Part 9
The music world woke to chaos.
#AdrianLeeExposed
#HiddenPast
#JusticeForTheGirls
It started with a single post — blurry photos, faked messages, an anonymous "source" claiming that back in high school, Adrian had dated multiple girls and abandoned them when things went wrong.
It spread like fire.
Fan pages divided overnight.
Some refused to believe it.
Others demanded answers.
Ethan didn't post anything directly.
He didn't have to.
He simply went live that morning, shaking his head with a sympathetic smile.
"I just hope the truth comes out," he said softly. "No one deserves to be lied to."
The comments exploded.
Thousands of people took his side instantly.
Adrian's team scrambled to respond.
They denied everything, but the story had already grown too fast, too ugly.
The internet didn't care about truth — it wanted blood.
That night, Adrian sat alone in his penthouse, every news channel repeating the same headlines.
His phone buzzed nonstop — management, lawyers, fans, reporters.
He didn't answer any of them.
He just stared at the screen.
Photoshopped images of his teenage self smiling beside girls he didn't even know.
Fabricated text messages with his name on them.
He felt sick.
When his manager finally came in, Adrian whispered,
"Who did this?"
The man sighed. "We can't prove it, but... everything points to Ethan's PR team. He's playing dirty."
Adrian stood slowly. "Then he just started a war."
Outside, thunder rolled across the city.
Rain streaked the glass as he looked out at the glowing skyline — his posters, his image, slowly being torn apart online.
A faint knock at his door broke the silence.
He turned, expecting security.
But when he opened it, there was no one there.
Just a single white envelope resting on the floor.
Inside was a note written in handwriting:
They'll turn on you. But I never will.
Let me handle him.
No signature.
Only a pressed sunflower tucked between the folds.
Adrian's breath caught.
"Could this be Mira…???It can't be…" he whispered.
He dropped the letter on the table, heart pounding.
He didn't know whether to feel relieved or terrified.
Because if Mira had seen what Ethan did —
then Ethan had just made an enemy far worse than Adrian.