I meticulously cultivated my Princess Sissy Roses, only to have a popular B-list celebrity tear them all up for her reality show. Her tone was sickeningly innocent. "These flowers are so pretty, they should be made into crowns. Their owner really doesn't know how to use them." "Let me help them fulfill their true purpose." In the variety show, she flashed a bright smile, showing off her new flower crown to her fans. Afterward, she refused to apologize and even led her fans in cyberbullying me. Looking at my chaotic, trampled garden, I smiled too. "This garden is insured for $15 million." "According to the contract, you owe me $150 million!" Chapter 1 I was woken up by the blaring alarm of my security cameras. I threw on a robe and groggily walked outside. My cottage is secluded. I rarely get visitors, and with a locked gate, who would be trespassing at the crack of dawn? The yard was swarming with people. At least a dozen strangers had surrounded my little sanctuary. My front gate, which I had beautifully woven with flowering vines, had been ripped open. Vines were torn and discarded on the ground. The wooden gate hung crookedly off its hinges. My meticulously arranged flower beds had been trampled, a muddy path stomped right through the middle. Burly cameramen were pointing their lenses at a girl standing in the center of my ruined garden. She was undeniably pretty, basking in the spotlight. She casually plucked a few more blooms, weaving a flower crown. "Babies, look at this crown! Doesn't it suit me perfectly?" "It's a shame there's only one type of flower. If there were others to mix in, it would be even prettier." She smiled brightly, dimples showing. I recognized her. It was Bella Rose, the current "It Girl" of reality TV. I was actually watching her latest drama. Online, she had a reputation for being gentle, kind, and down-to-earth. A real-life fairy. I used to like her. I never expected my first real-life encounter with her to look like this. Looking at the crown on her head and my devastated garden, my anger flared. "Who are you people? Who gave you permission to come in here?" The production crew seemed surprised someone actually lived here. The director stepped forward, explaining, "We're with the production team. Just shooting a quick segment." "Can't you see this is private property? You broke my gate to get in!" Bella took off her flower crown. "It's just some flowers. Here, take them back." She held the crown out to me. I didn't move. Seeing my refusal, Bella threw the crown on the ground in a huff. She looked me up and down with disdain. "Here's five hundred bucks. That should cover what a country bumpkin's flowers are worth." Her assistant pulled out five hundred dollars and threw it at my feet. "Take the money and leave. Don't disturb Bella's shoot." The crew moved to shoo me away, assistants forming a wall with blockers. Country bumpkin? I almost laughed. Sure, I ran out in my pajamas with bedhead, but I am far from a "country bumpkin." Trespassing, vandalism, and now trying to pay me off like I'm a beggar? The audacity is truly breathtaking. Chapter 2 Honestly, I just wanted a sincere apology. If they had been decent, I might have let it slide. But with this attitude? The gloves are off. "What show is this?" The director, thinking I was backing down, softened his tone. "Miss, we're filming Country Bliss. We saw how beautiful this cottage was and just wanted to capture some shots." I sneered. "Just wanted to capture some shots? So that gives you the right to break and enter?" The director looked around, realizing they were in the wrong. "Look, how much compensation do you think is appropriate?" I chuckled. "How much? I'm afraid you can't afford it." These weren't just any roses. They were the world-renowned Juliet Roses, often called the "£3 million rose." Juliet Roses are notoriously difficult to grow. I spent a fortune and countless hours cultivating them. And, I insured the garden for $15 million. Bella, resting on the sidelines, cut in impatiently. "Director, why waste breath on a villager? She just thinks five hundred isn't enough. Give her two grand and be done with it." I walked up to Bella and slapped her across the face. "Villager? Aren't your ancestors from the countryside too?" My move was so sudden, even her assistant didn't react in time. Five red fingerprints bloomed on her cheek. Bella clutched her face, tears springing to her eyes. "You dare hit me?! I'll kill you!" She lunged at me. I side-stepped. Momentum carried her forward, and she face-planted into the dirt. Her assistants finally snapped out of it and rushed to help her up. "What are you standing there for?! Beat her up!" Bella, hands on hips, screeched at her staff like a banshee. "Useless idiots! Get her!" I shook my head. This shrew behavior... where did the "human fairy" go? The assistants charged. I didn't flinch. Taekwondo and kickboxing lessons weren't for show. A few goons? Please. "Stop!" The director suddenly shouted, halting the assistants. He whispered something in Bella's ear. The crew started packing up to leave. Before going, Bella glared at me venomously. "You bitch, just you wait!" I glared back. We'll see who's waiting. 