Chapter 94: Chapter 94 The True Face of Alexa
Her mouth dropped open. "What... what the hell is this?!"
Before she could even react, she saw her video on her homepage.
It was her. Screaming at a junior stylist on set. Shoving someone’s hand away. Mocking another girl’s dress behind her back.
A new title hovered on screen in white bold font:
"The True Face of Alexa"
Her hands began to tremble. Her phone buzzed again—another brand had canceled their deal. Her PR team had messaged 10 times in the last hour.
Alexa’s skin turned pale. Her heart thudded violently in her chest.
And then, she realized.
Her account was hacked.
Panicking, Alexa quickly dialed her manager again.
"It wasn’t me! That post, that story, those videos—someone hacked my account! You have to tell them it’s fake!" she said in a rush, her voice shaking now.
But her manager was already furious.
"I don’t care who did it! Do you even realize what’s happening?! Our PR team worked the entire night trying to stop this disaster! If you don’t get your entitled ass back here by evening, I swear I’m telling them to drop your case!"
"I told you, I’m on vacation!!" Alexa shouted, gripping her forehead.
"You’re about to be on permanent vacation if you don’t clean this mess! DELETE that damn story right now!"
"I’m trying!" Alexa yelled back as she opened her Instagram again, tapping on the story post with shaky fingers.
But the moment she clicked the three dots—nothing happened.
No delete option. No archive. No edit.
"What the hell...?" she whispered.
She tried again.
Still nothing.
"Why can’t I delete it?!" she screamed, her hands trembling now as she tapped again and again—nothing worked.
A cold sweat broke out on her back.
Was this a glitch?
Or...
Was someone still inside her account?
Alexa didn’t care if her eyes were puffy or if her face without makeup looked Ugly—she ran barefoot through the hallway, tears streaking down her cheeks as she stormed into Alan’s room using the spare key she always carried.
"Alan!" she cried out, slamming the door behind her.
The sound made the petite girl on Alan’s bed jolt up, the sheet wrapped tightly around her body.
Alan groaned and sat up groggily, only wearing his boxer shorts, his eyes half-closed and hair messy from sleep. "Alexa...?"
The girl in bed looked at Alexa, then at Alan, then at herself. Her brows furrowed. She looked delicate—small face, big eyes, not the typical sexy type Alan usually liked.
Alexa glanced at her once and scoffed. "Really? That’s your type now?"
The girl didn’t argue. She quickly gathered her clothes, gave Alan an awkward nod, and slipped out of the room without a word.
Alexa didn’t even spare her another look.
"Alan!!" she screamed again, her voice cracking as she stumbled to his bed and threw herself onto him.
"What the hell happened?" Alan asked, suddenly wide awake, catching her by the shoulders as she sobbed into his chest. "Did someone hurt you?"
She looked up at him, tears blurring her eyes.
"Wooooo... someone hacked my account!" she cried. "They posted horrible things—saying I’m in love with a married man! And they posted videos of me bullying people! I didn’t even say those things! They edited my voice or something, Alan!!"
Alan blinked, still groggy. "Wait... wait... what? Who posted what?"
"My story! My Insta story! And I can’t delete it! I tried everything! Even my manager is yelling at me to fly back. She says PR is dying trying to clean my name. I’m going crazy, Alan!!"
She grabbed his arms tightly, shaking him.
"Do something!"
Alan rubbed his temple. "Okay, calm down, calm down—let me see." He picked up his phone and opened the app, eyes squinting at the screen. "This? This is what got posted?"
"Yes!!" she shouted. "And there’s comments, people are tagging blogs already! Saying I’m disgusting, a homewrecker! I swear I didn’t post that! Someone’s trying to destroy me!"
Alan’s brows furrowed as he read, and a moment later, a sigh escaped his lips.
"Alexa...this...sounds bad."
"I know it sounds bad!!" she yelled. "But I didn’t do it! Do you think I’d be this dumb?!"
Alan remained quiet for a moment, glancing at her red eyes and trembling hands.
"And you think someone hacked your account?"
"YES!" she shouted.
"Do you...know who might’ve done it?" he asked carefully.
Alexa paused. Then her eyes narrowed.
"That bitch. Scar or samantha or something. That loud one who came yesterday. I don’t know what her deal is, but she must’ve done something! She’s Bella’s friend, right?! What if Bella told her to do it? What if they’re both working together to humiliate me?!"
Alan raised a brow. "You think Bella would go that far?"
"She’s quiet, not innocent!" Alexa snapped. "And that loud girl—Scar or whatever—she came out of nowhere! Who the hell storms into someone’s mansion without knocking and starts shouting at everyone? That girl is unhinged!"
Alan didn’t reply. His face stayed unreadable.
"Help me, Alan..." Alexa said again, voice breaking. "Please... You know people. You’re smart. Just find out who hacked me and... make it go away..."
She buried her face in his chest again, her voice muffled. "I don’t want to be ruined. I worked too hard to reach here. I can’t lose everything because of some... stupid narrow minded friend of Isabella’s."
Alan looked at her quietly.
"Fine. I’ll see what I can do."
"But you believe me, right?" she looked up at him quickly, eyes desperate. "You don’t think I did this myself, right? You know me..."
Alan didn’t answer that part. His hand rested on her shoulder gently, but his expression was unreadable.
Inside, he was starting to wonder—
Maybe karma really did have good timing.
***
"Haha, bi*ch! I exposed you!!" Scarlett shouted, slamming her laptop shut with a victorious grin on her face.
She had been awake the entire night, typing furiously like a possessed gremlin, her messy bun barely holding together and eye bags so big they could carry groceries. But did she care? No. Not even a little.
Because Alexa? Was going down.
She spun around in the chair like a villain in a drama, cackling to herself as her screen still glowed behind her, blinking with code, screenshots, and open tabs filled with juicy receipts.
"Oh sweetie," she muttered to herself, sipping cold coffee like wine. "You messed with the wrong person."