The Ugly Duckling's Counterattack: I went From the Quagmire to the TopChapter 1 My Dog Is As Unpopular As I Am
My sister, Stella Davis, and I entered the entertainment industry together.
But she was a rare and noble goddess who was pure and did not fight for anything.
I was a scheming actress who was willing to do anything to become famous.
One day, Mr. Lopez said he wanted to marry me.
I had a dog named Milo that loved to spin around my feet.
I was holding Milo when I was stopped by Ivan Lopez. He squinted his eyes and looked a bit disgusted.
“Don’t bring the dog with you. I hate fur flying everywhere.”
I smiled and rubbed against him, “But didn’t you touch it when you were on my bed?”
Ivan’s face darkened as he pushed me away. I turned my head to look.
Stella had helped me pack up.
She was standing at the door with a calm expression, her slender eyes slightly closed.
Without looking at Ivan, she just gave a faint order.
“You can take the things away.”
Ivan smiled when Stella spoke, his eyes shining brightly.
Ivan always said that I was lowly, but I thought he was even more lowly.
At least I wouldn’t flatter someone who didn’t like me.
But Ivan didn’t think so. He praised Stella for being untainted, like the cool moonlight.
I held Milo and followed behind them, asking, “Can I bring Milo?”
Ivan gave me a fierce look. “No.”
Then he followed Stella and walked far away. I waited until they disappeared before secretly taking another car with the dog’s nest.
It was really pitiful. My dog was as unpopular as I was.
When I arrived at Ivan’s villa, I moved into the spacious master bedroom.
This was only a small villa of Ivan, but even if it was remote, it was still better than what the company arranged for me.
At least there wouldn’t be paparazzi flashing their lights in the middle of the night here.
As usual, Ivan was rejected by Stella and came back to my room late at night with a strong smell of alcohol.
He stepped on Milo’s tail, and it let out a scream and was kicked out by Ivan.
Ivan pinched my chin and told me to discipline my dog.
I pulled down his pants and spoke in a panting and anxious voice, “What are you arguing with a dog for?”
Ivan pinched my chin and kissed my cheek randomly.
“Your sisters are really different. One is like a rare flower, and the other is as lowly as a prostitute.”
I didn’t feel sad. I had heard these words too many times.