A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

The company’s website crashed almost instantly, flooded with demands for an explanation on Fitch’s behalf. Some pointed out discrepancies between the

company’s statement and Fitch’s own words, but their voices were quickly drowned out by the crowd.

To the public, Fitch was the underdog, while A&C Entertainment represented cold, unfeeling corporate greed–the enemy to be taken down.

“That’s enough. Release the videos,” Larkin said calmly, glancing at the surging traffic.

The head of Public Relations understood immediately. With a single click, he sent

the videos out into the world.

There were two in total. The first showed Fitch in the recording studio, his cocky attitude on full display–a demeanor that made viewers bristle. The second was a rundown of the entire incident, ending with a blurred–out clip in which only Fitch’s face remained clear. He could be seen jabbing a finger at a young woman, as if about to strike her, only to have the tables turned on him.

The video closed on Fitch’s anguished scream. Even before Fitch could react, Jason weighed in on his own social media account.

“Certain people have made it clear only Moon is good enough to compose for them. Apparently, I’m not worth their time.”

didn’t name names, but everyone‘ knew who he meant. Overnight, the rumor that Liam had stolen Fitch’s song crumbled

Jason, on the other hand, was one of the industry’s hottest producers–almost everyone had worked with him at some point. The moment his statement went live, artists who’d

arguments online growing louder by

Larkin said as soon as

company’s website. No pictures, no video–just three

“See you in court.”

on the

we are filing rape

before another video surfaced, this time featuring the victims themselves. Faces

blow after another. Fitch stared at the screen, his face draining of color as the last video

do I

is this about rape? What have you been hiding from me?” Candace’s hands shook,

to believe

Wasn’t her own story