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Body | Evangeline Castillo got home after leaving the hospital, only to find her birth parents and her three brothers throwing a party for Meghan Gallagher's birthday. Talk about irony—Meghan was the same girl who caused the mess that put Evangeline in the hospital to start with. Steam coming out of her ears, Evangeline stormed over. She grabbed Meghan's hair and smashed her face into the birthday cake. "Evangeline Castillo! What the heck? Say sorry to Meghan, now!" yelled Edward Gallagher, her eldest brother. Evangeline answered him with a slap to his face. She retaliated, "Shut up! You want me to say sorry? Dream on!" Jasper Gallagher, her second brother, questioned, "What is wrong with you?" Answering with another slap, Evangeline snapped, "You heard me. Hush up!" Before her third brother, Samson Gallagher, could get a word in, Evangeline shut him up with yet another slap. Holding his face, Samson yelled, "I didn't even say anything. Why'd you hit me?" Evangeline let out a cold chuckle. "If I wanna hit you, I will. Who needs a reason?" Samson was boiling mad but choked on his words. "You..." George Gallagher, their dad, was about to blow a gasket, but Evangeline cut him off. She hissed, "I said be quiet. Don't wanna hear a peep outta you!" She grabbed a cup off the table and doused Bethany Gallagher, her mom, with whatever was in it. "I treat everyone the same here. I don't play favorites like you do," Evangeline declared. They were shell-shocked. They couldn't believe this was the same Evangeline who had tried so hard to win their love just three months back. Evangeline had woken up from a coma like a woman on a warpath, hitting and cussing at her own family. Turns out, Evangeline was the real Gallagher heir but got swapped with the maid's baby by mistake. Nineteen years went by before the Gallagher family figured it out and brought her back. But they just couldn't let go of Meghan, who they raised for nineteen years like she was their own. Scared they might treat Meghan badly after the swap, they ended up giving her more attention and leaving Evangeline out in the cold. Meghan, a pro at playing the victim, always twisted things to make the Gallagher family turn against Evangeline. Three months ago, Meghan had pushed Evangeline off a stage that was like 17 feet high. And get this, instead of helping Evangeline who was hurt pretty bad, the Gallagher family rushed to Meghan. They actually stepped on Evangeline to get to Meghan, which messed up Evangeline even more and left her in a real bad shape, like a coma. Evangeline finally calmed down. She peered over the crowd, her eyes like ice, until they landed on Meghan. Meghan got the chills and hid behind Edward, scared. Evangeline sneered, "Keep her. I'm done with this family. If you want me to stay, kick her out and never let her set foot in this house again!" Before, Evangeline really tried to fit in with the Gallagher family. She went all out, being super nice, hoping they'd see she was for real and take her in. But nope, they were all about Meghan, their fake daughter. Evangeline was done trying to get them to like her. If they didn't appreciate her, she'd make sure they didn't like her at all. They had made her life horrible, and she was going to give it right back. George was ticked off. "Meghan is our girl. As long as we're breathing, this is her home." Samson was like. "Why are you being so mean? Meghan is good to you. Why you always picking on her?" Evangeline gave him another slap right then. Samson lost it. "That's it, Evangeline, you crossed the line. I'm gonna teach you a lesson!" He got up, ready to hit back. The rest of them snapped out of it, stood up, all set to show Evangeline she couldn't mess with them. They were going to put her in her place, once and for all, or their pride would be stomped on. Facing off against them, Evangeline went totally beast mode. The four guys just couldn't pin her down. In all the commotion, Evangeline dashed upstairs shouting, "If you won't show Meghan the door, I'm out. I'm cutting ties with you guys right now. Hope we never see each other again! And if you see me around town, don't you dare call me. You all bring nothing but bad luck," she said spitting the words out. She ran to her room, grabbed her ID, and jumped out the window. It was the second floor, but that was a piece of cake for someone who knew how to fight like her. Downstairs, Meghan was putting on a big tearful show, clinging to Bethany. She sobbed, "I always tried with Evangeline. Anything good happened, I wanted her to know. I never thought she didn't want me around. Dad, Mom, maybe I should just leave. Evangeline is your real kid. I'm just... outside. I'll even beg on my knees for her to come back, no problem. Just please, let her come home." Her act really got to the Gallagher family; they were buying her words. Bethany jumped in, "Don't say that. You're my daughter, always. Others can leave, but not you." George added, "Evangeline's nothing like you. She only causes drama and wouldn't help us at all. She even hit us! How rude!" Samson chimed in, "With you here, we see how nice you really are. We're lucky you're our sister." Then Meghan, all worried, said, "But, remember? Grandpa left Evangeline 30% of the company's shares. If she starts messing things up there, what will we do?" George frowned and said, "Yeah, that's