Cassidy Avery Hastings never expected that her amateur novel would be famous- or would be even read at all on Wattpad. She never expected to be like one of those authors whose published books would eventually turn out to be a top-grossing film. She wasn't "classy" she was just "plain Cassy". She had no "class", therefore, she could never write anything as good as those Classic novels she's read in English Literature, or for leisure. So why the hell, or maybe just on earth, would a world-famous prominent family want to direct and produce a film based on her book? Especially if it was it was starring their son, Adrian Drew Caster... Hollywood's notorious bad boy. *On hold and editing, but still occasionally writing* I couldn't abandon this story, so I'm writing drafts of all the chapters, and thinking of a clear and definite plot line first before posting regularly again. I know how it ends, but I need to sort out the events in between to keep it interesting and to avoid confusion. So please don't read if you're not up for excruciatingly long updates. Thank you!
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