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Chapter 6

Word Count: 753 | Released on: Today at 18:10

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out invisible wrinkles, preparing her best,

tudio lights above the

hum. A loud popping sound echoed from the ceiling panel

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ollowed as she dropped her wate

her hands flailing until she clutched the edge of

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rowing as her pupils expanded, trying to a

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ery-operated megaphone from the con

ntegrity of the challenge, we have remotely sealed the room! Don't try the doors! This is an

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tantly that the director was just trying to manufacture c

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beam cut through the

, tear-stained faces of the cast members

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light off, plunging the ro

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udio layout from when she first walked i

ll. Her rubber-soled combat boots were co

fortlessly, her spatial awareness keeping her far awa

She ran her bare hands alon

edge. She felt around until she found the

knob and pulle

x. Sloane ran her fingers over the rows of switches

d the production team had only flipped the local r

ain toggle, preparing to flip the li

, she heard heavy footsteps

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closet, leaving the metal door sligh

lounge, pressing her back against the wall, waiting pat

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Priorities Romance

“Sloane woke up in a sterile penthouse, her head throbbing with pathetic, desperate memories that didn't belong to her. She had transmigrated into a trashy romance novel as the ultimate villainess, a woman who completely destroyed her own life chasing a man who despised her. Tech CEO Axel Price stood directly over her, slamming a thick stack of paparazzi photos onto the glass coffee table. "I want a public apology drafted by tomorrow morning, or I will make sure you never work in this town again," he demanded, his voice dripping with absolute disgust. The original host had starved herself for months and wept in the damp bushes outside his headquarters, becoming a massive public joke just for a scrap of his attention. Axel's rabid fanbase was already flooding Sloane's phone with thousands of vicious hate messages, trending hashtags calling her a psycho stalker. Her own talent agency ignored her calls, leaving her completely isolated and universally hated in the entertainment industry. The original host had literally died of a broken heart over this arrogant jerk, leaving Sloane trapped in the miserable wreckage of her reputation. Why should she cower and apologize to a fragile-egoed billionaire who openly treated women like cheap, disposable accessories? A dark, slow smirk crawled onto Sloane's face as she accepted the villainess identity instantly. She pushed herself off the velvet sofa, executed a brutal sweep kick that cracked against Axel's ankle, and physically hurled him out her front door. It was time to show them what a real villainess looked like.”