To say I was furious when Phineas revealed the bugging device is an understatement. My entire body trembled with rage at the thought of my privacy being violated. As a celebrity, I was used to having limited privacy, but I never expected to be bugged in my own studio. How did people view us celebrities? We weren't objects for public display; we were human beings, alive and breathing, who also needed moments of solitude.
I loved my fans. I really did. Without their support, I wouldn't be where I am today. Nevertheless, the one who went to the extent of stalking me when I didn't have public events or even go further to bugging my studio didn't deserve to be called my fans.
As fury roiled within me, a sudden warmth enveloped my trembling hands, clenched into tight fists. It was as if a tor
