Chapter 4
Chapter 4
That night, I was in my bedroom’s en-suite shower.
Door to the bedroom locked, but the bathroom door? Nope-because who expects a lunatic?
I’d just stripped when Rachel barged in, phone in hand, livestreaming.
“Hey, guys! Welcome to my bedroom!”
“Let me give you a tour of my private bathroom-don’t forget to hit follow so you don’t miss anything!”
I grabbed a towel and covered myself.
“Rachel, what the hell is wrong with you?! Get out!”
I shoved her out, slammed the door, and dressed faster than I thought humanly possible.
Enough was enough.
When I stormed out, she was still livestreaming-this time filming my bedroom.
“Yup, I decorated all of this myself! Links to the products are in my bio-go add to your cart!”
I yanked the phone down from her hand.
“What the hell do you want from me? If you’re sick, go get help!”
She lowered her eyes, all meek and pitiful.
“I’m sorry, Stella… I won’t bother you again… I know I was wrong…”
In the chat, her followers were blowing up.
“Who’s this psycho using Rachel’s bathroom and calling her sick?!”
“Some people just take advantage of kind souls.”
I snapped, “This is MY house, it has nothing to do with Rachel!”
That only made the chat worse-accusing me of squatting in “Rachel’s” home, saying I was shameless.
Turns out, Rachel had been streaming from my place all week, letting her followers believe it was hers and she’d designed everything.
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Chapter 4
Peter came in after hearing the shouting.
I looked to him, hoping he’d clear things up.
Instead, he rushed to Rachel.
“Hey, you okay? What happened? I’ll handle it.”
The chat went wild-cheering on “their couple,” calling me names, even accusing me of leaving the
bathroom door unlocked to seduce “the man of the house.”
The top comment:
“What a thirsty homewrecker-trying to steal Rachel’s man.”
I’d never been this humiliated in my life.
Through blurry eyes, I looked at Peter.
He could’ve ended it with one sentence. But he turned his head away.
In that moment, something in me froze solid.
I ordered a set of micro-cameras that night.
If they wanted crazy?
I’d give them crazy.
And every ounce of humiliation I’d felt-I’d pay back a hundred fold!
Eneraded Him to Plan Bankruptcy
