I Ran Away After Three Years as Stand in, CEO Went Mad Chapter 12

I Ran Away After Three Years as Stand in, CEO Went Mad Chapter 12

After Declan caught me, I finally dared to show my face in my videos.

Before, I’d barely even shown my hair, terrified that Declan would notice even my split ends looked

exactly like a runaway stand-in’s.

Even though he never browsed social media.

The first time I showed my face, my followers freaked out.

[I must still be dreaming, the famous no-face girl finally shows her face.]

[Okay, I buy it now. She actually looks like the kind of girl a CEO would chase.]

Comment section full of cheesy pickup lines: [Are you a parking ticket? ‘Cause you’ve got FINE written all over you.]

Someone also spotted the obvious: [Wait, girl, isn’t your background the same as Declan’s?]

Declan had posted a photo from a mountain yesterday. Caption: [Taking a vacation.]

His straightforward caption felt like a decade of internet generation gap.

My latest video got flooded.

[So the stand-in thing wasn’t scripted? Not trolling me-that IS trolling me.]

[So I was just an NPC in a novel this whole time.]

Declan was a marketing genius.

He used the chaos to hype his new product even more.

Back in Meadowbrook with Declan, I was invited to an event hosted by the platform.

The event was basically walking around on stage and doing fake small talk with other influencers.

Before the event started, I watched the pretty influencer next to me pull out a tripod and start shouting, “Hey everyone!”

Every pretty girl who comes to Meadowbrook goes live to hook up her viewers.

What a great city-it made me pull out my tripod too.

When in Rome, I streamed for half an hour.

After I went offline, the System told me it was time for me to meet the legendary lost love.

I called it out. “Why didn’t you tell me it was his cousin earlier?”

It replied flatly, [If the main couple actually used their words, would it even be a tragedy novel anymore?]

I wanted to punch it, but it had no body.

Declan’s cousin showed up at the event.

She wore that same long yellow sundress, her hair big and fluffy, giving off major “hot mess with an Ivy League degree” energy.

She handed me a bouquet of lily of the valley and said with a smile, “I’ve been a fan of yours for

years.”

Just thinking about all that cringey CEO-stand-in crap I used to post made me want to crawl into a

hole and die.

Never being an influencer again.

Declan’s cousin was a chatterbox.

She pulled me to sit in the front row and talked nonstop.

Said Declan’s IQ was maxed out, but his EQ didn’t get any points.

His way of liking someone was to randomly ask them to be his “arrangement.”

She mimicked someone else’s tone and said, “In the circle, there’s no ‘girlfriend,’ only

‘arrangement.’ A bunch of guys without an arrangement.”

I muttered, “Keep your voice down. You’re gonna bruise their egos.”

She laughed loudly. “God, you’re hilarious.”