Unscripted

Im the most notorious actress in Hollywood.

My agency booked me on a new wilderness survival show with one condition: I had to be the villain and make their new Americas Sweetheart look good.

The problem? The day we arrived, we lost contact with the entire crew. The reality show became a real survival situation.

So, I built a shelter, trapped wild game, and started a fire. I was thriving.

Meanwhile, the "perfect" idols were having screaming matches, fighting over supplies, and having complete meltdowns.

What none of us knew? The hidden cameras were still rolling. And the whole thing was streaming live, 24/7.

1.
"Two hundred thousand. That's my final offer."

"Three hundred thousand," I countered. "Not a penny less."

My agent, Mark, looked like he was about to have an aneurysm. "Bella! Are you delusional? Your reputation is toxic. The studio is doing you a favor by booking you. You should be grateful!"

And whose fault was my reputation?

When I refused to have "drinks" with an investor, the studio leaked stories that I was a diva. When I had an eye infection, they said I was rolling my eyes at a veteran actor. When a co-star from my own agency groped me and I pushed him off, I was the one blacklisted for "bullying a rookie."

I took a calm sip of water. "Two hundred grand to participate, I can accept. But to go on national TV, act like a brat, and make your new star, Evie, look like an angel? That's an extra hundred thousand."

My contract was up in two months. He knew it. He huffed, but he agreed.

After signing the contract for Wilderness: Ten Days and Nights, I walked out humming.

It was perfect. As soon as my contract expired, I was done. Quitting the industry.

My first stop: the Amazon. I already had the spot picked out.

God, I couldn't wait.

Before I was "Bella," I was "Sky," an anonymous survival blogger with over a million followers on my streaming channel. Twice a year, Id do a live broadcast from the middle of nowhere.

Then I got scouted in a mall and spent two years in this hellhole.

I was rusty. I was itching for a challenge. This show was just a paid vacation.

My friend texted me: Look at Twitter.

I didn't have to. I knew the cycle. The studio's PR machine was already spinning.

#BellaTheBitch joins #Evie on new reality show.

The comments were... predictable.

Half for Evie:

"OMG my girl is going on a show with LIAM! Squeee!" "Ugh, but a survival show? My poor baby, she's too delicate!" "Evie, we love you!"

And half for me:

"How does she still have a career? Who is she sleeping with?" "I swear, if I have to see her face, I'm gonna be sick. Can't they replace her?" "Bella on a survival show? She'll probably try to poison the others." "Stay away from Evie, you psycho!"

I glanced at the comments, completely unfazed, and closed my eyes for a nap.

2.
The day of filming arrived.

We were flown by helicopter to a remote, uninhabited island. The crew searched our bags, confiscated all our food, and gave us each one bottle of water.

Evie had to surrender a hidden bag of potato chips. She pouted at the camera, giving them a tiny wave. "Goodbye, little chips. I'll miss you."

I suppressed an eye-roll. The live chat would eat that up. She's so adorable. Evie knew how to play the game.

There were five of us. Me, Evie, and three men: the triple-Oscar-winning actor Liam, and two former boy-band members, Jay and Finn.

Just my luck. Jay was the rookie who'd groped me, now a red-hot solo artist at a rival agency.

He saw me and immediately walked over, hand outstretched, a slimy smile on his face. I just turned my back and walked away.

I knew I'd get slammed for it.

But I was 60 days from freedom. I didn't care.

Our first task was to hike, alone, to a "pre-set base camp." Our luggage would be waiting.

Before we left, I palmed a Swiss Army knife from the prop table.

As I did, I saw Liam watch me. He didn't say anything. He just picked up a lighter.

3.
We hiked for an hour. When we reached the coordinates, there was... nothing.

Just a dense, mosquito-infested jungle. No camp. No crew. No luggage.

"What's going on? Where is everyone?" Evie asked.

"Did we take a wrong turn?" Jay said.

Liam, calm as ever, just said, "Call them."

There was no camera crew with us on the hike. But when we pulled out our phones... no signal.

Evie's sweet-girl mask cracked. "Fuck! What is this?!"

Jay and Finn just stared. This was not the "America's Sweetheart" they knew.

Jay, apparently just as fake, pulled a pack of cigarettes from inside his sock. Evie immediately held out her hand. "Give me one."

She put it to her lips, then realized. "Shit. Anyone got a light?"

"Fuck!" Jay kicked a tree. "What is this place? Where the hell are they?"

I glanced at Liam. He was calmly watching the chaos, his lighter presumably safe in his pocket.

A smart one.

Finn just looked at the sky. "It's getting dark."

Jay kept kicking the tree.

None of them saw the tiny red light blinking from a fake rock in the bushes.

The live feed was currently filled with Jay's furious face.

Wilderness: Ten Days and Nights had been the #1 live event since it launched two hours ago. It now had ten million concurrent viewers.

This was the real show: use hidden cameras to see what "perfect" celebrities do when they think no one is watching.

The entire production was top secret. Not even the agencies knew.

The live chat was losing its mind.

"Whoa... Evie's been smoking for years. Look at how she holds it." "She's an adult? She can smoke?" "Yeah, but Jay's language... my 'pure' boy... ??" "Dude, if you were dumped on an island, you'd be cussing too." "Right? It's just... real. I love it!" "Jay smoking is kinda hot..." "Wait, why is Bella so calm? She's just... looking around." "What's she doing?"

4.
I'd found a large, fallen log. I was using my knife to chisel at a rotten spot.

"What are you doing?" Evie asked, her voice dripping with disdain.

"Finding a place to sleep."

Jay sauntered over. "Need some 'manpower' for that, sweetheart?"

"Get lost," I said.

He sneered. "Still pissed about last year? I barely touched you. Besides, I've had way hotter women than you..."

His words were cut off by a loud CRACK as I split a section of the log.

I flipped the knife in my hand, catching it by the handle. The blade was pointing right at him.

Jay swallowed.

He backed off.

5.
The live chat exploded.

"Wait... what did he just say?" "Remember that 'Bella bullies rookie' scandal? That was... this?" "Jay's fans... you good? Your boy just admitted to sexual assault." "He's canceled. Oh my god, he's canceled." "This is disgusting." "They're probably faking it for the show! The audio is bad!" "Denial is a river in Egypt, sweetie." "If I were Bella, I'd have stabbed him by now." "She's been taking shit for his crime for a year." "HOLD UP. Did anyone else see Bella just... carve a shelter out of a tree trunk? In like, five minutes?" "That... that looks just like 'Sky.' The survival streamer." "Where's Liam?"

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