“You did that on purpose!” Gianna shrieked, hopping back.
“Oh, my bad,” Amelia said sweetly, but then dangled the bloody gills right in front of her. “Want me to wipe it off for you?”
Gianna recoiled three steps, her face green. The chat lost its mind.
Viewers felt like they’d just popped the cork off a bottle of champagne-pure satisfaction.
Amelia finished preparing the fish, and before long, a line of customers stretched in front of her stall.
She didn’t just sell whole fish. She filleted, portioned, and even recommended cooking methods on the spot.
“Auntie, if you’ve got a toddler at home, steam this bass-it’s mild and tender.”
“Sir, since your back’s been giving you trouble, take this eel for soup. Add one of my spice packs, it’ll help.”
“Ma’am, for spicy boiled fish, I’ll slice this one thin for you-just toss it straight in the pot.”
The chat went wild.
[This is next-level service!]
[Open a fish market already-I’ll be there every day.]
[Gianna’s cracking me up-gloves on, won’t even touch the fish.]
[Yeah, she’s done. I’m officially unfollowing.]
And it was true-Gianna’s side was a disaster.
She stood way behind the stall, keeping as much distance from the tanks as possible. When customers came, she pinched her nose and waved them to pick their own fish.
Her partner, Patricia, frowned and finally snapped, “Gianna, are you gonna help sell these fish or what?”
What rotten luck, being stuck on the same team as Gianna.
Patricia called her out by name, so Gianna couldn’t escape.
With visible disgust, she pinched a tiny fish between two fingers. Smack! The fish flicked its tail right across her face.
“Ahhh!” she shrieked, hurling it away. It landed squarely on a little girl passing by, sending the child into tears.
The cameras caught every second. The livestream chat exploded.
[Unbelievable. That’s too much.]
[If that’s how she treats a child, it tells you everything about her character.]
[Seriously, the difference is night and day.]
[She had us all fooled before. Guess you never really know someone.]
[Kick Gianna out of the show already!]
Gianna wanted to scream.
Was this whole place cursed?
Nothing went her way.
God, please let the viewers have missed that.
After that mess, nobody wanted to buy fish from their stall anymore.
Meanwhile, Amelia’s side had already sold out completely. Customers lined up, waiting for her to gut and fillet fish on the spot.
Her movements were smooth and efficient, the knife flashing in her steady hands. Even the stall owner gave her a thumbs-up. “Girl, you’re better at this than I am.”
Amelia smiled, wiped the sweat off her brow. “You’re flattering me. How could I compare with you?”
The chat went insane.
[Help! How is wiping sweat this hot?!]
[She’s killing me-cool, tough, and gorgeous.]
[How did we not notice Amelia’s charm before?]
On the other side, Gianna’s agent was on the verge of a breakdown.
Watching her client’s disastrous performance on the screen, her hands shook with fury. “That idiot! Do you know how much the company invested to build her up?”
Even if it was her own company, sinking so much money into a lost cause was enough to make her bleed inside.
By the end, Amelia’s stall had the highest sales, winning her team first pick of dinner ingredients.
That night’s haul was the best they’d seen in days: grouper, crab, giant shrimp.
Cooked by Amelia’s hands, it became a seafood feast.
She didn’t keep it to herself-she let everyone eat.
For once, Gianna kept her mouth shut.
Now, only one last mission remained before the reality show wrapped.
Word was, this one would be the hardest yet. No one knew if they’d make it through.
At the Nygard Residence, the family was busy plotting over the company.
Thirty percent of the Nygard Group’s shares still sat in Amelia’s hands.
All they could think about was how to get them back.
With Amelia away filming, the whole family huddled together, scheming.
That evening, Emery brought it up casually. “By the way, hasn’t Gianna been gone for about a week now? Shouldn’t she be coming back soon?”
“Yes, Mom. Just one more day,” Marcelo replied.
He’d been swamped with company affairs, leaving Gianna’s situation in her agent’s hands.
Nothing seemed wrong so far.
“Didn’t that show have a livestream? Put it on the big screen-I want to see how she’s doing,” Emery said, sounding eager.
Marcelo grabbed the remote and switched it on.
But instead of Gianna shining, the first image was Amelia-cool, steady, handling a live fish with precision-while Gianna stood off to the side, face twisted in disgust.
“What-what’s this?” Emery’s expression darkened instantly. “Why isn’t Gianna doing anything?”
Marcelo muttered. “Probably something arranged by the producers.”
But then Gianna’s scream rang out through the speakers.
The screen showed her flinging a fish into a little girl’s arms, the comment feed filling with scorn.
The entire Nygard family froze.
“Outrageous!” Raymond slammed the table, rising to his feet. “What do those viewers know? Gianna’s been pampered since birth-of course, she doesn’t know how to do grunt work!”
Marcelo’s gaze stayed locked on the screen, his voice measured. “Still … Amelia is doing well.”
Maxwell scowled. “Don’t start praising that ungrateful brat! She’s deliberately embarrassing Gianna. She’s nothing but a stray-let her do the dirty work.”
Emery stared at the screen, whispering to herself, “But Gianna’s always so good at home. Why does she look like this on the show?”
The comments flashing across the screen were brutal, making Gianna look like a stranger to her mother.
Maxwell growled, “It has to be for drama. But why isn’t Amelia being used to prop Gianna up? Marcelo, didn’t you already talk to the director?”
“This is a livestream. It’s raw. The director can’t control everything,” Marcelo replied, regret creeping into his voice. Sending them on this show had been a mistake.
They’d thought it would drag Amelia down and push Gianna’s career higher.
Instead, it had completely backfired.
Emery’s heart ached at the insults flooding the screen. “Marcelo, call the production team right now. Tell them to cut Gianna’s screen time! If this keeps going, her image will be ruined!”
Marcelo shook his head. “Mom, the livestream is almost finished. If we switch things up now, the audience will only get angrier.”
“Oh my, what should we do? Gianna must be terrified in such an unfamiliar place, that’s why she’s messing up. And now people online are blowing it up and tearing her apart. She’s been spoiled her whole life so how could she handle something like this?”
His mother was literally pacing around in panic.
“Calm down, Mom. I already asked Melissa to manage it. Just one more day left. After that, I’ll arrange some events to help Gianna repair her reputation,” Marcelo assured her.
Truthfully, that was how Gianna had been promoted from the beginning, by throwing money at publicity, stirring up gossip, and shaping her public image.
This time, his mom finally nodded. She felt a bit calmer.
Meanwhile, behind the scenes, the director announced the last challenge.
“Okay, everyone! The final round of the show is … Survival on an uninhabited island! You’ll spend 24 hours there, complete missions, and locate the treasure we’ve hidden!”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.