"I dare not," she whimpered, like a small animal cowering before a predator.

Brielle settled herself onto the sofa, snorting with frustration as she perused the never-ending stream of comments flooding the phone.

The public opinion warfare had escalated into an all-out battle, with new combatants joining the fray every minute. Fans of both Brielle and Daniela were hurling insults, while passersby watched the spectacle with glee. The situation was only exacerbated by the presence of trolls, gleefully stoking the flames of the conflict.

As she scrolled through the comments, Brielle's face twisted with anger. Daniela's fans were spitting venom at her, but what was truly infuriating was the stupid confidence of her own fans. They had said that Brielle didn't give a damn about the opportunity to play the first supporting role and that she had only agreed to act in the film because of her connection to Winslow.

Brielle was in a state of boiling rage, so infuriated that she felt like tearing her hair out. She tossed the phone aside and fanned herself with both hands as if trying to extinguish the flames of anger that were burning her up.