⚠ CONTENT WARNING This story is intended for readers 18 and older. It contains explicit content and drug use, alcohol abuse, sexual content, infidelity, toxic relationships, emotional manipulation, mental healh topics, grooming, disordered eating, body dysmorphia, plastic surgery and the pressures surrounding it, scandal, and the machinery of Hollywood at its worst. Reader discretion is advised.
DEMO: TBD
You wake up with the worst hangover ever. Your phone is already vibrating. Relentless. A reminder that you can’t afford to sleep in anymore. Not after the disaster last night.
The hashtags are still trending: #TalentlessTrash #PrettyButPointless #NepoBabyAtItAgain.
Public opinion is a loaded gun pointed at your head. You’re one misstep away from being cancelled. For real this time.
Your father — the one and only king of Hollywood, an untouchable legend whose star has never dimmed — calls before noon. Asking how you are. The concern in his tone is a mask. Naturally. Perfectly molded to hide the unmistakable command: Fix it. Or you will regret it.
As if you haven’t spent your entire life being a mirror for his legacy. Something shiny. Empty. Talentless.
Then there's your PR team. Soulless. Sharp. And entirely on his payroll. They've got a solution. You’ve heard this before. A lot. But this time, it’s nuclear.
The Plan: A PR relationship. With them — the industry's golden child. Flawless, untouchable, the kind of person the world worships without ever questioning why. Charismatic. Impossibly talented. Scandal-proof in a way you've never managed to be.
It’s a mutually beneficial lie: you get back in the game, and they… well, you’re sure they have their reasons.
No one in Hollywood does anything out of kindness after all.
Design your MC — name, pronouns, gender identity, appearance, style, personality and skills. And the body Hollywood has always had opinions about... did you get plastic surgery? Was it wanted or was it because of pressure?
Navigate the PR lie — keep up appearances and try not to actually feel something you're supposed to be faking or to fall in love with someone else...
Find your real talent — modelling, fashion, dancing, art, make-up, law: something that's actually yours (still thinking about those choices)
Survive your family — a father who sees legacy, a mother who sees profit, a PR machine that sees product, and a past that won't stay buried
Five romance options — a war disguised as a partnership, an architect who knows all your secrets, a ghost from before it all went wrong, an ex who still burns, and the one writing your downfall in real time