trouble. She's got our company shares, but wants to ditch the Gallagher family? She shouldn't keep what's ours! I'll send some guys after her tomorrow to get our shares back." ***** Evangeline was waiting outside the hotel, leaning casually against a pillar with her arms crossed. Then this fancy Maybach rolled up, smooth as silk. The door popped open and out stepped this seriously hot dude—a six-foot tower of muscle with a face carved out of stone. He was The Man—none other than Arthur Ferdinand, the big cheese of Ferdinand Group and the richest guy in Hofcaster. Evangeline stepped forward, blocking his way. Arthur stopped, piercing Evangeline with an icy stare. Before he could even get a word out, Evangeline cut in, "Mr. Ferdinand, I've got a business thing to throw at you. See, I got this 30 percent chunk of Gallagher Group, and I'm looking to unload it. How about to you?" The Gallagher family was once the wealthiest family in Hofcaster. Though it was overshadowed by Ferdinand Group, it still held significant influence in the city. Gallagher Group and Ferdinand Group were like cats and dogs, always scrapping. If Arthur nabbed those shares from her, his company would be gobbling up Gallagher Group for sure. Arthur, who'd been playing it cool, suddenly honed in on her, sizing her up for real. Evangeline, picking up on his side-eye, whipped out her ID. "Let me lay it out for you. I'm Evangeline Castillo, the offspring of the Gallagher family. And you've got to know that the late head of the Gallagher family left me 30 percent of Gallagher Group when he passed away, right?" Arthur's eyebrow did this funny little dance. He took a peek at the ID she handed him and said, "All right, come with me." Evangeline followed Arthur to the presidential suite on top of the hotel. Arthur didn't beat around the bush. "How much you want for those shares?" he asked. "6 million dollars!" Evangeline proposed. Arthur blinked, making sure he heard her right. "Hold up, Ms. Castillo. You sure you're not playing me?" Evangeline replied, "I'm not kidding around. 6 million dollars's my price." Arthur narrowed his eyes and said, "You better think twice. I don't have time for your games." Dead serious, Evangeline said, "I am not playing games with you. I'm being serious. As long as you are willing to buy, I can transfer the shares at any time." Speaking in a low voice, Arthur said, "You got the whole picture of how much Gallagher Group's worth?" Evangeline nodded like it was no biggie. "Totally. A cool 30 billion dollars." Being the former wealthiest family in Hofcaster, the value of Gallagher Group was undeniably high. Arthur couldn't hide how he felt. "You're telling me you're giving up your slice of a 30-billion-dollar pie for just 6 million? You're not messing with me?" Evangeline stared him straight in the eye and said, "Not even a little bit. But hold up—there's a catch. We've gotta sign a side deal." Arthur raised his eyebrows and gestured for her to continue. Evangeline said, "The Gallagher family would be out for blood if this sale goes through. I want you to watch my back. Plus, I want them to lose grip of the company within a year. This family might not have the fattest wallet anymore, but they're still deep-rooted. Bringing them to their knees? It's on you now, Mr. Ferdinand." Arthur, knocked a bit off balance by her gutsy move, was still game. He went, "You really wanna bring Gallagher Group down even though your grandad gave you those shares? Ain't you worried about him haunting you?" Evangeline's eyes danced a bit. "I want them to never have a moment of peace," she snapped. Most folks thought David Gallagher had a soft spot for her when he handed over those shares, but little did they know Evangeline twisted his arm to get them. The entire Gallagher family reeked of corruption. David, especially, was the worst of them all. Arthur didn't dive any deeper. He whistled for his legal eagles to whip up the contracts and Evangeline signed on the dotted line. Just like that, Arthur's crew wired the cash over. With the ink fresh on the contracts, Evangeline blurted out, "Mr. Ferdinand, I got another thing to ask." Arthur replied, "Shoot, but no promises." She paused—maybe thought she pushed it too far. Businessmen had always stood by the principles. Once the deal was sealed, additional requests were out of the question. "Oops, my bad then. See you around," she said, getting up to leave. "Speak freely, Ms. Castillo. You never know, I might just agree," Arthur urged. ***** Back when Evangeline rejoined her family, Meghan dragged her into showbiz but was actually scheming to mess with her big time. Meghan was always snagging the sweet leading lady roles, while Evangeline got stuck playing the baddie, making her look bad on purpose. Now Meghan was living it up, hogging all the limelight and playing Miss Goody Two-Shoes, while Evangeline was stuck with a bad rep because of those villain roles. "Staying in hotels wasn't such a hot idea since it could put her on the Gallagher family's radar, and those guys loved to stir up trouble. Even if they couldn't really touch her, just putting up with their nonsense was a huge pain. Too bad Evangeline couldn't just buy her own digs in Hofcaster—she wasn't a full-timer there. " "Bayside Residence Mansion No.1. It's chill, not too crowded. The door's all high-tech with a smart lock. Hit me up on WhatsApp, and I'll shoot you the