Chapter 50
I was utterly disheartened, consumed by despair day after day. There was no way I would let this mother–daughter duo off the hook so easily?!
“You accuse me of stealing, then insisted that I plagiarize. Why is it that all the good things go to Kimberly, while I’m the one who has to endure these baseless accusations?”
Kimberly, who had been standing off to the side, finally lost it. She stormed over, grabbed my arm and yanked me against the wall, shouting, “Who do you think you are? How dare you try to negotiate with me?“}
“You’re just a worthless orphan! No wonder your parents abandoned you–that’s exactly what you deserve!“}
I looked at the person who was once the closest to me, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. So even someone you trusted with your whole heart could one day use the cruelest words to wound you.
“Back then, my mom took you in out of pity, nothing more. And yet, you actually think you’re somebody important? How dare you call the police!“}
She gave me a fierce shove and I collapsed onto the ground, powerless, tears streaming down my face.}
Kimberly seemed emboldened by her attack and moved to strike me again, only to be stopped by her mother.
The two of them stood over me, looking down as if I were a stray dog, sneering, “At the very least, we gave you a roof over your head and took care of you all these years. Don’t even think about running away!“}
“If you know what’s good for you, update the manuscript without a single mistake. Otherwise, don’t blame me if I sell you off to some remote village to marry one of those fools for cash!“}]
Kimberly spat on the floor and strutted out of the room, leaving silence behind her.
I wiped away nonexistent tears and glanced at the hidden camera behind me, a sly, mocking smile curling on my lips. How convenient. Everything was falling into place perfectly.
After watching them leave, I quietly opened my tablet and edited the video recording from moments ago. I made it appear as if the footage had come directly from a surveillance camera in the room, then uploaded it to the cloud for safekeeping.}
I connected my keyboard and began typing.”
Kimberly had no real talent for writing–let’s be honest, she was nothing but an empty shell. Following her demands, I updated the manuscript daily, ensuring stable uploads.
When the latest chapter was released, the comments section finally calmed down. Readers praised her, saying she had returned to her usual standard of quality.”
Meanwhile, I contacted the editor, explained the real situation and instructed her to prepare the evidence for a potential lawsuit against plagiarism.
Three days later, I rented a place near Kimberly’s home and silently monitored everything.
With my pre–written drafts and consistent updates, the novel’s progress accelerated significantly. The new book became an instant sensation. Riding the wave of popularity, Kimberly leveraged the buzz and secured an early contract for a TV adaptation, preparing to turn the story into a drama series.
The books Kimberly had plagiarized in the past were also gaining traction, drawing the attention of publishers who invited her to host book signing events.
Kimberly was raking in money hand over fist. But the higher she climbed, the harder she’d fall someday.
I thought that after reaping these rewards, she and her mother would finally settle down–at the very least, behave themselves a little. But no, Kimberly continued hosting livestreams, subtly taking jabs at me whenever she could.
Even her mother wouldn’t let up, constantly airing grievances about me.}
“Ruth doesn’t even have the decency to stay in touch with us anymore,” her mother said bitterly. “I raised her, helped her achieve success and what do I get? She disappears without a word of gratitude. It’s truly heartbreaking.”
Kimberly, standing in front of the livestream camera, eagerly added fuel to the fire. “She even insulted her readers, calling them gullible fools who don’t belong in the web novel community.”
I lay in bed, scrolling through her livestream on my tablet. Quietly, I created a new account and uploaded the video of our argument from that day.
I paid some bots to boost the post’s visibility and it didn’t take long before Kimberly noticed the sudden shift in her livestream’s comment section. Her face darkened as she read the messages, clenching her teeth, speechless with rage.
[Go watch the video–she’s the real plagiarist! Ruth was just her ghostwriter!]
