Framed By The Pop Star

A trending young pop star had secretly checked into our luxury hotel. I was working at the front desk when I received a frantic call from him. He claimed he had slipped in the shower, probably broken his leg, and begged me to rush up and help. Yet the second I walked in to check on his injury, he tackled me to the ground and tore off every stitch of my clothes. Moments later, a swarm of paparazzi burst through the door, snapping dozens of compromising photos of us. That very day, I was dragged through the mud online, branded a "slut," a "whore," a "cheap gold digger," and "the desperate hotel maid who climbed into a star's bed." Even my closest coworker turned on me with disgust: "I told you to go rescue him, not to sleep with him!" The scandal blew up completely. I was fired from the hotel, my reputation was utterly destroyed, and my parents—claiming I had brought shame upon the family—kicked me out onto the streets. Driven into hopeless despair, I threw myself off the hotel’s rooftop. What I never expected was that the day after my death, that same pop star signed a massive new movie deal and announced his solo arena tour! The truth was, he had been having an illicit affair with his sister-in-law in that room. When he was tipped off that reporters were storming the hotel to catch them, he fabricated the entire scene, setting me up to take the fall and cover up their dirty secret. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the exact day I received that phone call! "Hello, front desk? I fell in my room and can't stand up. I think my leg's broken. Get up here and help me right now!" The voice on the other end was frantic. Seeing me frozen in place, my coworker Wendy nudged my shoulder. "Hey, Chloe, why are you just standing there? What are you waiting for? Go check on him!" Realizing I had traveled back in time, I answered without a second thought: "No." Wendy stared at me, completely caught off guard by my blunt refusal. Hearing no response, the man on the phone lost all patience. "I’m a VIP guest at this hotel! Help me out and I’ll make it worth your while. But if anything happens to me, your management will be held accountable, and you’ll be the very first person fired!" Wendy quickly tapped on her computer screen to check the reservation details. "Wait... the guest in Room 502 is Julian Vance! The superstar! My ultimate celebrity crush! When did he even check in?!" Wendy’s eyes lit up with wild excitement, practically drooling over the screen. Then, as if realizing something, she pulled a mock expression of pity. "Chloe, this is once-in-a-lifetime! Go up there right now!" I smiled inwardly. A great opportunity? Sure—an opportunity to drag me straight into hell. Julian Vance was a narcissistic, ruthless scumbag who stopped at nothing to protect himself. This alleged injury was nothing more than a calculated trap, and Wendy had been his willing accomplice in pushing me off the ledge. I glanced sideways at her. "Wendy, isn't Julian your dream guy? Since it's such an amazing opportunity, why don't I give it to you?" Wendy rubbed her hands together, a blush rising on her cheeks as she barely contained her excitement. "I mean, I could help..." Then she dipped her head, murmuring under her breath, "Wait, what about my shift pay?" "You know the drill. If I abandon the front desk, the manager will spot it on the cameras and dock my pay. That’s an automatic eighty-dollar penalty!" "Oh, so your idol isn't even worth eighty bucks to you?" I put heavy emphasis on the eighty dollars, letting the sarcasm drip from every word. I had almost forgotten—Wendy was notorious around the hotel for being a stingy penny-pincher. Losing a single dollar felt like cutting off a piece of her flesh. Look at her: still as hypocritical and selfish as ever. In my past life, to suck up to Julian, she maliciously slandered me before the press and spread vile, degrading rumors about me during live streams. I remembered every single detail. Now, looking at her and listening to that voice on the phone only made me sick to my stomach. Slipping and breaking a leg? What a pathetic load of crap! Julian was busy hooking up with his sister-in-law in that room and had just found out paparazzi were about to ambush them. In my previous life, the moment I took that call, I hadn't doubted him for a second. I had rushed upstairs like an eager fool to help. Finding Julian collapsed on the floor, groaning and clutching his leg, I had grabbed a blanket to cover him and pulled out my phone to dial 911. I never imagined that before I could even dial, he would lunge forward, pin me down, and rip my clothes off. I screamed, asking what he was doing, and he claimed he had fallen for me at first sight. I didn't buy a single word and warned him: "Let go of me right now, or I'm calling the police!" He overpowered me easily, leaving me completely stripped down within seconds. