Love Game || Marshall Mathers

❝ Somethings burning and I can't figure out what, it's either lust or a cloud of dust ❞

[BOOK ONE]

Fame wasn't for the weak

Countless people have proven that over and over, they cracked when it got too much. They bite off more than than they can chew and expect it not to bite them in the ass

But it always did

Brittany Spears? Bald. Amy Winehouse? Drugs. Whitney Houston? Death. Notice how they get worse

Multiple people cracked under the pressure, the attention, the invasion of privacy, but me?

I didn't crack

Fame was my armor, my weapon

Use it correctly, and it's the deadliest thing on earth. If you don't, prepare to be destroyed. I hated the fame, the cameras, the spotlight, all of it. The constant pressure to be perfect

I felt it, but I wouldn't let it break me

Pop quiz, what should you do when Hollywood turns on you? Makes you out to be the villain? The bad guy in your own story?

The usual responses were deny the words or let them ruin your career. But it ends badly either way. And there is a third way

Play the part

They want a villain? Act like it. It's what I did. And it was better. But that's still in the future.....sorta

And who am I?

I'm Juniper Hazel Oakland, and this is my story...... that sounded like the start of a cheesy rom-com. Can anybody tell that my mother tried being unique with the name?

Anyway, buckle up and get some food cause this story is gonna be long, and there's only one main character