addy and the code," Arthur said, all casual-like. Evangeline was on it, messaging him on WhatsApp fast and saving his number. In no time, he pinged back with the address and the secret code. She dropped him a thanks and bounced out of his room. With it being super late and all, she rolled downstairs and snagged a regular room for the night. ***** Bright and early the next day, before Evangeline was even fully awake, her room door was practically knocked off its hinges. The Gallagher family members stormed in, accompanied by a gang of intimidating bodyguards. "Get up!" Samson bellowed, yanking the covers off without a care in the world. Evangeline shot up, her face all serious as she eyeballed the crashers, and her bed now totally stripped. She simmered inwardly, thinking, 'Seriously, Samson? Did you ever stop to think I might be sleeping in my birthday suit?' In the meantime, George chucked some papers at her and snapped, "Stand up and sign this contract!" Evangeline sat up and gave the papers the once-over. Just like she thought, they were trying to strong-arm her into giving up her company shares with some sort of stock transfer agreement. "Grandad left me those shares. Turning them over? Not happening. I'm not signing squat." she made her stance clear. George went through the roof. "Those shares are Gallagher property. If we're not your family, why are you clinging to our shares?" Edward jumped in, all snooty-like, "Never figured you for the greedy type. Trying to snag all the company's shares for yourself, right?" "You could learn a thing or two from Meghan," added Jasper. "She's not hoarding as many shares as you." Evangeline couldn't help but snicker at that. Meghan was just one of the Gallagher family members who owned way fewer shares than Evangeline did. "Evangeline, let's not beef with Dad and everyone over this," pleaded Meghan in her sweetest voice. "Your shares are basically worth peanuts. Hand 'em over to Dad," she said. "Agree to sign and I'll slide you 20,000 dollars, deal?" George and the Gallagher brothers grinned in approval, satisfied with Meghan's outwardly generous offer. Evangeline couldn't help but laugh to herself. 'They think they can buy me off with a measly 20,000 dollars for 30% of a company? What, do I look desperate?' "What if I decline?" Evangeline challenged. George's voice went all dark and threatening. "It's either the dough or your days are numbered. Choose! If you're so set on those shares, we'll get 'em one way or another. I'm making this offer for the family's sake, so figure out what's best for you!" Even though Evangeline had long given up on real family vibes, George's words still stung a bit. Now her own dad was threatening her life—over cash and control. 'That's just sad,' she thought. Evangeline faced George head-on. "Okay, I'll sign your agreement, but only on my terms." George leaned in, all ears. "What are they?" "I want 60 million dollars," she said, chill as ever, "and a paper that cuts all ties and promises between us, now and forever." There wasn't really a law to totally nix family ties, but a contract giving up any claims or obligations would do the job just the same. Meghan flipped out. "You really think you can demand 60 million dollars from us?" "You're going from 20 thousand to 60 million dollars?" Edward sneered. "You just can't get enough, can you? Is money all you care about?" Jasper, fuming now, jumped in. "Your shares aren't worth 60 million dollars! You're trying to shake us down!" Evangeline just flashed them a cheeky smile. "Think my shares are worth the big bucks? Fine, I'll give you the cash and even make a will. If I check out early without giving up those shares, they'll be stuck in limbo, and you won't see a dime. How do you like that?" "No way!" the Gallagher family hollered together. "Come on, didn't you just say my shares aren't worth that much?" Evangeline teased them, pushing their buttons. They went red in the face with rage. Evangeline didn't let up. "Don't kid yourselves. I talked to a lawyer after I got the shares. Turns out, they're actually worth billions. Asking for 60 million dollars is me being nice." "And forget about bumping me off for my goodies. My will's all set. If something fishy happens and I haven't handed over my shares, they're going straight to Uncle Sam, and not a cent to my folks or siblings!" she added, throwing that out there. They were boiling mad. Under her breath, Meghan said, "Who knew you could be so sneaky, making a will and all. Guess we were never family to you. After everything we've done, this is how you do us?" Evangeline scoffed, "Zip it, or I'll zip it for you." Meghan was hurt, biting her lip, tears starting to show. Right as Samson got ready to take Meghan's side, Evangeline snagged an ashtray and chucked it his way. "Zip it. I'm sick of your trash talk." Knowing Evangeline's fuse was short, they treaded lightly. No one wanted to set her off after the last time. George finally caved, grinding his teeth. "Alright, fine, I'll play ball!" Evangeline shooed them out and then got herself together. Once she was ready, she followed them out the door. First stop was the bank, where George coughed up the 60 million dollars to Evangeline. She didn't miss a beat, making sure it was noted as a gift, so George couldn't backpedal later. Then they hit up a law firm to officialize a deal cutting all strings and support. George had one of his lawyers get a document ready on the way there, and it was set when they walked in. Evangeline took her time looking the contract over, not a lawyer herself but still sharp enough to smell a trap. She snapped a pic of the contract and shot it over to Arthur, asking his lawyer to give it the once-over. Not ten minutes later, she gets a text from Arthur: [It's solid.] Feeling good, she signed off on the dotted line. Deal done, George whipped out the share handing-over paperwork, pushing, "Let's wrap this up. Those shares aren't really yours!" Evangeline grinned. "Couldn't agree more..." 