They said my boyfriend of four years, Justin
Miller, would soon be screwing my best friend;
They also said that the best friend I thought
was so great was actually my half–sister.
And her whole deal was revenge on my family.
A lot to take in.
It took me days to figure it all out.
I’m apparently the tragic second lead in some
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messed up soap opera.
The main character is my best friend… no,
half–sister, Maisie Baker.
Abandoned by my dad as a kid, she hates my
whole family’s guts.
She was cleverly getting close to me, stealing
my boyfriend, and eventually ruining us.
And I, until my dying breath, treated Maisie like
my bestie.
Basically, I was a saintly idiot.
The plot was so ridiculous that online viewers
were pissed.
They were flooding the comments, telling me to
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smarten up.
Maybe it was all that negative energy, but I
really started seeing these comments.
So, I rejected Justin’s proposal.
I decided to get the hell away from those two
losers.
I’d been worried about how I’d survive once I
was off–script.
But here comes opportunity knocking in the form of a street urchin.
If it weren’t for those comments, I never
would’ve guessed this kid was a future billionaire.
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Since he literally fell into my lap, it would be
rude not to grab on.
I told him he’d hurt my ankle and needed to
take care of me, and kept him in my place.
Then I dug around and found an old t–shirt
Justin had left here, threw it to him, and told
him to shower and put it on.
Leo did not protest.
He silently headed for the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, the dude was walking out in
my bath towel.
