Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 135517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Rachel had been coming to my door every hour on the hour to check up on me, but her gaze was just too searching for my liking, especially since I was doing my best to hide what I was truly feeling. She’s one of the only people who don’t think twice about mentioning Ryder to me, but I always get the feeling that she’s trying to see into my mind as if she doesn’t really believe me.
Sydney, on the other hand, because she wants it for me, has allowed herself to be convinced that I have indeed gotten over him, and though she no longer tries to get me to find someone else, she’s stopped worrying overly much that my heart was still in pieces. I guess I’m a good actress after all because I’d fooled my best friend.
“Forget that. My assistant just brought this to my attention.”
“What is it?”
“Not only is Ryder making a movie with the Saunders studio, but he released a new single less than an hour ago, and it’s going nuts. But that’s not why I’m here. That MengeLiNi person has struck again; take a look.”
‘What A-list popstar was duped into marrying the daughter of a not very well-known actor, who’s broke and looking for a handout from his much younger son-in-law to keep his home out of foreclosure?’ This incendiary message was followed by screenshots of a bank statement that no one but the people involved should’ve had access to.
“Are you shitting me? What the hell is going on?”
“Beats me, girl, but you should read the comments. People are coming out of the woodwork, and there are receipts. I always knew there was something wrong with that whole family, but this?”
“I wonder what they mean by duped.”
We both gave each other an open-mouth stare of surprise that both carried just a hint of inner glee. I don’t mean to, nor do I want to be this mean even in thought, but I’d be lying if I said that every little tidbit that exposes a little bit more of Janie and her ilk’s underbelly didn’t tickle the hell out of me. I guess it stems from the fact that I still have no answers as to why I’d been left at the altar in humiliation and why she’d been the one the man of my heart had chosen.
I’m only human, after all, and though it was never in me to wish them ill, I can’t lie and say that this wasn’t just a tad bit satisfying. Now I’ll be peeled to the online gossip rags for the next few days looking for information since this person seemed to know a lot.
“First Mary and her spawn, and now this. I have a feeling you’re about to get some of those answers you’ve always been after, little chicklet.” She seemed way too happy about that prospect.
***
*Janie*
“Who the hell have you been talking to, you little fool?”
“What? No one.”
“So how did they know that I asked you to get money from him to pay off the mortgage?”
“I don’t know, okay, I don’t know anything. I have no idea how they know all this stuff.”
The person I’d come to think of as a little bitch had somehow infiltrated everyone and everything, which should be impossible since no one knew of my affiliations with some of the people they’d gone after.
In the last week or so, they’d systematically exposed things that no one but those involved should know about, things said and done in private and away from prying eyes and ears. I’ve secretly had my team looking for the mole among us with no luck, and so had Mary, Scott, and Matt.
The frightening thing about all this is that there was never any warning about where she’d hit next, she just seemed to be all over the place, but there was a pattern for anyone who was looking close enough.
The heat was never off of any one of us for too long, so there was no peace, and now everyone was at each other’s throats, and there was more than enough blame to go around. I’ve never felt so alone in my life with no one to turn to since everyone who was supposed to be on my side was now side-eyeing me and each other. The little bitch had turned us against each other, and no one knew where or who she was.
Always before, in the past, Mary was the one taxed with quelling the situation. She’d usually just have one of her daughters do something to take the spotlight off of whatever was going on, but now even they were coming under heat, and the little bitch was vicious.
She never posted anything without proof, and since we had no idea where she was getting her information, we couldn’t stop her or head her off at the pass.