'Cause the shares were already in Arthur's name,' she pondered. Without blinking, she signed away. They eagerly clustered around the document, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. When they finally snapped back to reality, Evangeline was gone. They didn't even bother to see where she went. They raced to the Trade Office, waving the signed document, ready to move the shares. But the staff there threw them a curveball. "Sorry, no shares under Evangeline Castillo's name. This paper's not worth a thing." They were stunned. George blurted out, "What? Evangeline's got a fat slice of Gallagher Group! Where are her shares? Your system's gotta be messed up." "Please hold," the staff replied. After a check, they went, "Found her. She was in our records for sure." They got their hopes up again. But then came the bombshell. "She did have 30%, but someone else owns them now. As of 8 this morning. This transfer form? It's a dud." Their jaws hit the floor. "What the...?" George couldn't believe it. "Who has them now?" "Mr. Arthur Ferdinand," said the staffer. George's world spun, and Meghan had to steady him. "She sold us out to our biggest competitor!" he sputtered in disbelief. Fury hit them like a thunderbolt. Evangeline hadn't just sold the shares, but she had also swindled them out of 60 million dollars. ***** While the Gallaghers' moods had tanked, Evangeline was all smiles at the mall, where she was on a major shopping spree. She'd only grabbed her ID when she left, so a whole new wardrobe was on the list. She breezed through a fancy boutique, grabbing 30 different outfits without thinking twice. She didn't stop there—shoes, handbags, jewelry, you name it. After paying, she had it all shipped off to the address Arthur had given her. Just like that, she'd dropped a cool 2 million dollars. As Evangeline exited, she unexpectedly crossed paths with the Gallaghers at the entrance. They'd been hunting for her since leaving the Trade Office and had finally caught up. "You're the worst, Evangeline! Selling shares, taking off with our 60 million dollars! Give 'em back!" Samson was losing it, just let rip with insults. Evangeline fired back, "You rushed me to sign without double-checking. That's on you, not me. Plus, I just take what you owe me for the last twenty years. Not my fault." George was livid. "You're gonna regret tricking us," he growled. "But Dad, don't make a scene," Meghan cut in. "We can't have people gossiping about us." Fuming, George turned to his sons. "Grab her and let's go!" They advanced on Evangeline, but out popped two huge bodyguards from nowhere, blocking their way. "Who are these guys?" Samson frowned. "Move! This is family business." "We're here for Ms. Castillo. Mr. Ferdinand ordered us to protect her, full stop," the guards said, stone-faced. Samson's heart sank. 'Mr. Ferdinand? There's only one person in Hofcaster referred to as Mr. Ferdinand, Arthur! It's him again!' While the Gallaghers were angry, they dared not act rashly. "Come home, Evangeline. We're still family," Samson tried again. Instead, she slapped him hard. "Told you, I'm done with y'all. Bye." Samson stood there, gobsmacked. Evangeline glared, and he clammed up instantly. Strolling past them, she gave Samson a kick for good measure and kept her head high. The rest of the Gallaghers cleared out fast, none of them keen on catching her next act of payback. ***** The bodyguards drove Evangeline straight to this gigantic mansion. Her shopping haul was already there waiting for her, delivered right to the doorstep. She had the bodyguards and delivery guys haul everything inside. Anyone would've been wowed by the size and bling of this place. You'd think it was straight out of a fairytale unless you saw it with your own eyes. But Evangeline? She didn't bat an eye. The Gallaghers probably figured she was out on the streets after she ditched them, but she was living it up way better than she ever did back with them. Arthur's mansion was definitely an upgrade, even though she hadn't expected him to put her up in such a palace. She guessed it'd be some cozy, hidden-away spot. Guess her imagination hadn't stretched far enough. Heading up to the master bedroom, she was ready to sort out her new threads. But then, right on cue, her phone rang. Looking at the Caller ID, she made a face—her dad, not who she wanted to hear from. So, she just blocked his number. Then came the flood—calls from her mom, Meghan, Edward, Jasper. She hit 'decline' on every single one, slapping a block on her mom's number and all her siblings'. They really thought they could bug her? And then Samson, bless his clueless heart, took his shot. "Try me again, and you'll regret it," she warned, cutting him off and shutting him down with a block. ***** Over at the Gallagher residence, Samson was whining, "She