The True Heiress: Legend Mode novel Chapter 244

Especially someone who was at the absolute pinnacle of the entertainment industry.

The higher they climbed, the more the public demanded absolute perfection. Fans wouldn't tolerate a single blemish.

Otherwise, what right did they have to be idols?

Being a celebrity was inherently a fragile existence.

Simply because they made too much money.

One misstep, and they were dragged into the abyss.

After heavy deliberation, the PR team spoke with grim finality. "We need to pull you out of the public eye for a while. The internet has a short memory."

Maia lowered her gaze, her pale face completely drained of color. She didn't say a word.

After seeing the team out, Maia turned around and gasped—Juno was standing right behind her.

She tried to force a reassuring smile, to tell her sister everything was fine, but her lips wouldn't cooperate.

Panicking slightly, she stepped forward to explain. "Juno... I'm not the kind of woman the internet is saying I am..."

She hadn't traded her body for her career.

She wasn't some cheap plaything.

Juno had never seen her sister look so utterly broken. "I know."

Those two words cut straight through Maia's spiraling thoughts. She stared blankly at her little sister.

She hadn't expected Juno to be so calm.

"Get some rest, Maia. Don't let it get to your head."

Maia nodded slowly. "Okay."

Juno thought the worst was over, but the very next day, Maia's name rocketed back to the top of the trending lists.

This time, the headlines included another name: Rocco Lytton, a notorious socialite from Jindale City.

The leaked photos were horrifyingly explicit, and no one had expected someone from the powerful Lytton family to be involved.

Meanwhile, in a grimy, low-key club over in Blackwood City...

Harsh neon lights flashed across Rocco's dark, brooding face.

He looked absolutely murderous.

Pulling up the tracking app on her phone, she saw the signal pinging at a nightclub downtown.

She sprinted out the door. On the way, she bought some bread and milk, choking it down without tasting a thing.

Carbs and dairy. It would keep her from getting drunk too fast.

She grabbed a cab straight to the location on her screen.

She had never been to a place like this before. It was a chaotic mess of sleaze, reeking of cheap alcohol and sweat, with blinding strobe lights disorienting her. The GPS only gave her a general radius.

She didn't know which VIP room they were in.

She started shoving doors open one by one, scanning the rooms in a split second before moving to the next.

Finally, on the fourth floor, in room 408, she found her.

The room was packed with arrogant trust fund kids.

And right in the center, kneeling on the floor, completely drenched, was her sister. A man had his hand tightly twisted in Maia's hair.

"Maia!" Juno lost her mind.