sellout?And what exactly did she think I was doing here in Haven State?I forced a cold smile and squeezed my reply through clenched teeth. “Deal.” Lily’s eyes lit up with excitement. “No problem,” I added. “I’ve already outlined the entire plot. Just give me three days, and I’ll have the remaining 100,000 words ready for you.” Lily shot up fro
When I lay in my mother’s arms, she gently rubbed my back, her chin resting softly on my forehead. The car was stocked with an array of gourmet dishes and my favorite drinks from the past—things she had started preparing the moment she got my call, afraid I would be hungry. I hugged her tightly. “Don’t worry, Mom,” I said with a smile. “There’s no need for all this trouble.“Soon enough,” I added, my voice cold with certainty, “the real plagiarist will get exactly what they deserve.” *Moving back into our family’s mansion felt amazing. No more dragging myself out of bed to shop for groceries or cook three meals a day. No more scrubbing laundry. My bank account, packed with zeros, was a bottomless well of wealth. I could spend endlessly without a single worry about rent or bills. My mom even set up a private study just for me—complete with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a top-of-the-line computer, and everything I’d need to pursue whatever I wanted.Every morning
Carter’s expression didn’t waver. He spoke with smug confidence. “You’re just a broke nobody with no family to back you up. But Ruby? She’s been a star since high school. Everyone adores her, and I’ll make sure she gets everything she wants. “Didn’t you know? Her parents are both teachers. They’re good, respectable people. She’s better than you in every way, by a mile.” The man I had dated since college—the one I once loved—was now using the cruelest words to tear me down. He only knew that I came from a single-parent household and had moved out after a falling-out with my mom.But what he didn’t know was that my mother was the head of the Merika region for a multinational corporation.And when my father passed away, he left us an inheritance worth nine figures.The truth was, if I hadn’t chosen to stay here to escape inheriting the family business, I would have been someone Carter could never reach in his entire lifetime. Seeing my silence, Carter thought his words h
The rapid clicks of camera shutters exploded around her.My former star editor rushed over, grabbing her arm to pull her up.“Ruby, what are you doing? Why would you get on your knees for a plagiarist?“She did this to herself. You just signed a major contract with the company—don’t forget, you’ve got future projects to deliver.”I had no interest in sticking around to be their punching bag, so I turned and walked out.To avoid the swarm of reporters, I slipped through a side exit and caught a cab back to my apartment.On the way home, my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing with social media notifications.I opened the app, only to find that four of the top ten trending topics were about me: #VeraMasonPlagiarism #VeraMasonRubyQuinn #RubyQuinnForcedToKneel #RubyQuinnGhostwriterScandal Vicious marketing accounts had twisted the truth, denying my authorship of every work I had ever created. They claimed I stole Ruby Quinn’s ideas and even blackmailed her into being my ghostwr