had to yell just at me before the block. That's Evangeline for you!" ***** "Why us? Why'd we get stuck with Evangeline of all people?" Edward grumbled. "Mom, Dad, she flipped 30% of our business to the rivals. We can't let this slide," Jasper put in. George rubbed his forehead. "She didn't come back with us. She's got Arthur's muscle watching her back. She's ghosting our calls. We can't even get to her. What now?" Meghan chewed on her lip and glanced at Edward. "Eddie, she's under contract with your label. You're her boss. Can't you make her listen?" "I can give her work, that's about it," said Edward. Then, like a light bulb turning on, Samson piped up, "That's it! We might not get those shares back, and we can't mess with her if Arthur's got her covered. But work—there's a way to get even with her through that!" They all leaned in to hear Samson's scheme. Samson had a sneaky idea. "Hey, isn't Meghan about to do a wilderness survival program? Eddie, you gotta make Evangeline join, but trick her into signing a contract. We'll make her look bad and Meghan look like a star. The viewers will totally back Meghan and give Evangeline a tough time online." Edward was on board. "That could work. There's another gal from my label on the show. I'll bump her for Evangeline." With their plan in place, Edward borrowed a phone and called Evangeline. Evangeline's voice was icy when she picked up. "Hello?" "It's me, Eddie. Just hear me out. We need to talk business," Edward said. Evangeline remembered the five-year deal she'd signed with Edward's company after Meghan had pulled her into showbiz. Only one year down, four to go. She'd owe 20 million dollars for each year left if she bailed on the deal. In other words, she needed to pay Edward 80 million dollars to terminate the contract. 'Man, I should've asked for more money when I split from George,' she thought. "So, what's the gig?" she asked, getting impatient. "You'll join Meghan on a wilderness survival program," Edward told her. "Your job is to give Meghan a hard time and keep her name out there." Evangeline laughed, "Sure, I'll go on the show, but forget about bullying Meghan. That wasn't in my contract." Edward was ticked. "You want me to block your career?" "Do it. Money's not a problem. I'll be fine even if you block me," she shot back coolly. "You..." Edward was livid. Evangeline thought for a sec and made her own play. "I'll do your show. But afterward, we're done. You drop the contract, no fines." Edward did not agree immediately. "If you leave me hanging after the show, I'll get slammed online, and I won't be worth anything," Evangeline pushed, still casual. Edward thought it over and decided she had a point. "Fine," he said. "Unblock me and I'll send the details." "First, I want it in writing. Once the show's taped, we're through," Evangeline demanded. Grinding his teeth, Edward caved. The next day, Edward sent over two contracts. One for the show, where she'd play the bad girl to make Meghan look good. The other was her ticket out. Evangeline checked the contracts at a law firm, signed, and got them notarized. At home, she did her homework on the show—a fresh series with live-streaming. Other than that, all she had were the director's name and the show's theme. With that, she hit the stores to stock up on survival gadgets, just in case. Better safe than sorry. In any case, she was already prepared. If the director forbade her from bringing anything in, she could just hand it over to them. She also ramped up her workouts. In no time, the day of the shoot rolled around. Hauling a big suitcase, she let the bodyguards take her to the spot the production team had picked out in the heart of the city. When everyone had shown up, they all piled into a van the production team had set up and took off for the set. Pulling up, Evangeline saw the rest of the crew had been waiting a bit. 'Edward, you snake!' Evangeline cursed inwardly. He'd told her to be there by ten. It was only nine thirty, and everyone was already there. 'That guy's setting me up, and the show hasn't even started!' she gritted to herself. Lugging a huge suitcase, Evangeline walked up to where everyone was hanging out. She sported a funky green sun hat that was so big, it almost hid her whole head. The hat wasn't exactly stylish, but it definitely kept the sun away. She had on a dark green windbreaker, black cargos, and some tough hiking boots. She even had a hiking pole in hand. The rest of the group, three guys and two other girls, were already there, all dressed to impress. Meghan was rocking a white dress and super high heels. Jolene Zielinski, from some girl band, wasn't glammed up like Meghan but still looked pretty in pink, with her own pair of heels to match. As for the guys, there was the big shot actor Kendrick Dixon, A-list celebrity Travis Powell, and, oh brother, Evangeline's own pain in the neck, Samson. Evangeline was like. "Why's he even here?" Samson joined the showbiz to keep an eye on Meghan and Evangeline thought he couldn't help tagging along this time too. For Meghan, he was indeed a good brother. "Who's that ninja under the big hat?" Jolene asked, giving Evangeline the side-eye. Evangeline flipped up her hat brim to show her face, no makeup and all, yet still drop-dead gorgeous. The livestream was already buzzing. When Evangeline jumped into view, the chat went wild. [Man, I thought the last person would be