After a Live Stream Blunder, I Fell in Love with a Top Star for Real

Chapter 1

The day my boyfriend proposed, I suddenly saw a string of words above his head.

"Girl, wake up! This dog is gonna cheat in, like, two episodes!"

"Total douchebag. Gross! Run, girl, run!"

Under the barrage of these crazy comments, I turned him down.

As I ran out, I literally crashed into this kid, dressed like a homeless urchin.

The comments went wild again.

"This kid's gonna be filthy rich! Go for it, sister!"

"Latch onto him! He's the next billionaire!"

I stared at the kid in front of me, who looked seriously underfed.

A billionaire… seriously?

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The guy I’d collided with was basically a street kid.

Maybe 17 or 18.

His clothes were ripped, and his face was covered in grime.

He clutched a donut in his hand, and judging by his panicked expression, I’d guess he'd just swiped it.

I stumbled backward from the impact.

He glanced at me, hesitated for a second, then bolted.

I grabbed him. "Hey! You can't just hit someone and run. Don't you have any manners?"

"Got no money to pay you."

"Don't need your money."

I looked at his face and grinned. "Just your time will do."

About a week ago, my world had gotten… weird.

Everywhere I went, I saw these crazy comments flying above people's heads, like subtitles in a movie.

They said my boyfriend of four years, Justin Miller, would soon be screwing my best friend;

They also said that the best friend I thought was so great was actually my half-sister.

And her whole deal was revenge on my family.

A lot to take in.

It took me days to figure it all out.

I'm apparently the tragic second lead in some messed up soap opera.

The main character is my best friend… no, half-sister, Maisie Baker.

Abandoned by my dad as a kid, she hates my whole family's guts.

She was cleverly getting close to me, stealing my boyfriend, and eventually ruining us.

And I, until my dying breath, treated Maisie like my bestie.

Basically, I was a saintly idiot.

The plot was so ridiculous that online viewers were pissed.

They were flooding the comments, telling me to smarten up.

Maybe it was all that negative energy, but I really started seeing these comments.

So, I rejected Justin's proposal.

I decided to get the hell away from those two losers.

I’d been worried about how I’d survive once I was off-script.

But here comes opportunity knocking in the form of a street urchin.

If it weren't for those comments, I never would've guessed this kid was a future billionaire.

Since he literally fell into my lap, it would be rude not to grab on.

I told him he’d hurt my ankle and needed to take care of me, and kept him in my place.

Then I dug around and found an old t-shirt Justin had left here, threw it to him, and told him to shower and put it on.

Leo did not protest.

He silently headed for the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, the dude was walking out in my bath towel.

His hair wasn’t dry and fell over his forehead, all soft and wet.

The comments went batshit crazy.

The comments flashing so fast I could barely see Leo’s face. "Where are the clothes I gav...