Stepping out of L'Oeah Studio, Selina was oblivious to the chaos waiting for her.
The moment she crossed the threshold, the world exploded into a jagged blur of white light. Camera flashes strode across her vision like lightning, and the air was suddenly thick with the shouts of media houses and groups of young, angry women.
Her thoughts scrambled. She hadn't seen a soul when she arrived—how did they know she was here? How had they tracked her so fast?
"There she is!" a voice shrieked.
Selina darted an anxious gaze across the crowd, watching them strain against the security guards. Their voices rang out, sharp and dripping with bitter curiosity.
"Is the scandal true?"
"Were you cheating on your husband before the divorce?"
"Did you get pregnant with a secret lover?"
Selina's lips parted to defend herself, but the words died in her throat. It was a waste of time. They weren't looking for the truth; they were hunters, and she was the prey they had finally cornered.