somebody huge! It's just drama queen Evangeline. She's such a show-off, making everyone wait for her like that.] [How can she be so full of herself? Think she owns the place or what?] [LOL, what's with the giant suitcase? She moving in?] [Gross. She thinks she's cooler than everyone with that get-up. So sneaky!] [Seriously, she's got a whole "I'm so prepared" vibe going on. What a show-off!] [Why her? Doesn't the director know that Devil Evangeline framed Meghan three months ago? Does the production team have a grudge against Meghan? So they invited this snake to continue harming Meghan?] [Three months ago, Devil Evangeline failed to hurt Meghan but harmed herself instead. This time, she'd better behave and stop hurting Meghan or she'll suffer the consequences of her actions!] Evangeline dragged her suitcase and walked to the guests. Meghan smiled at Evangeline and said gently, "Evangeline, you're finally here. We've been waiting for you for a long time. Let's bury the hatchet and get along for the show... Ah!" Evangeline didn't waste any time. She just walked over and gave Meghan a nudge that sent her stumbling in those crazy heels. Evangeline turned to Meghan. "I like this spot. It's shady. You don't mind, right?" She flashed a sly grin. 'I'm already acting as requested as soon as I arrived on set. How professional of me,' Evangeline thought. Samson immediately helped Meghan up and glared daggers at Evangeline. "You've gone too far, Evangeline!" Meghan pulled Samson back and shook her head at him. As if holding back, she uttered, "Don't blame Evangeline. She didn't mean it. I was the one who lost my balance." [What the hell! Evangeline blatantly kicked Meghan. She went too far. She's doing it on purpose. Won't the production team do anything?] [Devil Evangeline should quit the production!] [Meghan is too kind. She was targeted but still spoke up for Evangeline. What an angel! Boo-hoo, protect the kind and pure Meghan!] [I'm heartbroken for Meghan...] [Die, Devil Evangeline!] The other guests in the scene quietly distanced themselves from Evangeline. They feared being the ones falling victim to Evangeline's strikes next. Seeing as everyone had arrived, the director grabbed a megaphone and laid down the rules. "Okay, everyone, here's the deal with 'Jungle Survival.' You've got to hang in the forest for a week. Work together, but no help from us. No food, nothing." He then added, "Also, you can't take your luggage into the forest. We'll give each of you a hiking bag. You can choose what you bring, but it has to fit into one bag. No electronic equipment or communication tools are allowed. Other than that, you're free to bring whatever you want. Oh, and smile for the camera; we're livestreaming 24/7. Ready? Get your backpacks and pack up. Let's roll." Evangeline took a hiking bag handed over by the staff, popped open her suitcase, and started gearing up for the adventure. She packed in a flashlight, pocket knife, matches, a water bottle, cooking utensils, a raincoat, a mini first-aid kit, toiletries, toilet paper, and an outdoor bathroom kit. She'd also prepared seven sets of undergarments, all packed within a vacuum bag so they did not take up much space. She also had three T-shirts, all of which were also stored in vacuum bags. The windbreaker was enough. She also prepared some snacks, but the production team did not allow her to bring any. They asked her to forage for food herself after entering the forest. After all, if they already had food, they could just lay and do nothing. This would not be a survival show. After packing, she tied the folded tent to the side of her hiking bag. She held it up and figured it weighed around 30 pounds. No biggie for her. Evangeline was the first to be ready. The other five were still packing. Meghan's suitcase was full of beautiful clothing, shoes, and hats, as well as a bunch of skincare products and cosmetics. She packed seven beautiful dresses, shoes, hats, and a few gaudy satchels. After including her undergarments, she could no longer fit anything else in her hiking bag. She looked at Samson pitifully and asked, "Samson, I can't fit my cosmetics and skincare products in. Can you help me?" "Sure, put them in my bag. I don't have much to bring," Samson said. Hence, Meghan stuffed all the things she wanted to bring into Samson's bag. The director, Dallas Fowler, couldn't help but remind them, "We're going to a proper old-growth forest this time. I'll suggest bringing long-sleeved clothing and long pants as well as some tools for wilderness survival." Before the filming began, he'd sent each guest a list of suggested tools to bring. Yet, he didn't expect these people to come unprepared, carrying nothing but pretty clothes. 