AmberI was smiling at the camera in front of me while a look controlled the views of my live broadcast that only went up. Five minutes on live had already passed, and around ten thousand people were watching me; that number was already big, but I knew that more people were going to join it. They said it was refreshing to start at the bottom and gradually grow at work, but the fact that I was rich and had a standard appearance had definitely been a big driver in my reaching my beloved five million followers on social media. "Oh my Gosh! We are already more than ten thousand people here! More than ten thousand little hearts are watching me... You make me so happy,” I said to them with a friendly smile on my face. “I love you, Amber,” the comments said. “You’re so skinny.”“You are my favorite idol!”The red heart emojis only increased for me, demonstrating how much my audience loved me; they adored me and presented me with so much money, even though they knew I didn't even need the
AmberAs agreed, I went to the mall to meet my girl friends, a bunch of girls who led lives similar to the life I led. They were Trisha, Millie, and Haley, my three friends who participated in my life. They were all influencers too, but they all had smaller followers compared to me, although they all had more than a million followers. For example, Haley, a pretty redheaded girl with light eyes who created lifestyle digital content, had 3.5 million followers; Millie, the dark-haired girl with a pretty face who was a model, also had 2.9 million followers; and Trisha, a brunette girl beautiful and standard who worked on local television stations as an actress, had an impressive milestone of 4.5 million followers, but even she couldn't surpass me. I smiled at them after getting out of the car when I saw them waiting for me. They smiled back at me and waved, so I could join them, but I knew they were all fake motherfuckers who hated me more than anything; they hated me because success eas
AmberWhen I came down from the building where I lived, I saw that Kris was actually waiting for me downstairs in his car. It was a flashy, fire-orange sports car that simply cost a few million dollars. He opened the car door for me and waited for me while smiling. He was handsome, a young man with clear eyes and tanned skin, a muscular body, and good looks for the cameras. His face was symmetrical and heartbreaking. I also smiled at him as I approached him. He and I were the perfect standard celebrity couple. "Hey, my boo. You look stunning as always,” he said, pulling me in for a light kiss. "Did you like it? I got ready for you,” I told him, twirling on my own feet to show him my look—the charming and passionate smile always evident on my face. “You rocked it, I loved the dress and the color combination. It looks amazing on you,” he replied, touching me affectionately. “Thanks, babe. You're wonderful,” I said, getting into his car. In fact, it was all an act; a paparazzi was hi
AmberThe restaurant Kris took me to was a five-star restaurant on the top floor of a luxury hotel; those were the kinds of places we used to go to. He and I didn't say much until we arrived at the table we reserved in the VIP area of the restaurant. We sat down and ordered the menu. Moments later, he was sipping his wine, looking everywhere but at me. "When did this happen?" I asked him after a while; he had to explain to me properly what was happening. “She told me a few days ago that she was pregnant,” he replied with his head down. He knew that we would be in big trouble if this woman decided to reveal that to the media. I sighed, knowing that I was going to be stressed about that subject. “But how did you let this happen, Kris? Who in the 21st century gets pregnant without wanting to?” I was exasperated. Why did he insist on getting me in trouble? “Contrary to what you think, I took precautions, okay? I took all the necessary precautions, but the condom broke...” he confess
Nancy“So you and Jake don’t talk anymore?” Lanie wonders as she and I eat our breakfast. I hadn't seen Jake for a couple of days since the conversation I had with him in the restaurant that had a view of the imposing High Roller. He hasn't called me since that day. “I think he’s already decided what he wants for himself, and if he wants to get away from me, that's okay; I understand his position,” I replied, pouring myself a glass of orange juice. “And why do you think he decided to do that?” she asked, as if probing me. “It looks like he's fallen in love with me, Lanie,” I told her, wiping my mouth with the tablecloth. Her eyes lit up with that information. “Wow! Then it finally happened! So since when is that a reason to keep him out of your life? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?” she asked, looking excited by this revelation. “Don’t be so reckless, Lanie; You know I have the thing with Bruce to sort out." I sighed with my thoughts downcast. “You know he's never going to
NancyMoments later, he and I were lying in bed with only the blankets covering our bodies; our bodies lazily intertwined with each other as we talked and smiled passionately at each other. “Why is your hand so big, Jake?” I asked him with our palms touching each other; His hand was twice as big as mine, making me look very small. “It is because you’re little,” he replied, tickling my nose while giggling mischievously. I grimaced, wrinkling my nose at the tickle, and laughed. "Stop it; I’m not that small,” I told him, my lips ending up forming a sly pout. “For me, you are smallie, my little doll,” he replied, kissing my lips tenderly, making my heart almost explode with happiness. It was just so good to be with him like this while everything seemed peaceful; he was able to bring so much tranquility and peace into my life that it was almost impossible to describe. “You must really be very in love with me to trade your vacation to be with me,” I teased him. “I think the cupid of l
Nancy I went to open the door completely innocent of who I was going to see there, I wouldn't have thought in a million years that it would be Bruce standing there in front of the door. And he was looking me up and down like I was a cheap whore for only wearing a t-shirt and nothing else with my legs exposed. “Nancy?” He found it strange, and there was repulsion in his eyes. "What are you doing here?" I asked in a rapid voice. What did he think he was doing coming after me? “What do you mean, what am I doing here? I came to get you, right? Go get your things; the helicopter is still on,” he ordered, entering the house. But I stood in front of him, preventing him from entering. “If you want to enter by force, I’ll call the police,” I warned with my furious eyes. “Are you crazy, woman? Get out of my way!" he sent. “This isn't your home, Bruce Morton. So if you don't want to go to jail for trespassing, it's better not to go in without permission,” I insisted, standing firmly in his way
Nancy Bruce Morton couldn't predict what was going to happen next. Jake pumped his fist and punched Bruce in the face so hard that my ex-husband lost his balance and skidded to the ground with his hands covering his bruised and dazed face, blood spreading across his face. “I warned you that if you cursed her again, I would beat you up, you piece of shit,” said Jake, still tense. “Oh, my God, Jake,” I stammered in fear, holding him by his arm. “Don’t do that; this man is very dangerous; he could harm you,” I said to him with watery eyes. I knew from the moment I saw Bruce there at the door of Lanie's apartment when I went to open the door that Jake was going to hit him as soon as he saw him. After all, he had seen my entire journey so far; he had seen how weakened I was because of this man. It was clear he hated Bruce for having made me suffer so much, and of course, he would try to protect me at all costs even though he now knew the tremendous threat that Bruce represented due to the