Falling For The Most Hated Hollywood Girl

Chapter 7

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purple. Alicia walked alone to the end of the pier, a soli

own as The Warden of the Tides. Direct telepathy was too risky; it would be flagged by

cket for the gi

d out below her, a glittering carpet of lights. At the very to

r cables running beneath the pier, feeling the thrum of electricity. She followed the current to the central control grid and, w

, every light in Pa

game stalls-all plunged into darkness. A

omly. They flashed in a specific, rhythmic sequence. Long,

n station. Initiate mortal observ

ts returned to their normal, chaotic twinkling. T

s wheel back down and

binoculars. He was Julian Adler, Special Agent with the FBI, and the Warden's chos

herself,

hone and sent a single text: Code A

Ruiz family tried to bribe a city official, an FBI agent would "coincidentally" be in

level access to a world t

Elliot. His voice was e

the official cast announcement!

e," sh

crashed! The servers couldn't handle the hate-traffic. But the show's

ctly as she

. "We leave for Catalina Island tomorrow

war," Alicia rep

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“I was the adopted daughter of the wealthy Ruiz family, but the moment their true heir appeared, I was thrown away like trash. Not long after being kicked out, my adoptive father and uncle hired a hitman to stage a fatal car crash on Mulholland Drive. Pinned under an overturned Porsche with a shattered leg, I watched the hitman point a suppressed pistol between my eyes. "The Ruiz family sends their regards." Before this, my reputation had already been completely destroyed by a director, a pop idol, and a reality TV star, leaving me blacklisted and universally hated. My adoptive family didn't just want me ruined; they wanted me permanently silenced to tie up loose ends. The hitman pulled the trigger, and the original Alicia died in despair, tasting only rain and blood. Until her last breath, she didn't understand. Why did the family she loved treat her like a disposable object? Why did those three men maliciously frame her and turn the world against her? Opening my eyes again, the fear was gone, replaced by an ancient, cosmic indifference. I, the Arbiter, had taken over this deceased vessel. Moving faster than the human eye, I crushed the hitman's steel gun with my bare hand and turned his soul into dust. Looking at the memories of those who wronged this girl, I signed a contract for the very reality show they were starring in. Since I borrowed this body, taking out the trash is a required courtesy.”