'Do they think this is a fashion show?' he grumbled inwardly. Dallas kindly reminded them, but Meghan and Samson didn't take it seriously at all. They assumed the production team wouldn't turn a blind eye to them. With them following the guests around and filming, they had to be carrying tools with them. When the time came, Meghan reckoned she could play coy and ask the production team for help. Thus, Meghan just packed pretty clothes to ensure she was always stunning and to increase her popularity among the viewers. When everyone was ready, the guests got into the designated vehicles in pairs. Meghan and Samson rode in one car. Travis and Jolene got into a car together. The only ones left were Evangeline and Kendrick, who shared a vehicle. Kendrick ignored Evangeline and closed his eyes, after getting into the vehicle. Evangeline didn't want to speak to him either. Using what little time she had left, she consolidated her knowledge and skills on wilderness survival. ***** Dallas, the director, holler through his loudspeaker, "Time to hop on the boat and ditch all your phones and gadgets with your peeps. They ain't coming with you." Evangeline, rolling solo without any crew, held out her phone. "No one is around me. Can you keep my phone safe, Mr. Fowler?" Dallas snagged her phone and popped it in a metal box. Then, he asked the staff member for a tool and had the box welded shut on the spot. "Don't sweat it," he grinned at Evangeline. "It's safe from sticky fingers. We'll crack it open after the shoot." This measure aimed to reassure the guests and avoid potential risks for the production team. If any star's secrets got spilled while they were off the grid, fingers would point at the TV folks. So locking up phones was a win-win. Evangeline shoots Dallas the thumbs up. Samson chucked his phone at Dallas too. "Make sure mine's locked up good." Meghan handed over her phone, batting her lashes. "Stick mine in with Sam's. Save a box, you know?" The other three guests followed suit and gave their phones to Dallas, none of them keen on their people snooping through their secrets. Secrets too juicy for even their own families to know. Naturally, they refused to let their managers and assistants find out. They were worried that their managers or assistants would take the opportunity to sneak through their phones. Hence, the safest option would be to hand Dallas their phones and have them locked in a box. After Dallas bolted all the phones away, everyone's names got slapped on their box. Then, the whole gang—six celebs and camera crew—set sail. Left on the dock were a bunch of managers and assistants waving bye-bye. The boat pushed through the water for a solid five hours before they hit this wicked old jungle with bushes as tall as a basketball hoop on stilts. They dock and roll out onto some grassy flat spot. Everyone's eyeballing the joint like it just grew three heads. "This place is a hot mess," groaned Travis, nose all wrinkled up. "Are we crashing here for a whole week?" Jolene's jaw dropped. "You mean we're actually doing this survival thing for real? It's like the moon, but with trees!" Meghan and Samson weren't feeling it either. Though Kendrick remained silent, his displeasure was evident, apparently unsatisfied with the filming location. Evangeline? Cool as a cucumber. She was already casing the joint for survival tips. Hearing their complaints, Dallas chuckled. "I made the rules clear on the contract. It's stated that you'll survive for seven days in an undeveloped old-growth forest. I wasn't joking. However since none of you have wilderness survival experience, we let loose some farm animals for you to chow down on. Enjoy the hunt!" "Ewe, like dead or what?" Meghan piped up, clueless. In response, Dallas said, "Alive. Dead stuff would go bad in no time flat." Meghan was shocked. "Alive? So, we have to kill them ourselves? That's too cruel. I can't even deal." Evangeline, never one to miss a chance for a jab, spoke up. "Says the girl with the croc skin bag. Save it. How's that any different?" Meghan's face flushed red as she glared at Evangeline angrily. Although Evangeline had signed a contract to target Meghan to deliberately put her in the spotlight and evoke sympathy from viewers, Meghan thought Evangeline could've done it differently. 'How am I supposed to explain myself?' she wondered. Her face reddened, she elucidated, "It's faux! Fake croc, all right?" Evangeline wore a half smile as she remarked, "For real? Last I checked, that brand was all about the real deal. You saying they're selling fakes now?" Meghan was flustered. "No, I—" Evangeline didn't let her finish. She turned to the camera like she was chatting with an old friend. "Anyone from the fancy bag company watching? You got some explaining to do. If you're peddling faux as real, that's a no-no." Meghan was super stressed, her hands balled up into fists as she tried to stay cool. She was rocking a bag from a huge fancy brand, and if she messed up in front of them, no way would they want her to rep their stuff again. Especially since they'd just made her their go-to girl to show off their gear. She had to keep their name looking good, or else she'd have to pay up for any bad buzz. The livestream chat was popping off. [Did y'all see that Meghan's faking it? She's the face of that fancy bag brand. She's actually lying?] [What a show! She's carrying a crocodile skin bag, yet gets upset over animals getting hurt? Talk about playing both sides.] [Stop slandering Meghan. Her endorsements are arranged by her company. It's not like she has a say in any of this.] [Meghan is kind and lovely, but Evangeline is targeting her. I pity her.] [Can Evangeline disappear? She's always bullying Meghan!] [Let's blacklist Evangeline!] [Evangeline is deliberately targeting Meghan. Don't be misled, guys!] That live chat was blowing up. Everyone was gabbing about Meghan being two-faced while some had her back, saying Evangeline was just being mean for no reason. Samson was super annoyed with Evangeline. "Hey, why are you always on Meghan's case? What did she even do to