I woke up and rubbed my eyes groggily, and as usual, Ryan had already left. I tiredly reached out for my phone on the nightstand, and once I saw the time, all of the tiredness immediately cleared away from my eyes. With shocking speed, I dashed to the bathroom to take my bath. I did not even have the time to do any of my early morning skin care routine. I decided to put on an oversized shirt and sweatpants just so that I could be comfortable, as I would be spending most of the day on the set. I grabbed my back, which had everything I needed, and dashed out of the house. I did not even bother to have breakfast, which made my heart ache so much, but I did not want to leave a bad impression on the cast and the movie crew, especially Mr. Matheo. Samantha called, and she was already at the set waiting for my arrival. Luckily, I got there in time, which made me breathe a sigh of relief. "Eliza, good morning,” Samantha said as she ran to me with her usual cute smile. "Good morning to you

"She is new to the acting industry, yet she is so disrespectful.” "Guys, her I*******m page is @Lisa_Greene. Let’s go get justice for our precious Jasmine.” "She is so proud; I wonder how she got a role in Mr. Matheo's movie.” “Didn’t you hear she got the role through the back door? She has a sugar daddy.” “I heard she sleeps with a lot of old men.” “Poor Jasmine, we can’t just allow a nameless actress to bully our Jasmine.” I was in so much anger when I saw a bunch of hate comments left by Jasmine's fans and passersby who actually thought I was evil because of how Jasmine edited the video. I logged into my I*******m, and sure enough, I was spammed with a lot of death threats and hate messages, but I did not even care about that; I only cared how the hate towards me would cause issues for Mr. Matheo, and he might be forced to drop me. I called Mr. Matheo back. I was nervous, and I did not want him to dislike me because of this incident. “Good morning, Mr. Matheo,” I said with

“You bitch!” She shouted once she saw me, and I gave her a sweet smile in return. “Hello Jasmine,” I smiled pleasantly. Apart from Mr. Matheo, everyone else looked at me as if they were watching a show. “Your sugar daddy is responsible for all of this, isn’t he?” She asked angrily, and I was confused by how angry she was at me. She was literally the one who schemed against me, yet when her plan failed and hit her hard in the ass, she had the guts to get mad at me. “How many times do I have to tell you that I do not have a sugar daddy, Jasmine?" I lamented. I did not care about Jasmine and Lisa’s opinions, but if I wanted to have a peaceful session with the cast and crew members, I did not want them to be prejudiced against me. "Oh, yes, you do,” she smirked as she crossed her arms bossily. “Everybody, Eliza has a sugar daddy, and guess who I heard it from? Samantha, who was once her personal assistant. You must have seen the video right; Samantha said it,” Jasmine shouted crazily.

Eliza’s pov I woke and felt an intense pain in my head, it felt like it was pounding. I looked around and tried to comprehend where I was, but the shrill sound of the heart monitor just made my headache worse, but I still comprehended that I was in the hospital, due to the sound of the heart monitor,the white walls, and that irritating smell of disinfectant.I slowly recalled what happened before I blacked out. I had just finished filming a scene with Garret and Melisa. Garret was waving at us when the large and heavy light on the set was about to fall down. I pushed Melissa out of the way and got injured instead. At that moment, I thought I was going to die, and I started regretting it. I had so many things I wanted to do. Luckily, I was given a second chance. While I was scanning the room while trying my best to ignore the headache, I noticed Ryan who was sitting down on the couch by the edge of my room, he was fast asleep, and he looked like he was getting some work done before he

Just as I was walking down the stairs, I saw Ryan walking into the house and Mary taking his bag, and I rolled my eyes. She always tried her best to make her presence known to Ryan. “Where are you going? he asked. “Good to see you too. You know, after such a long time of not seeing each other,” I replied sarcastically as I rolled my eyes. “It was just one week, Eliza,” he said with an amused gaze, and I scoffed out loud. I did not fail to see the look of dissatisfaction on Mary’s face; even after six whole months passed, she still kept her hopes up. “Are you going to tell me where you are going?” He asked again. “Why don’t you ask the personal assistant you sent to spy on me?” I said as I walked past him with attitude, and I heard his loud laughter as I walked out, contrary to what I was expecting. I was not really angry; in fact, I knew I was not supposed to, but I felt flattered that Ryan wanted to be informed of my whereabouts. It was just fun giving him attitude. I understoo