I, the Hidden Heiress, and My Starstruck Boyfriend

“Why are you angry?” I sanpped back.

He threw his hands in the air and said irritably, “Look, if you loved me, you'd stop pestering me. Let's just go our separate ways. It's for the best.”

Just as I was about to ask more questions, there was a loud, forceful knock on the door.

I opened it to find a woman in her thirties standing there.

Margot Hickman. She was a well-known name in the entertainment industry—a powerhouse producer who had made stars out of countless actors and held a wealth of resources at her fingertips. What was she doing here?

Before I could say anything, Margot’s eyes swept over me with thinly veiled disdain. She scoffed, clearly unimpressed. “So, you’re Kieran’s secret girlfriend? Lila, is it?”

She didn’t wait for my response, continuing with an air of superiority. “You’re pretty, I’ll give you that, but it’s painfully clear you lack sophistication. Someone like you doesn’t belong by Kieran’s side.”

Margot took a step closer, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “Let me give you some advice, sweetheart. If you know what’s good for you, break up with Kieran and disappear from his life. Don’t make me resort to... unpleasant measures to deal with you.”

Hearing Margot's voice in the house, Kieran hurriedly came out carrying his suitcase. He immediately took Margot's hand and coaxed her gently, “Don't spend your time talking to her. I'm done packing. Let's go.”

Seeing their intimate scene, I couldn’t hold back and snapped, “Wow, Kieran. I didn’t think your standards could sink so low. I never imagined you’d be so desperate as to date this old hag!”

My words struck a nerve. Margot’s face twisted in annoyance. Without a second’s hesitation, she slapped me hard across the face.

“Watch your filthy mouth, little girl! Insult me again and I’ll rip that filthy mouth right off your face!”

The slap left me stunned. No one had ever dared lay a hand on me—not even my parents. And now this Margot—who the hell did she think she was? How dare she hit me?

Before I could react, Kieran stepped between us. He glared at me, his tone dripping with irritation. “Listen, Lila, I never planned on marrying you. The years we spent together? It was just for fun.”

He added coldly, “Take that money and stay out of my life.”

Then, as if flipping a switch, he turned to Margot, his voice soft and full of admiration. “Let’s go. We need to get ready for the film’s wrap party tonight.”

Margot smirked, leaning in to kiss his cheek. She turned to me with a mocking sneer. “You’re just a country bumpkin. Don’t ever dream of becoming someone big.”

“I can make Kieran a star. Adored by millions,” she continued smugly. “His future is limitless. You and he will soon be worlds apart, so you’d better give up on the ridiculous idea of marrying him.”

She gestured dismissively at the table where Kieran had left a check. “Take that money and get as far away as possible. If I find out you’re still hanging around Kieran or spreading rumors that could damage his career, you can kiss your life goodbye.”

Her eyes narrowed into a cold, threatening glare. “I’ve seen plenty of girls like you—poor, with no background, living in a fantasy world where they could somehow marrying their idols. I’ve dealt with them all and I’ll deal with you if I have to. So, don’t test me. Got it?” With a self-satisfied toss of her hair, Margot linked her arm through Kieran’s and the two of them sauntered out as if they’d won some grand prize.

I pressed a hand to my burning cheek, fury bubbling up inside me until it felt like I might explode. My teeth clenched so hard my jaw ached. Reaching for the check Kieran had left, I tore it into tiny pieces and let them flutter to the ground.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, I pulled out my phone and called Ellis, my family’s head assistant.

“Ellis, cancel the plans I mentioned about secretly supporting Kieran Drake’s career. Oh, and one more thing—Velvetline Entertainment, that’s Margot’s company, right? Invite their executives to host the wrap party for their new movie at my family estate.”

A superstar adored by millions? A top-tier producer with endless resources? They were overrated, in my opinion. Let’s see if they could keep acting all high and mighty once I was done with them.

I wasn’t a saint. Turning the other cheek when someone slapped me wasn’t my style. If anyone dared to hurt me, I’d make sure they paid for it tenfold.