Ficorpio
Chapter 1
When the biological heiress came looking for me, her eyes were already rimmed with red the moment she saw my face.
I quickly prepared a few sharp comebacks, but before I could use any of them, a string of floating comments exploded across my vision:
[The heroine is about to cry because she’s meeting her idol!]
[Adopted heiress, stop overthinking it. The heroine is your biggest fan!]
[Oh my God, look at the adopted heiress’s wary little eyes. She has no idea she’s staring at her number-one fan!]
I frowned, still trying to make sense of the absurd comments, when the girl across from me suddenly stammered, “S-Sis… Chloe, I love you so much!”
Me: “?”
Was this plot completely losing its mind?
The dressing room’s heavy wooden door was kicked open.
Marcus Bennett appeared in the doorway with a group of people behind him. He flung a stack of papers in my direction, his expression aggressive.
“Chloe Bennett, you’re not a Bennett at all! This is the DNA test report. Read it carefully!”
The crisp clatter of makeup brushes hitting the floor rang out one after another. The entire dressing room fell silent, and every gaze locked onto me.
My fingers paused for the briefest moment before I quickly regained my composure.
I had spent five years fighting my way through the entertainment industry. I had seen scenes far more explosive than this.
“Marcus, this is a film set. It’s my workplace.” I rose and smoothed the skirt of my dress, my voice cool. “Whatever you have to say, we’ll discuss it at the Bennett estate tonight.”
Marcus gave a mocking laugh and stepped closer.
“Why are you pretending to be so composed? You’re a fraud! The moment you leave the Bennett family, you’ll be nothing!”
I couldn’t help laughing.
The others might not know it, but as my cousin, Marcus should have understood better than anyone. The Bennett family had never supported my career from the beginning.
My parents had tried everything to force me home and make me take over the family business. Cutting off my opportunities and paying people to smear me online were routine. The only thing they hadn’t done was lock me inside the house.
Marcus, on the other hand, had spent years throwing his weight around in the company under the indulgence of the older generation. He had already started treating himself like the future heir.
Clearly irritated, he reached behind him and dragged a petite girl forward, shoving her toward me.
Chapter 2
“Chloe Bennett, open your eyes and take a good look! This is the Bennett family’s biological heiress. You’re nothing but a fraud who stole someone else’s place!”
I lifted my eyes to the girl and immediately understood.
Her features were delicate and familiar. She looked exactly like my mother, as if they had been carved from the same mold.
The moment she raised her head and saw my face clearly, her eyes flooded with tears.
I frowned instinctively.
Was she getting ready to tear into me too?
In my last role, I played the biological heiress returning to her family and tearing apart the fake-sweet adopted heiress.
I never expected that storyline to be recreated in real life.
If she really tried to make a move against me, I had no reason to hold back.
I was gathering my strength and preparing to fire back when rows of colorful comments suddenly floated across my vision:
【The heroine is meeting her idol! She’s so excited she’s about to cry!】
【What’s the adopted heiress planning to do? She doesn’t seriously think the heroine came here to tear her apart, does she?】
【For anyone who doesn’t know: the heroine is the adopted heiress’s number-one career fan. She’s watched every one of her shows, and she’s even the president of her official fan club!】
The heroine? The adopted heiress?
I blinked, wondering whether I’d been working too much lately and had finally started hallucinating.
When the girl remained motionless, Marcus Bennett reached out and shoved her. “Nora, that’s Chloe Bennett—the woman who stole your identity! Tell her to get lost. Have your uncle and aunt blacklist her so she can’t survive in the entertainment industry!”
Nora’s eyes were rimmed red as she stared fixedly at me, her chest rising and falling hard. Her emotions seemed to be building by the second.
I grew wary.
This girl had an impressive emotional range. She was going to be harder to deal with than I’d expected.
“You’re Nora Bennett?” I asked first.
Marcus cut in, his tone arrogant. “She’s the true Bennett heiress. You don’t deserve the Bennett name. You should be a Miller!”
The moment he finished speaking, Nora’s tearful expression went cold. She spun toward Marcus and snapped, “Shut up! No one’s stopping you from speaking just because you’re not mute!”
I froze.
Marcus looked like he’d been turned to stone.
Who would have thought this seemingly soft and delicate girl could sound so commanding the moment she opened her mouth?
Apparently, Marcus was genuinely hated by everyone.
The next second, Nora’s gaze returned to me.
Chapter 3
I braced myself for another confrontation, but instead, she suddenly flushed bright red. Stammering, she said, “S-Sis… Chloe, I really love you!”
Me: “?”
Was this storyline completely out of its mind?
Before I could react, the supernatural floating comments flooded my vision again:
【Aah! The heroine is so brave! She actually confessed outright!】
【Why is the supporting female lead just standing there like an idiot? Does she still think she can compete with the heroine?】
【Please, supporting female lead, act like a decent person and stop forcing the heroine to hurt you! For your sake, the heroine could rip Marcus Bennett’s head off and kick it around like a ball!】
I studied Nora Bennett suspiciously. After a moment’s hesitation, I tugged one corner of my mouth upward.
Nora’s eyes instantly lit up like stars. “Sis, were you smiling at me?”
If I told her my cheek had just twitched, would she believe me?
I gave an ambiguous nod. She immediately pulled out her phone, clasped her hands together, and looked at me with pleading eyes.
“Sis, can we take a picture together? Just one! I promise I’ll turn the beauty filter all the way up, and I’ll only edit you!”
This girl was kind of adorable.
“Fine,” I said.
The moment she got permission, Nora hurried over. When we took the picture, she deliberately kept a little distance between us. As soon as it was done, she quickly stepped away again, as though she were afraid of upsetting me.
Seeing that, her agent hastily picked up several of my autographed photos and held them out.
“Thanks for supporting Chloe.”
Nora happily reached for them, but I suddenly frowned.
“Wait—”
Nora’s eyes dimmed at once, and her own eyes reddened again. “Chloe, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked for your photo. I’ll give it back right now.”
The supernatural floating comments exploded across my vision.
[Is the supporting female lead looking down on the heroine?]
[Oh no, here we go! The supporting female lead is about to start causing trouble!]
[The heroine is so pitiful. She finally met her idol, only to be rejected… Childhood family trauma on top of her idol’s coldness—will she turn evil?]
I ignored the comments, took the photos from my agent, pulled out the two at the back, and signed the one on top before handing it to Nora.
“These two are unreleased promotional stills. They can’t be circulated yet, so I’m taking them back for now. This signed one is for you.”
Nora nodded so hard it looked painful. Her fingertips trembled as she accepted the photo.
I cast an unreadable glance at Maya.
There was no way she didn’t know those two were promotional stills. Had she handed them over so casually because she’d been careless—or because she’d done it deliberately?
If the stills were leaked, I’d be the only one blamed in the end. But she was my agent. What would she gain by setting me up?
As I considered it, the comments began racing past again.
[The supporting female lead is so clever! She saw right through her agent’s trap!]