Framed By The Pop Star Chapter 2

Julian's manager, Rachel, snatched up my torn uniform in front of all the cameras and screamed:

"You pathetic little slut! Using your job to sneak into Julian's bed! How desperate can you be?!"

I was paralyzed with shock, attempting a feeble defense:

"Julian called the front desk himself! He said he fell and couldn't walk! The second I walked through the door, he tore my clothes off—"

Smack!

Before I could finish, Rachel's hand cracked across my cheek with brutal force.

"So you're saying you took advantage of Julian being injured and helpless to jump into his bed?!"

"I’ve seen plenty of girls like you. You see that our Julian is rich, handsome, and famous, so you use every dirty trick in the book to latch onto him!"

"Don't flatter yourself into thinking this will make you famous. Julian has an official girlfriend! She’s an heiress from an elite family, not some lowlife sewer rat like you.”

“Go look in a mirror before you try aiming out of your league, you worthless piece of trash!"

Rachel spat directly into my face.

My heart plunged into icy depths. I had never endured such sheer humiliation in my entire life.

Spotting Wendy standing in the crowd, I crawled forward on all fours, desperately grabbing the hem of her skirt.

"Wendy, please tell them! You saw me rush up here to save him! You know I'm not that kind of person!"

To my horror, Wendy kicked my hands away with a look of pure revulsion.

"Chloe, I never thought you’d be so disgusting. I know your family is broke, but have some damn dignity! Pulling cheap stunts like this... I ignored it when you flirted with male guests downstairs, but now you had the nerve to target my idol?”

“ I told you to come help him, not to sleep with him! I am mortified to have ever worked with someone so shameless!"

Hearing that, Rachel raised her voice even louder. She grabbed my hair and ripped the blanket off me, exposing my bare body to the flashing lenses of the media.

Right in front of the press, the hotel manager confiscated my badge, loudly announcing that an employee with such deplorable morals would be fired on the spot with zero tolerance.

Yet for me, the nightmare had only just begun.

When I arrived home, neighbors had completely surrounded my parents' house. My phone was blowing up with thousands of hate messages and threats from relatives and friends.

Online, nude pictures of me flooded every platform.

#Hotel Maid Sneaks Into Julian Vance Bed#

#Desperate Gold Digger Traps Julian Vance#

These hashtags instantly took over the trending page on Twitter and TikTok.

Julian's engagement skyrocketed to record highs; his name was everywhere.

Meanwhile, my life was in ruins.

The entire internet called me a "slut," a "whore," and a "parasite." Every search engine paired my name with filthy slurs.

Strangers even left funeral wreaths at my doorstep daily, wishing agonizing deaths upon me.

Wendy took to TikTok Live, doing a split-screen interview with Julian’s team, painting me as a girl from a dirt-poor background who had been corrupt from day one, claiming I threw myself at every wealthy guest who walked into the lobby.

Unable to handle the public scrutiny, my parents decided I had brought unforgivable shame upon the family name and disowned me, locking me out of the house.

Broken and unable to take another breath in this waking nightmare, I returned to the hotel and leaped off the rooftop.

Before jumping, I had posted a final video online, hoping my death would prove my innocence.

Yet the video was scrubbed within minutes through Rachel’s industry connections.

In its place, the headlines proclaimed: "Julian Vance Bounces Back: Starring in the Upcoming Blockbuster of the Year" and "Julian Vance Launches Nationwide Solo Tour!"

Comment sections were full of praise:

"Julian finally got through the storm! Wishing him all the best!"

"That shameless woman dared to touch our idol—she got what she deserved! Good riddance!"