Chapter 1

My secret habit of reading smut online was exposed.

My carefully curated innocent, pure-girl image crumbled to dust.

At the press conference for my new show, I accidentally stepped on my hemline and dropped straight to my knees in front of the reigning A-list movie star.

Racking my brain in pure panic, I belted out at top volume:

"I am completely conquered by your grace!"

Well, since my sweet persona is dead anyway, I might as well unleash my true, chaotic self!!

#FelicityReadsSmut

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#FelicityReadAFanficSmutStarringOscarWinnerJulian

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Looking at the trending page, I, the culprit, felt deep, genuine regret. How on earth did I let anyone catch me?

All those years spent building my sweet, harmless sweetheart persona—completely down the drain.

At this point, PR damage control was useless. My manager chewed me out over the phone and told me to fend for myself.

And she was a woman of her word. She signed me up for an extreme survival reality show: Into the Wild.

When the helicopter dropped me onto a deserted, untamed island, my brain melted. I felt like an innocent stray dog minding its own business, only to get randomly kicked in the ribs.

Helpless. Fragile. Terrified.

Wait, why the hell was Julian Vance here too?

Was the universe afraid I wouldn’t cringe hard enough to dig myself an entire Barbie Dreamhouse with my bare toes?

The director flashed an eight-tooth smile in the blazing sun. "Welcome everyone to Into the Wild! Guests, please say hello to our livestream audience."

[The innocent flower girl is really here! Hahaha! Getting shipped off to an extreme survival show because of smut—she’s literally the first celebrity ever to pull this off!!]

[The casting team is pure genius. Isn't this going to embarrass Felicity to death? A blood petition to put them in the same team!! I want to see how she faces Oscar-winner Julian!!]

[Seconded!! Sign me up!!]

I glanced to my left, then to my right, thoroughly perplexed.

"Why are Mr. Vance and I the only guests here? Did the production spend their entire budget just booking him?"

Blame my unfiltered mouth. Julian turned his head, his sharp gaze locking onto me.

"The rules state that guests are split into teams of two, entering the jungle from different drop zones around the island. The first team to locate the exit wins the cash prize."

I’d been rushed out here so fast that I hadn't bothered to read the rulebook at all.

I nodded in sudden enlightenment, only to realize I was stuck with the legendary superstar Julian Vance. Not a single drop of joy sparked in my chest—only a desperate urge to burst into tears.

Did Julian actually know I read dirty fanfiction about him?

If this wasn’t hell on earth, I didn’t know what was.

The director pointed at the backpacks dumped on the ground. "Here are your basic supplies. Drones will follow you the entire way. You may tap out if you face insurmountable danger. Clues to the exit are scattered throughout the jungle. Good luck, you two!"

I watched the director hop back into the helicopter and take off, completely unbothered.

Julian swung one pack over his shoulder and hefted the other. "It’s a bit heavy. Want me to carry some of your gear in mine?"

Alarm bells instantly clanged in my head. My brow furrowed, sensing foul play. "Are you trying to steal my supplies?"

"We haven't even stepped foot into the woods yet, and you're already plotting my demise? Are you getting revenge because I read about you going at it seven rounds a night in that fanfic?"

[Her sweet persona is dead, and her skin is thicker than the Great Wall of China. Nothing can break through that face.]

[Felicity, Julian barely uses social media! He probably had no clue, and now you just confessed to his face! That's insane! Queen behavior!]

Julian shoved the backpack straight into my arms, his tone undeniably annoyed.

"It seems Miss Felicity has quite an opinion of me. You really think I'm the type of man who steals from women?"

Who would dare hold an opinion against you?

A tsunami of cyberbullying was already waving at me from the near future.

My manager’s furious shrieks practically echoed in the sky.

I strapped the bag onto my back. "Not at all, Mr. Vance! Don't treat me like a woman. Consider me your bro. Once I find the exit and snatch that prize money, I’ll swear blood brotherhood with you."