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, holding me against his bare chest. "I saw you the second I checked in today. Love at first sight. I promise I'll take full responsibility for you." It was only then that I recognized his face—Julian Vance, the nation's biggest pop sensation. Before I could process another thought, a horde of reporters kicked the door open, flashing their cameras in a frenzy. The moment the flashbulbs lit up, Julian kicked me violently away onto the floor. "You shameless bitch! How dare you sneak into my room and crawl into my bed?!"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!"God truly was blind back then. Julian had reached the pinnacle of his career on the back of that scandalous setup and my suicide. After his new movie's premiere, while Rachel was handing him cold towels in his luxury van, my wandering spirit overheard their conversation: "Rachel, thank God you were quick on your feet. If you hadn't warned me about the paparazzi and told me to use that front desk girl as a scapegoat, my affair with Evelyn would’ve blown up. My brother would have slaughtered me, and Julie's family would have ruined my life." "Before that clerk came in, Evelyn was hiding right behind the door. Once the reporters rushed inside, she slipped away during the chaos. That smoke-and-mirrors trick was pure genius!" "And honestly, that maid dying was the best part. It gave me endless press coverage. Without her, I never would've landed this level of hype." Rachel handed him a bottle of water with a smirk. "Tell me about it." "Hotel workers are paid to solve problems for their guests anyway. Think of it as her doing her job. For a nobody like her, paving the way for a superstar like you was an honor. She died for a noble cause, haha!" They burst into cruel laughter together. My soul shuddered in fury, yet I was powerless to touch them. I had to watch helplessly as Julian took on blockbuster after blockbuster, booked sold-out stadiums, hired Wendy as his personal assistant, and married his wealthy girlfriend while having a kid—all while sneaking around continuing his dirty affair with his sister-in-law behind closed doors. He lived the most luxurious, untouchable life. I never dreamed that fate would actually show mercy and give me a second chance! This time, I would never let myself fall into the hell that bastard prepared for me. Wendy was clearly irritated by my attitude. She glared at me, pulled out her phone, and tagged the manager in our WhatsApp work group. "Manager, you need to handle Chloe! Room 502's guest fell and desperately needs help, but she refuses to go! She's on roaming support duty today, so this is strictly her responsibility!" "She even tried to push me into leaving my post to do her job so you would fine me! She’s lazy and toxic!" "You should dock her pay to teach her a lesson and show her she can't treat our guests this way!" The manager fired back instantly in the group chat: "Chloe, go up there right now! That is an order!" Wendy shot me a smug, triumphant grin, her eyes practically screaming: See? You have no choice! I immediately clutched my stomach, crouched onto the floor, and typed back with trembling fingers: "Manager, please don't misunderstand. It's not that I don't want to go, I literally can't! I must have eaten something bad at lunch.” “My stomach is cramping violently right now. If I had an accident inside a VIP's room, it would ruin our hotel's reputation, which is why I held back..." The manager sent a facepalm emoji. "Wendy, you go!" She tagged Wendy directly. "Manager, does that count as leaving my post? You won't dock my pay, right?" "Stop wasting time! No fines! If you're late, I'll dock your pay for real! Chloe, cover the desk for Wendy while she's gone. I'm coming down shortly." Wendy turned to me with a venomous sneer, her lips curving into a patronizing smirk. "See that? A blessing like this doesn't need your charity! God is watching! A pathetic loser like you doesn't deserve this kind of luck." "Enjoy spending your shift on the toilet while I go see my dream guy, haha!" She made a mocking face at me and practically skipped toward the elevator for Room 502. Her steps couldn't have been lighter. She was practically humming a tune! Yes, Wendy. God really is watching. Watching her disappear down the hall, I could hardly wait to see the look on her face when those cameras kicked the door down.