Chapter 1: Chapter 2

After her headline-worthy talk show with Gary Dust, Madeline was invited to various TV shows, and she continued playing up with the persona of a naughty slut who didn’t have a single shred of shame.

Madeline sat cross-legged in front of a middle-aged lady with frizzy hair who was the longtime host of Oleana Show.

As usual, she was wearing a skimpy dress that left little to the imagination. She appeared completely at ease in it. Even Oleana was a bit disturbed by her ’dress’ and hesitantly asked, "Before we start our interview, are you sure you are okay with that kind of... dress?"

Madeline glanced at the camera, and realized it was already rolling, so her response would determine people’s perception of her. She smiled, wondering if this old lady was just trying to be polite or condescending to her.

She raised one brow provocatively and asked, "What do you think, Oleana?"

"If you don’t mind, then I’ll ask the staff to give you a blanket to cover your thighs. You know, this is a family-friendly show haha," Oleana tried to joke, but it fell flat as Madeline didn’t laugh along with her.

"Oh, let them see. It will be a good reminder for parents to watch over their kids, right?" Madeline replied lightly, stunning Oleana instantly. Madeline tossed her hair back and continued, "It’s fine. I don’t need a blanket. Let’s start with the interview."

"If you say so..." Oleana agreed reluctantly before beginning with a series of formal and dry introductions. It took a while for Oleana to finally asked the million-dollar question. "You are making headlines right now with your statement in the other talk shows about dating not only Jonathan Hale but two more men at the same time back then. Is that true?"

"Oh, come on, it’s not a big deal, is it?" Madeline turned her head confidently at the camera and said arrogantly, "Why can’t a girl have a little fun? Do you think one is enough? Well, it may be for you, but it’s not for me."

Oleana couldn’t help but shake her head. She had interviewed this ’girl-wonder’ before, the popular child singer who blossomed into a successful actress at the tender age of eighteen when the very first movie she starred in became a box office success.

She was the darling of the camera, a sweet young girl whose innocence and humility seemed untouched by the sudden fame.

Who would’ve expected that innocent young girl to turn into a total slut after disappearing for four years?

’Well, I guess I didn’t know her personally. Maybe she has always been this promiscuous,’ Oleana thought. ’She really fooled everyone with her innocent reputation back then.’

"Really?" Oleana acted surprised. "Didn’t you love Jonathan Hale deeply back then?"

Madeline rolled her eyes dramatically, "Everyone has been asking me this over and over. I will say it again to set the record straight for everyone’s benefit." She faced the camera again and declared without a trace of fear or uncertainty, "Jonathan Hale was just one of the many men I dated. Just because he is an A-list actor doesn’t make him special. The other two men I dated were also A-list actors."

Oleana, reeling from the revelation, instinctively sucked in a deep breath to calm herself down.

Back then, the internet, gossip magazines, and news had exploded because the seemingly sweet and innocent young actress was dating a man a decade older than her.

But that wasn’t the killing blow to her career.

The real blow came when Jonathan Hale’s wife had enough and exposed the affair to the media. She cursed the homewrecker, Madeline Rose, for ruining her and her child’s lives.

Nobody, not even Madeline, knew that Jonathan Hale was already married because he had never announced it to the public, nor did he ever show his wife and child to the media.

But that wasn’t important because Jonathan Hale was a well-loved, accomplished, and established A-list actor.

The public’s eye quickly shifted from the divorcing pair to the shameless bitch who dared to seduce their beloved ’Jon Hale’ until he was ’forced’ to cheat on his devoted wife.

Oleana stared at the so-called slut in front of her and asked another difficult question, "Do you ever feel guilty for his wife?"

Madeline’s body stiffened for a moment, but then she recovered almost instantly and shrugged, "It’s not my fault that she couldn’t control her husband. Maybe I should have given her some makeup tips so she could look prettier, or even bedroom tips, so she can hold his attention in bed."

...

There was nothing but silence in the whole studio after that last statement from Madeline Rose.

Madeline gave a malicious smirk to the shell shocked audience. This was exactly what she wanted - the more they were shocked by her, the more attention she would get, and the more money she would earn.

But then a middle-aged woman from the front row of the audience suddenly stood up, and charged like a bull towards Madeline.

Before Madeline could even blink, the middle-aged woman had tackled her to the ground.

"AHH!" Madeline screamed in pain. The woman pulled her hair and smashed her head against the floor a few times, "GET OFF OF ME!" Madeline yelled while trying to push the woman away.

But the woman was like a mad bull in front of a red flag. She refused to give up, trying to scratch Madeline’s face and screamed, "DIE, YOU SHAMELESS WHORE! YOU RUINED JON’S LIFE!"

"Ahh! Security! Security! Help me!" Madeline quickly covered her face as she tried to shirk away, because she didn’t want her face to get ruined by the woman’s sharp nails.

She looked at Oleana who was literally sitting next to them, watching the whole thing without lifting a single finger to help.

Madeline saw how the eyes of the old woman who once liked her so much turned cold, as though Madeline was nothing more than a skank deserving of a harsh beating.

Meanwhile, the whole audience watched with glee as they finally saw justice had been served. They even yelled shouts of encouragement to the attacker.

"Get her!"

"Yank her hair out!"

"Scratch her face!"

Her attacker continued to pull Madeline’s hair. Madeline stifled a pained scream; she gritted her teeth and pushed the anti-fan with all her strength, causing the latter to fall on her back, with her on top.

Her attacker howled in pain as her head hit the floor with a loud thud. Madeline quickly took the chance to free herself, getting up from the ground. She stood over the anti-fan, taking deep breaths to calm herself down, frantically adjusting her outfit.

Her hair was a mess, and her dress was coming dangerously close to falling off. Her high heels had already fallen off.

"Ughh, you bitch. You hurt me!" the anti-fan yelled weakly as she rubbed her head and back. There was a chorus of boos from under the stage, as everyone was disappointed at Madeline winning the fight.

Madeline narrowed her eyes at the audience, who only sat and watched with glee while she was attacked.

Her heart was burning with indignation, and she was in so much pain after getting her hands scratched and her hair pulled.

But she endured the pain and glared at Oleana, purposely holding her head up high, "If you don’t call your security to arrest this old bitch, then I will fucking sue you, Oleana!"

...

There was a pause before Oleana reluctantly sighed, "Security, take that woman out of the studio."

"Take this woman out?!" Madeline’s eyes widened. "No, you have to call the fucking cops! She attacked me first! You saw it with your own two eyes!"

Oleana didn’t react much. She looked straight at Madeline and said, "Madeline Rose, no one in their right mind would defend a shameless woman like you. The audience thinks so, and the cops would probably think the same."