make you hate her so much?" Evangeline snorted, "Please, you know exactly why she bugs me." Samson got really mad, "You..." But Meghan tugged at his sleeve, whispering, "Chill, Sam. Maybe Evangeline's just having a rough time with her frizzy hair. If picking on me makes her happy, let her be." Samson sighed, "You're too nice, Meghan. Wish she could be a bit like you." Evangeline pretended to barf, "Gross. Save me from that fake niceness. If I ever turn into Meghan, I'd just lose it." That got Meghan really fired up. She shot Evangeline a look that could cut through steel. Samson was so ticked off he could barely talk, shaking a finger at Evangeline. "If you point that finger at me again, I might just snap it," Evangeline threatened, ice-cold. Sensing her apparent hostility, Samson backed off real quick, refraining from provoking her further. The netizens once again erupted into chaos. [Evangeline's got some serious attitude! Bet she's even worse off-camera. Sheesh!] [How pity! Why's somebody like that even famous? She needs a time-out!] [How could she diss Samson like that? She's crossed the line!] [I'm done with Evangeline. Not watching anything she's in ever again!] The netizens engaged in heated debate. Dallas saw everyone getting all heated and stepped in. "Knock it off. You gotta stick together for a week, so cool it. It's getting dark, and you've got to prep for dinner soon." "Can't we just crash on the cruise ship?" Jolene asked, kinda clueless. Dallas shook his head. "Nope. No cruise ship till we're done with the shoot." That news? Not exactly music to their ears. 'Are we actually gonna sleep in the woods? How's that gonna work?' they all thought, but nobody said a word 'cause the cam was still rolling. Meghan jumped in, "Let's hustle and get stuff done like Mr. Fowler said. We don't want to hit the hay on an empty stomach or sleep with no tent." Heads nodded all around. "How about we team up?" Meghan suggested. "We're all newbies to this 'wild' thing. We'll do better together than alone." "I'm in," Samson agreed right away. "I'm down," Jolene pitched in. "Yeah, let's team up," Travis chimed. "I'm cool with teaming but count me out if it's with Evangeline," Kendrick laid it out. Afraid he might be on the same team as Evangeline, Travis jumped in quick, "Me neither. No teams with her." After watching Evangeline go after Meghan and Samson, no one wanted to be her next target. Plus, any drama with Evangeline, and they'd all get dragged into the spotlight. Samson was like. "I got Meghan's back. She's on my team." Comments came flooding in again. [LOL, Evangeline's getting a taste of her own medicine. Nobody wants to hang with her. What's she gonna do?] [Totally, she was way mean to Meghan and Samson in front of everyone. Now she's all alone!] [People online are backing the ones who won't team up with Evangeline so she doesn't give them a hard time.] Meghan was actually pretty happy that no one wanted to chill with Evangeline. But she kept it cool and was like, "Hey Evangeline, want to partner up? We can make two teams—one to find a place to crash and the other to get food. You, me, Samson will search for the spot, and the rest can handle the food. Cool?" Kendrick was on board. "Sounds good to me." Everyone else nodded too. Online, Meghan got a ton of love. [Darling Meghan's the nicest ever! Even though Evangeline was so uncool to her, she's still letting her join her group.] [Darling Meghan, you're inviting trouble by teaming up with Evangeline. Aren't you afraid she'll harm you?] [If Evangeline dares to harm Meghan, I'm so gonna be mad.] [Yeah, and if Evangeline thinks she's better off solo, she should just roll alone.] Evangeline did just that, peering at Meghan with an eye roll and saying, "Forget it. I don't need anyone slowing me down. I'll fare much better on my own." While packing, she took note of what everyone brought. The combined belongings of the five weren't even as complete as what she alone had. And she wasn't about to share her own gear with anyone. Samson wasn't having any of it and snapped at Evangeline, "Uncool, Meghan's trying to be nice and you're calling us dead weight? Fine! Good luck handling everything on your own. Don't come begging for our help." Evangeline just smirked, "You might be the ones who'll want my help, not the other way around." Samson shot back, "Yeah, right, like that's ever gonna happen!" Meghan got all upset. "Evangeline, why do you have to be this way? It's not safe on your own..." But Evangeline cut her off, "I'll take my chances. Just keep your drama to yourself." Meghan's voice got soft, "Okay, if you really wanna go solo, that's on you." Jolene felt bad for Evangeline and offered, "Hey, maybe team up with me for food? It's a lot to do by yourself." Travis and Kendrick didn't look too happy, but they kept quiet. No one wanted to look bad online, not even Evangeline. They couldn't afford to expose their malicious, selfish sides to the public. Evangeline glanced at Jolene and said, "You sure? I might lose my cool like with Meghan." Jolene scratched her head, "Maybe... you could not do that?" But before Evangeline answered, Samson jumped in, "Forget it! No one's helping her tonight. She thinks she's got it all covered, right? We'll see." Jolene was torn. She wanted to help, but going against someone like Samson? That was risky business. |
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