I built the fame of superstar Ashton White, yet the whole internet claims I am just his obsessive stalker fan.   When he wanted extra scenes added to his filming schedule, I stayed up all night writing detailed character profiles and backstories for him. When his name trended on social media over rumors and gossip, I coordinated with his public relations team to help shape the narrative and manage public comments.   For three years, I managed his official fan support platform. I poured my heart and soul into helping him earn the Best Actor award. But on the very night of his victory celebration, I was removed and banned from the official fan club.   He appeared on a live broadcast with a weary, helpless expression.   "The actions of certain overzealous fans have seriously disrupted my personal life. I hope they know when to stop and respect boundaries."   Within minutes, social media erupted. The hashtag #TopStarSpeaksOutAgainstObsessiveFans shot straight to the number one trending spot.   The entire internet waited for me to turn bitter and drag his name through the mud. But I simply glanced at my bank account, where fifty million dollars had just been deposited, and left a calm, polite statement, "Understood. Wishing you a long and successful career ahead."   No one knew the truth. I only ran his fan support page because his management team paid me more than enough to make it worth my while.   Now that the final payment has cleared, it is time for me to step away from this world for good.