After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 132

I could hear the smile in his voice, and it filled me with a sense of warmth and security. Lirian had a way of making everything seem manageable, no matter how dark things seemed.

“Actually,” he continued, his tone turning serious, “Arman’s pulled out of the dance competition. He’s redirected the money to finance a film, ensuring Linda the lead role. If the film succeeds, it’ll boost her popularity and his investment returns.”

I frowned, thinking of Linda parading on screen, profiting from Arman’s desperate devotion. But I shook off the bitterness, determined to focus on my own path.

“So what are you saying, Lirian? Is there something you need me to do?” I asked, feeling a spark of curiosity and excitement.

On the other end of the line, Lirian’s voice grew soft, but there was a hint of mischief in his words. “Well, I’ve just invested five million of my own into this film, securing you a fair audition for the lead role.”

I blinked in surprise, caught off guard. “An audition… for the same film?”

“Yes,” he replied simply. “Linda wants to cover up your light, to keep you from outshining her. But I won’t let her. If they want a showdown, I’ll give them one. And you, Sophia, will stand on the biggest stage possible. You’ve earned this chance.”

A shiver of excitement and gratitude ran through me.

The idea of competing against Linda, not just in a dance but in a role that would require skill, depth, and talent—it filled me with a thrilling determination.

“Are you willing to take that stage?” Lirian’s voice softened, his words a quiet challenge.

“I’ll make the best of it,” I replied, more to myself than to anyone listening. The words rang hollow yet determined, a quiet mantra to bolster my resolve.

As the month drew to a close, I found myself at the “Queen of Fashion” audition, standing face-to-face with Linda and, much to my disdain, Arman. The moment he saw me, he froze, and then a dark scowl twisted his features.

“You’re the one competing with Linda for the part?” he asked, his tone dripping with disdain.

I gave a small nod. He let out a sharp breath, then suddenly reached for my wrist, trying to pull me toward the deserted stairwell at the end of the corridor. I yanked my hand back, glaring at him.

“Queen of Fashion” was a story of a woman who clawed her way from obscurity to the heights of the fashion world, a tale of resilience and grit.

In my last life, I’d watched Linda act in this very role, playing a delicate, helpless woman who climbed up by charming men along the way.

It made a mockery of the heroine’s strength.

No. This time, I was here to make sure the heroine would be a strong, fearless woman, who stood firm against every storm that came her way.

The audition clip I was given was pivotal. It depicted a backstage moment before the heroine’s first fashion show.

Her model’s gown, meant to be the highlight of the show, is sabotaged—hidden by a jealous competitor. Faced with chaos, the heroine must find a solution.