I'm the C-list model the entire internet loves to hate, yet somehow, I’m the one who officially bagged the A-list Movie Star. Right now, the production crew has installed hidden cameras all over our house for a livestream. The catch? I have absolutely no idea. On the screen, Liam Sterling walks up to me, looking cold and annoyed. "Are you reading that novel again?" The chat room goes wild with hate comments. "Chloe Hart is always staging these fake lovey-dovey moments. Finally, her true colors are showing." "Liam looks so done with her." Liam's parents and his younger sister are glued to their phones, watching the stream. "If Chloe is really as trashy as the tabloids say," his mother mutters, "we have to make them break up, by any means necessary." But in the living room, unaware of the millions watching, I don't act like the doting girlfriend everyone expects. I shove the Hollywood heartthrob away impatiently. "Move. You're blocking my light." Liam stumbles back a step. Instead of getting mad, he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a pathetic, puppy-dog whine. "Is my Chlo-Chlo sick of me already?" ... 1 The day I went public with Liam Sterling, the internet tried to bury me alive. I trended on Twitter for three days straight—and not in a good way. "What is happening? I've been shipping Liam and Tessa for years! How is this real?" "Chloe Hart has no shame. She knows Liam and Tessa Lane are childhood sweethearts, yet she still wedged herself in there!" My boyfriend, Liam, is the youngest actor to ever win Best Actor at the Oscars. Tessa Lane is America’s Sweetheart, the top pop star and actress. They grew up together. They filmed together. Liam, usually a recluse, even went on variety shows just for her. They were the Nation's Power Couple. Until I, the "manipulative gold-digger," ruined everything. On the day of our announcement, Tessa was interviewed on set. With a brave smile, she said, "Liam and Chloe are... well, I'm sure they're happy." Then she turned around, and a single, perfect tear rolled down her cheek. The paparazzi caught it in 4K. The internet exploded. They claimed I used dirty tactics to trap him. They said his family hated me. To be fair, they weren't entirely wrong. Liam's parents are old-money business tycoons. They’ve always been cold to me. His sister, Lily, is a high schooler who refuses to say my name, referring to me only as "that Instagram model." There’s even a Twitter account called "Did Liam Dump Chloe Today?" that tracks my every move. But honestly? I didn't care. Liam and I were solid. He was killing it in Hollywood. I had my own modeling gigs—my "villain" reputation actually got me more bookings. I had a hot guy in my bed and money in the bank. Why would I care what strangers thought? I just stayed offline. I just didn't expect them to hate me this much. Apparently, Liam's agent booked him for a "Day in the Life" livestream to promote his new movie. Liam agreed. He just forgot to tell me. So, while I was lounging on the sofa in an oversized, ratty T-shirt, the cameras started rolling. 2 "That model doesn't know about the livestream... what if she says something stupid and ruins Liam's career?" Lily Sterling stared anxiously at her phone screen. Liam had just come back from a long shoot. He waved briefly at the camera, then ignored it. The chat, however, was on fire. "I can't believe we get to see inside Liam's house!" "Do you think Chloe will show up?" "God, I hope not. My eyes can't handle the trash." "Don't worry, guys. This stream will expose her. We’ll finally see what a nightmare she is!" Liam’s parents were watching, too. "If she really is as awful as the rumors say," his dad grumbled, "we need to intervene." They didn't know me well. They respected Liam's choices, but the rumors were getting to them. "This is a good opportunity," his mom added. "We'll see the truth." Totally oblivious, I walked through the front door, kicked off my heels, showered, and flopped onto the sofa in my bathrobe to read. Liam walked out of the bedroom, poured a glass of water, and stood over me. I knew he was there, but the plot twist in my book was getting spicy, so I ignored him. When I didn't acknowledge him, he reached out and flicked my bangs. "Are you reading that novel again?" The comments section flooded the screen so fast you couldn't see the video. "If I were Liam, working hard all day, I'd be pissed if my girlfriend ignored me." "Does she not know who pays the bills? Show some respect to the sugar daddy." "Her free ride is over. Just watch, he's going to dump her live." Everyone expected me to apologize or grovel. After all, I was the "lucky" one, right? Without looking up, I shoved him. "Move. You're blocking my light." Liam frowned. His bottom lip jutted out slightly. "Is my Chlo-Chlo sick of me already?" ... The chat room went dead silent. Lily felt dizzy. She rubbed her eyes. What the hell? Did I just see my stoic, ice-cold brother... pout? Gross. 3 I sensed the dip in his mood immediately. I looked up. His face was inches from mine. I could see myself in his amber eyes. I tried to push his chest, but he was like a brick wall. And he was running hot. I knew the signs. Liam was having one of his "episodes." Since we started dating, he couldn't handle being ignored. If I zoned out, he would do this—stare at me like a statue until I paid attention. He puts on a good show for the public. The perfect gentleman. The unshakeable star. But it’s all a mask. Underneath, he’s a needy, clingy mess. It was annoying, but easy to fix. A kiss. A hug. That's all it took to reset him to "Cool Movie Star" mode. I sighed, put down the book, wrapped my arms around his arm, and rested my head on his shoulder. "How could I ever be sick of my handsome hubby?" Liam's ears turned pink. He pushed me away gently and turned his head, refusing to look at me. The chat was confused. "Um... what is wrong with Liam?" "Is he... throwing a tantrum?" "This has to be scripted. Remember when Tessa tried to hug him and he dodged her? He hates clingy people." "Poor Liam, acting is hard work." "Okay, but why is his face so red?" 4 The internet was convinced this was some meta-acting performance. Lily wasn't so sure. She knew her brother. He had boundaries. He wouldn't degrade himself like this for traffic. And honestly, she couldn't believe he agreed to the livestream in the first place. "Is that a body double?" Liam's dad asked, bewildered. Liam had always been mature beyond his years. Seeing him blush and flirt was breaking their brains. "I can't watch this," a commenter wrote. "It makes me sick seeing a homewrecker this happy." "Justice for Tessa! Chloe isn't fit to tie her shoes!" 5 Liam was still being awkward. I knew he’d get over it, so I went back to my book. But he wouldn't let me be. He tugged my sleeve. He poked my cheek. I swatted his hand away. He did it again. Finally, I snapped. I grabbed a pillow and stood up. "Where are you going?" he asked, panic in his voice. "Somewhere else. You're being annoying." "I'm annoying?" He looked devastated. I didn't answer. I marched toward the bedroom. "Wait... Liam is actually a clingy boyfriend?" "Why does it feel like he loves her way more than she loves him?" "Don't be fooled by Chloe's fans! She's manipulating him!" "Okay, but their house is actually cute. I thought Liam lived in a minimalist museum." Lily had never been to this house. The family mansion was cold and gray. But this place? Warm lighting, throw pillows, and an entire wall covered in Polaroids. The camera zoomed in. They were all photos of Liam and Chloe. In every single one, Liam was smiling like an idiot. Lily felt a weird pang in her chest. She had never seen her brother look that happy.
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