In the blistering 110-degree summer heat, I was kicked out of the luxury celebrity apartments.

In the blistering 110-degree summer heat, I was kicked out of the luxury celebrity apartments. Inside, the reigning superstar Sean—the very man I’d been fake-dating for PR—was shouting furiously into his phone at our boss. "With my current clout, do I look like I need a PR romance?!" "Turning fiction into reality? Shoving her on my social media for six months was bad enough, but now you drop her right on my doorstep?!" "Is this agency a matchmaking service? Why are you throwing every D-list nobody at me?!" The call abruptly ended. The next second, my duffel bag was kicked out the front door, sending my belongings tumbling across the hallway floor. I crouched down, gathering my things piece by piece. Six months ago, desperate to pay for my mother’s emergency surgery, I used my looks to sign a three-year contract with the entertainment agency. I thought I could grit my teeth and endure it, but I hadn't even lasted a year. I reached into my pocket. I had thirty-seven dollars and fifty cents left to my name. Right then, my phone chimed—another overdue payment alert from the hospital.#revenge #redditstories #redditreadings #revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama