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)
I hate that she always comes across as more mature, kinder, sweeter, America’s sweetheart, while I was being spurned as the other woman, the one who’d broken their precious stupid relationship. So, until the day I die, I will make the world believe that I was the love of Ryder’s life no matter what it takes because I have to win. I must win at all costs.
But each time I make any progress in that direction, something like this happens. It’s very annoying to have to jump back into the fray so soon when I’d only just caught a break when whoever this person was had gone after the whole Hudson family. The internet had weeks of fodder to play within just a matter of days.
I still don’t know how the little bitch that called me knew so much, but I was growing more and more afraid about how much more she knew. For now, people were trying to figure out if the photo of the security guard and I was real, but I’m sure they’d figure it out soon. I was relieved when the attack changed course, and she went after the Hudsons instead, but how long will that last, and what secrets will she reveal next?
I went to pour myself a glass of wine, and my phone rang. It was Scott’s ringtone, and I got excited. “Did you find him?”
“Yes, he should be home sometime today.”
“Really? Where has he been? Did he go to see her in the hospital?” Although it had been weeks since she left the hospital, it still bothers me no end that he might’ve been at her bedside looking after her. Something about that thought makes me madder than hell and just a little bit scared.
“Stop worrying about that; things are looking up for us; there’s a big deal in the works worth lots of money. We do have a bit of an issue, though, he’s sober and clean, so we’re going to have to come up with some other way to keep him in check.”
“Why? I don’t understand. Why can’t we just go back to doing things the way we’ve always done?”
“I’ll tell you when I get there. But it’s big.”
At least that was something, and he was coming home. I wasn’t as upset as I was before the call, and now what Mary was asking me to do didn’t seem as much of a bother as it did. It was just another smear campaign anyway, something that was bound to get under that troll’s skin.
Whether or not what she wanted me to post under Ryder’s name was true or not wouldn’t matter. One of the things everyone was asking was why Ryder wasn’t saying anything about what was going on between Elena and me online, so this should do the job, as well as make her feel like shit.
I went through my camera roll and found the perfect photo from a couple of years back. Just a bit of manipulation in Photoshop, and I was set to go. I had to think of the perfect caption to go with the doctored image and came up with the ideal one. I’m sure the picture of Ryder and I on a yacht where it looked like we were lazing in the sun together with a caption that read “Spending quality time with my perfect wife” would do the job.
No one but me had to know that the picture wasn’t real or that on that day when I did try to lie next to him, he’d pushed me away and ordered me not to touch him. As long as Elena Gianni and her stupid fans believed what I wanted them to, that would be enough to satisfy me.
I was about to upload to Ryder’s account by signing into it on my phone, something he didn’t know I could do since he had no idea I’d stolen his password, when my phone dinged with an incoming message. I felt almost sick to my stomach when no email address or number showed up again. I almost ignored it, but the sick feeling in my gut told me that that was the wrong move, and I was right.
“If you post anything about her today, it will not end well for you. There are things you do not want the world to know. If you think we’re playing, wait for the call from your dad.” That was the cryptic message that sent an icy finger traveling down my spine before it disappeared.
My phone rang in my hand almost immediately, and I jumped a foot high, spooked out of my mind. The peace and excitement I’d felt after Scott’s call was gone now, and in its place was a sick, growing fear. I saw that it was Dad calling, and that scared me even more.