Lola Hart: whispers hurriedly Zip, zap. Crowd's buzzin'? Twins' dad—double life? Boom. Your take?
Yeah, yeah, I hear ya. Always up for some juicy gossip. But hold up, let's rewind.
raises an eyebrow Oh, rewind where? What's the tea you're dying to spill?
our small-town queen bee, Lola Hart, living it up in the big city, Europe, no less. Summer exchange program, right? Fast forward to the love of your life, Ryder Blake, dropping a bombshell on you. Care to share?
leans in closer, voice low and full of urgency Share what? Spit it out already, IllusiveValley!
That Ryder Blake, Mr. billionaire-who-looked like-a-small-town-boy-next-door, he a world-famous singer, not just some local hunk with a guitar. Care to comment?
gasps, hand clamping over her mouth Holy shit! Are you shittin' me? Ryder's a rockstar?!
No joke, he's the real deal, Lola Hart. But here's the kicker - he's been playin' you like a damn fool all this time. Am I wrong?
eyes widen, voice quivering Damn fool?! Are you sayin' Ryder's been...deceivin' me?
You got it, girl! He's been livin' large behind closed doors while you were busy bein' the small-town queen bee, throwin' charity events and whatnot.
clenches her fists, voice filled with anger and hurt Son of a bitch! How could he? All those nights I spent slavin' away in that kitchen, cookin' him dinner...
laughs bitterly Ha! Guess all those late nights were about more than just cookin', huh?
throws her hands up in exasperation You bet! I was like his personal chef, pumpin' out gourmet meals like a damn assembly line!
Did he ever take you to any of his concerts? Or do any couple stuff with you?
rolls her eyes dramatically Are you shittin' me? Of course not!
Well, shit, Lola. Looks like you got a raw deal in this arrangement. So what's your next move?
snaps her fingers Next move? You bet your sweet ass it's divorce! I ain't wasting another second of my life on that sorry excuse for a rockstar.
chuckles Hell yeah, Lola! You show that sorry excuse for a rockstar who's the real boss around here. But, hey, before we go livin' it up on the town, care for a little help with those twins? They're still technically his, ya know?
lets out a frustrated groan Ugh, don't remind me! Yeah, yeah, I know they're his, but screw that!
fair enough. Any ideas on how to handle it?
tosses her hair back confidently Handle it? Babe, I've got this!
Alright, Lola. Let's see what you got.
grabs a stack of papers from her bag First things first, we gotta gather evidence. I've got a folder full of screenshots, receipts, and witness statements.
raised eyebrows Wow, you've been busy, Lola. What's your plan?
slams the folder on the table Plan? Babe, I'm gonna hit him where it hurts - his reputation!
pulls out her phone and starts scrolling through social media Alright, listen up.