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    Their products were tanking, sales plummeting as the public turned its back on them.


    Rosanna had not even made it to her first ss of the new semester, yet already a brutal thread dominated the university forum, titled: “The Pure Goddess Revealed as a Master Maniptor?”


    Hundreds ofments flooded in, many from students who once adored her — now voicing only disappointment and disdain.


    Scrolling through the flood ofments, Rosanna felt her jaw tighten until it ached. Fury boiled under her skin, barely kept in check. She had spent years polishing her reputation to perfection, carefully crafting her image until her ssmates saw her as untouchable — a goddess among mortals.


    There was not a ttering word that had not once been thrown at her feet. And now, with a single blow, Maia had shattered it all.


    Everything she had built — every lie, every facade — was reduced to rubble. She could not bear it.


    And the bracelet — she still had not gotten it back.


    A heavy, suffocating pressure crushed down on her chest until she struggled to breathe.


    She sat frozen at the edge of her bed, the curtains drawn tight, darkness swallowing the room whole.


    The sudden chime of her phone sliced through the silence.


    Rosanna barely nced at the screen. The caller ID showed a name that she vaguely recognized — a talent scout who had once pursued her for the entertainment industry.


    Lifting the phone to her ear, she said in a muted voice, “Hello?”


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    “Miss Morgan, it’s been a while. Do you remember me?” The voice crackled through the receiver, warm and brimming with excitement.


    Rosanna shifted slightly, her tone guarded but polite. “I do.”


    “Perfect!” The caller’s enthusiasm surged. “Ourpany is coborating with a major televisionwork tounch this year’s biggest singingpetition. It’s going to be massive! We’re bringing in the country’s top singers, legendary songwriters — you name it. The lineup is unlike anything we’ve ever done. We’d love to have you join as a contestant. What do you think?”


    A sliver of doubt crept into Rosanna’s mind, making her pause.


    Once before, she had brushed off the scout’s offer without a second thought. Now, picking up on her hesitation, the scout rushed to fill the silence. “Joining thepetition doesn’t mean you’re locking yourself into a pop career. Think of it as exploring another side of yourself. Your voice is incredible — honestly, I’d bet good money you’dnd in the top three! Plus… I’ve seen the mess brewing online. The bacsh is real. You need a distraction, something to make people look somewhere else. Remember, your fans fell in love with your voice first. Get back out there, remind them why they adored you. They’lle running.”


    Every word hit a nerve.


    Rosanna knew better than anyone that the entertainment world thrived on attention, not love or loyalty. Praise or curses didn’t matter. As long as people talked, she still had power. That was why the scout returned, still seeing value in her even as her reputation crumbled.


    And he had a point. Her true fans were drawn to her singing long before they cared about anything else.


    A shy, attention-grabbing moment was exactly what Rosanna needed now to bury the ugly whispers about the bracelet scandal.


    If she sat back and let the bacsh simmer, it would only dig deeper into her future, poisoning every opportunity before it even began.


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