Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Marian also stepped forward this time, insinuating that Quintessa had stolen her role. Her agent even bluntly suggested there had to be some under-the-table deal. How else could the director choose a newbie over Marian, the A-lister? Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Then, Twitter exploded with so-called insiders claiming that a certain newcomer with a last name starting with Y had climbed the ladder by sleeping her way to the top, edging out an established actress for the lead in a major production. Rumors swirled that this Ms. Y had powerful connections.

Though Quintessa's name wasn't explicitly mentioned, paired with Marian's comments, everyone put two and two together: it was Quintessa, that little troublemaker!

Soon, an army of trolls claiming to be Quintessa's former classmates surfaced, alleging that since middle school, she'd been seducing her friends' boyfriends, had an abortion in ninth grade, and by high school her promiscuity led to multiple terminations. They painted her as the epitome of scandal.

Three years ago, after she flirted with her cousin's boyfriend and incurred the wrath of her father, she was sent abroad to "reflect herself.". But instead, she resurfaced as the rising star of showbiz. Accusations flew, as if these people had personally witnessed Quintessa's every alleged tryst and termination.

Violet was livid, clutching her phone as she told Quintessa, “They've started a smear campaign against you. Just you wait, once this blows up, that Y-surnamed actress will become synonymous with your name. Whoever is behind this is going down; I'm initiating damage control."

Quintessa smirked, unaffected, "Haters gonna hate. Help me take a photo; I'm going to tweet it."

"You're in the mood for a photo shoot? You're being dragged through the mud!" Violet exclaimed.

"Exactly," Quintessa replied, standing up. "Getting angry won't help. I've been called worse. Now, snap a picture of me looking down on all this nonsense."

Violet crouched and took an upward shot.

Quintessa's gaze was icy, disdainful, her lips curled in a contemptuous smile.

The photo was posted on Twitter without a caption.

To Quintessa's surprise, the scandal didn't cost her followers; they skyrocketed instead.

What shocked her even more was that soon after posting the picture, Snow liked it and followed her. Quintessa realized Snow was promoting a music video and reciprocated the follow.

Their simple online interaction caused a sensation, especially since Great Snow Jackson, which was Snow, rarely followed anyone on Twitter. What was so special about Quintessa?

Their interaction pushed the scandal out of the spotlight, trending on social media.

Tyrone frowned as he scrolled through the negative press about Quintessa, his mood darkening with each swipe. His phone rang; it was Alexander.

Before Tyrone could even greet him, Alexander's anxious voice burst through, "Tyrone, I just saw it on Twitter. Quintessa, the woman I've been searching for-it's her. You have an entertainment company, don' you? Do you know her? Please, I need information, and fast."

Alexander's urgency and barely contained excitement transmitted through the call.

Tyrone's grip on his phone tightened as he calmly lied, "I don't know her. But I'll have someone look into it for you."