Harper didn't ask to become famous. One moment, she was a ghostwriter living in shadows, scribbling stories about celebrities she'd never meet. The next, she was standing under blinding lights, pretending to be the girlfriend of the world's most untouchable pop star-Eli Reyes. To the cameras, they're the perfect couple: glamorous, glowing, madly in love. Behind closed doors? He's complicated, cocky, and far too tempting for a girl who promised she'd never fall for a façade. As the paparazzi swarm and secrets threaten to crack the illusion, Harper finds herself spiraling into a world of jealousy, lies, and forbidden tension. But the closer she gets to Eli, the harder it is to tell what's real and what's just for show. When fame burns hot and hearts burn hotter, will pretending to be his girl cost her everything-including the truth she's been hiding from the start?
The glow of Harper's laptop screen was the only light in the room. The electricity had been out for days, and the building's landlord didn't bother fixing anything for a girl who technically didn't exist on paper. Her flat was little more than a forgotten attic above a shuttered laundromat, with rain-stained ceilings and mold threading through the corners like ivy.
She didn't care.
It was quiet. It was hers.
And it was where her stories came to life.
She sat cross-legged on a secondhand mattress, headphones on, fingers flying across the keyboard. The walls around her were covered with torn pages, scribbled notes, printouts of articles, and one worn-out poster of Eli Rivers from the Neon Flame tour.
"Eli knew he was broken," Harper whispered as she typed, narrating like she always did. "But in her eyes, he found the man he could be. Not the icon. Not the mistake. Just... Eli."
She finished the paragraph and hit save.
No one knew the girl behind the screen name SilverQuill. Her fanfiction about Eli Rivers had developed a cult following online, especially her fictional redemption arc for the fallen pop star. She wrote him raw-lonely, struggling, a boy trying to escape the cage of fame.
And always, always, she gave him someone who saw him.
Someone like her.
Harper tucked her knees to her chest. The boiler rattled somewhere below. It was another night of canned soup and a candle stub flickering beside her.
She didn't want fame.
She wanted stories.
Stories that helped people survive-like they helped her.
Harper had never known her parents. She was left at the doorstep of St. Miriam's Orphanage the night she was born, bundled in a weathered blanket with no note, no name. The nuns gave her one-Harper Lane-and a crib near the window.
She grew up watching families come and go, always left behind. At seventeen, she was told she'd aged out. "You're smart," they said. "Go get a job."
So she did. She scrubbed dishes in a battered local fast-food joint with flickering lights and chipped counters. It didn't pay much, but she saved every penny. Enough to enroll in a local college and pay her first month's rent on a condemned attic apartment no one else wanted.
She thought things were finally turning around.
Then came Jesse.
He had a crooked smile and promises of forever. Said he loved her, that he'd help. That they could build a future. But the day after she gave him access to her savings-everything she had scraped together-he vanished. Took her money. Her laptop. Even her winter coat.
She missed rent.
The fast-food place shut down two weeks later. The owner went bankrupt and laid off the whole staff.
Still, she stayed. She squatted in the flat, dodging her landlord and boiling water on a camping stove. And she wrote. She wrote because it was the only thing left that made her feel like she mattered.
She ghostwrote term papers, essays, even lyrics for desperate art students. Once, she wrote a breakup song for a girl who ended up getting back with her ex. Harper didn't mind. It paid the bills-barely-and helped her get a second-hand laptop for a very cheap price.
And then came the night that changed everything.
Her phone buzzed. Unknown caller.
She ignored it.
It buzzed again. Then came a message:
LAYLA: HARPER. PICK UP. YOU GOT IN!!
Confused, Harper called back.
"What do you mean I got in?"
Layla was screaming. "The contest! The Eli Rivers contest! You're a finalist! They LOVED your writing! I sent them a few of your fanfics and snippets-they couldn't stop reading! They said you've got the kind of emotional depth they want in a screenwriter or creative partner!"
"What contest are you talking about? I thought this was a casting call thing."
"It was. Originally it was for finding a fake girlfriend for Eli Rivers to help boost his album sales with a drama-packed PR stunt. Girls were supposed to audition through videos and scripted monologues, show confidence and chemistry. I had to improvise. I told them you had the flu and couldn't record anything. So instead, I sent your stories. And they loved them! They said you had a voice, Harper. That you made Eli feel real."
"Layla, are you serious right now? You sent my writing to a contest I didn't enter?"
"Technically, I did. But you made it to the final three! Out of hundreds, Harper! They're bringing the top finalists to his private mansion for orientation. It's real. This is huge."
Harper stood frozen.
Eli Rivers.
He would actually read her words.
She almost said no.
Until she heard a loud bang on the door.
It was her landlord, shouting. Telling her she had until morning. That he'd change the locks this time.
So Harper Lane packed the little she owned, stuffed her printed manuscript in her coat, and whispered to herself:
"This is just a story. One I get to be in for a while."
But stories have a way of changing when they leave the page.
And Harper was about to learn that hers had only just begun.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”