“My chance at love is right here. I have to go
catch it!”
She hung up.
I laughed.
If she wanted to be watched and live-
streamed, who am I to stop her?
:
Ashley didn’t call for days.
The only message she sent me was, “Chloe,
Г
Yeah, she was probably shacked up with the
creep behind the camera.
I chuckled.
Who knows who or what–she latched onto
this time?
Then, at work, Ashley called.
The video showed her in a flimsy negligee,
eyes sparkling, cheeks flushed, with hickeys
all over her neck.
“Chloe, wire me $30,000, stat! I need it.”
Like she was asking for spare change.
I raised an eyebrow and said, “Honey, you
く
know I’m broke. I don’t have $30,000 or even
$10,000.”
Ashley frowned.
“Can’t you take out a loan? It’s easy to get
$30,000.”
I almost laughed out loud.
She expected me to take out a loan…for her?
She seemed to realize she was going too far.
She softened her voice, all sweetness and
light.
“Chloe, the guy with the camera is a total
baller. I’m living in his mansion!”
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“He can’t get enough of me.” She ran her
fingers over a hickey.
“It’s his birthday soon. As his girlfriend, I need
to get him something cool.”
“Once I’m his wife, I’ll have millions to throw
around! A little bit will be enough for you!”
I rolled my eyes and said, “If you don’t need
my help, get your own loan.”
Then I hung up.
Ashley immediately called back.
When I refused the call, she sent me a million
angry messages.
She even threatened to get her rich boyfriend
1110 up.
I ignored her.
Instead, I called my mom.
“You said you’d introduce me to some rich
guy. Did you have any photos?”
A few minutes later, a photo of a completely
different guy popped up on my phone.
It wasn’t the face I saw at the police station
last time.
Talk about a plot twist.
Ashley was trying to snag a rich guy, but I
was born into that life.
kont it quint
Г
My parents kept it quiet.
They wanted me to work for my keep and find
my own way.
The whole thing was weird, so I asked my
mom about it.
That creep behind the camera wasn’t the real
deal.
Ashley got herself killed over some wannabe
trust fund kid.
I laughed.
I turned down the loan, and assumed I
wouldn’t see Ashley again.
Then 2 month later.
Г
Then, a month later, I came home from work
and my front door was wide open.
I started running.
I burst in, and ran into Ashley waltzing out of
my bedroom.
“Wow. You act like you have nothing, but you
have all kinds of treasures here.”
“Why would you keep all of this from me
when I needed it?”
“Oh, Chloe. You’re home early!” She hid a
handbag behind her.
I caught a glimpse of a pearl necklace
sticking out.
My parents gifted me that necklace for my
birthday. It was worth a fortune!
“This is my house, I should be asking the
questions.” I glared.
Ashley only hesitated for a second, then
frowned.
“Don’t give me that attitude. I haven’t even
yelled at you for this!”
“You’re rich, and you wouldn’t loan me some
money?”
I could not believe her audacity.
“I said no. That gives you the right to steal?”
“Give it back.”
Г
“Spoil sport,” Ashley pouted.
“I am pregnant! I’m having a baby with a rich
man!”
“I’ll be rich, and your chump change won’t
compare to what I have.”
She puffed out her chest.
Did she really think she was going to get
away with this?
Fuming, I grabbed my phone to call the
police.
Ashley saw it, got weird in the face, and
grabbed it.
“Who said you could call the cops?”
Two bodyguards walked out of the bedroom.
Ashley said, “Tie her up!”
I knew it was bad.
I barely made it a few steps before the
bodyguards yanked me back.
They twisted my arms behind my back, and
shoved me in front of Ashley.
She looked down at me with pure disgust.
The next second, she slapped me across the
face.
“Smack!”