3 That afternoon, while I was sipping coffee, my assistant called. "Boss, you're trending!" "Send it over." My assistant, Leo, sent a link. It was a video posted by the show's official account. Heavily edited. It only showed me storming out, the director explaining politely, Bella offering the crown, her assistant offering money, and finally, me refusing the cash and slapping Bella. The video ended with a freeze-frame of Bella clutching her face, a single tear rolling down. Twenty minutes in, it was the #1 trending topic. Hundreds of thousands of comments. [Who is this Karen? How dare she hit our Bella! Dox her!] [Look at that handprint. My heart is breaking for Bella.] [Bella is so pitiful. Why didn't the staff stop her?] [Useless crew! Protect our queen!] [Hit her back! Beat her ass!] [Someone find her address. I'm going to teach this bitch a lesson for Bella!] [Wait, isn't the crew in the wrong here? That's private property.] [Yeah, the yard looks trashed. The owner probably got mad because they wrecked her stuff.] [Bella's comment was kinda passive-aggressive though...] [To the person above, our Bella using those country flowers is doing them a favor!] [Off topic, but the crazy lady is actually kinda hot even with messy hair.] [...] There were a few sensible comments, but they were quickly drowned out by the fan mob. Bella posted a selfie on Weibo: [Thanks for the concern, babies. I'm okay.] The photo showed a faint red mark on her face. The comments were a flood of sympathy for her and vitriol for me. I closed the app. Edited videos are boring. The raw footage is where the fun is. The crew didn't know my cottage is rigged with hidden cameras. Their little break-in was recorded in 4K. 4 That night, I uploaded the unedited footage. I had Leo put $15,000 into promoting it to ensure it hit the prime-time feed. Marketing accounts picked it up instantly. By the time Bella's PR team realized what was happening, it was too late. The comments section did a 180. [Plot twist! Bella is actually like this in private? Unfollowing.] [The production team is trash. Breaking and entering and acting like they own the place?] [They ruined such a beautiful garden. I'd be pissed too.] [Team Crazy Lady. The crew and Bella are shameless.] [That slap was satisfying. Queen behavior.] [But there was no "No Trespassing" sign. They probably didn't know.] [Exactly. Using the location is free publicity. She should be paying Bella for the exposure!] [Bella even gave her $500. That's more than enough for some wild flowers. She's just greedy.] I scoffed at the comments. Publicity? Exposure? The dog really does take after its master. Shameless. Suddenly, shouting erupted outside. "Bitch! Come out!" "Come out here! How dare you set me up and post that video!" I walked to the gate. Three people stood there: Bella, the assistant who threw money at me, and a man I assumed was her manager. Bella was kicking my gate. Seeing me, she screamed, "You cheap bitch!" "Miss Rose, there are cameras here too. Want another viral video?" "You..." Bella glared but stopped kicking. "Miss, Bella was impulsive today. Can we come in and talk?" The manager asked. "No need. Say it here." "We want to discuss compensation and deleting the video." The manager slid a contract through the gate. "Take a look." I flipped through it. They offered $15,000. In exchange, I delete the video and issue a statement saying I'm not the owner, just a friend watching the house, and that the owner had actually given permission. "This $15,000 is for your trouble. If you're not satisfied, we can offer you a job on the crew," the manager said, holding out a stack of cash. "I can delete the video, but I won't lie. And Bella needs to apologize to me." I tapped the cash against my palm. "Why should I apologize to you?!" Bella shrieked. "So you're not sorry? Then no deal." I threw the cash back at Bella. The bills fluttered around her furious face. "Bye." "Bella, apologize!" The manager barked. "Wait. I don't want an apology anymore. We're done here." I cut her off. "Don't be ungrateful! Do you know who my backer is? My boyfriend is the heir to the Lin Group!" "Lin Chen?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Thinking I was scared, Bella smirked. "Yeah. Scared now? Kneel and apologize, then delete the video, or I'll make sure you never work in this town again!" "I'm shaking. Let's see who ends up jobless." I turned and walked back inside, ignoring her screaming. Lin Chen's girlfriend? She probably doesn't know Lin Chen is my...
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