Thanks to the deliberate manipulation of a few key players over the past few days, my post, attached with the incriminating files, gained massive traction the moment it was released. Views and clicks surged, and the number of comments and likes grew exponentially.Just then, my phone started blowing up. I glanced at the screen and recognized the all-too-familiar number. I picked up the call and immediately switched on the recording feature.On the other end, Vincent’s angry voice erupted, "Suzy, have you lost your mind? You’re going to ruin Denise with this!""How can you be such a hypocrite? It’s okay for her to post things to stir up online hate, but I’m not allowed to clear things up? “It was just a post! It’s not like you were really harmed, so delete it right now!""So, it was really her who made that post." With that, I hung up, packaging the recorded call and the IP address I had previously traced and uploaded them to the forum thread.The comment section exploded once again
She spent money extravagantly, and even with Vincent’s occasional support, she barely scraped by. Yet, in her pride, she refused to lower herself by taking a job. The scholarship was essentially her only source of income.I took this opportunity to expose Vincent’s true nature as a freeloader, something that must have stung him more than anything else—his pride was everything to him.Days passed, and Vincent still hadn’t repaid the money he owed. Just when I was ready to involve the Young family’s legal team, I received a notification—his payment had come through. Vincent had actually paid the debt.I couldn’t help but feel disappointed, but the more I thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. Vincent had always relied on the monthly allowance I gave him. Even if he had tried to earn or borrow money, there was no way he could’ve raised such a large amount so quickly. Who was secretly helping him?Alarm bells went off in my head. I immediately reached out to some friends
Casually pointing to a few items, I said to the sales associate, "Wrap everything up except for these."Then, I met Denise’s gaze and smiled. "Miss Walsh, since you're so wealthy, this should be a piece of cake for you, right?"Denise clearly hadn’t expected me to be so shameless. Her face paled as she stared at me, but pride forced her to swallow her anger and head to the counter to pay. After taking a moment to compose herself, she calmly entered her PIN.But the next second, the sales associate politely said, "I’m sorry, miss, but your card has been frozen."Denise's face flashed with shock, quickly turning bright red. "That’s impossible. Try it again!" she insisted.The associate swiped the card over and over, but her expression grew more uncomfortable with each attempt. Her subtle, disdainful glances felt like invisible slaps across Denise’s face.When Denise’s phone rang, she grabbed it like a lifeline, fumbling to answer. In her haste, she accidentally put it on speaker, and
I rubbed my temples, trying to relieve the tension, and continued flipping through the pages. But when I saw that the person in charge of the company was Liam, a chill crept up my spine. My hands trembled as I poured myself a cup of hot water, preparing to keep reading.Just then, a knock came at the door.I peeked through the peephole—it was Liam. He stepped inside and immediately began unpacking the bags he’d brought, heading straight to the kitchen to busy himself with dinner. I leaned quietly against the door, watching him.Though it had only been a few months, Liam’s presence had transformed. The boyishness from his student days was gone, replaced by the confidence of a mature man. His tailored suit accentuated his frame, giving him an air of refined yet effortless elegance.Could it be him?As I made my way to the dining table, the thought lingered in my mind. I couldn’t shake the possibility, though deep down, I had already reached a conclusion. Both in my heart and in my g
Denise, seeing Vincent emerge from the shadows, immediately started screaming, "Vincent, help me!"She struggled against her restraints, causing her loose jacket to slip off, revealing the hospital gown underneath. Her pale skin flashed in front of the men, and I caught sight of the blond-haired thug eyeing her, his gaze lingering as he swallowed hard, his hand creeping toward the edge of her clothes.Denise let out a terrified scream, her eyes filling with tears as she glanced helplessly at the man.Vincent, seeing this, dropped to his knees in front of the man who seemed to be in charge. "Jason, please, let go of my girlfriend! The woman next to her—she’s the Young family heiress! She can definitely pay off the debt! If you can’t get the money from her, use her as leverage. I’m sure her mother, Susan Young, would pay anything to get her back."A chill ran down my spine as I realized what was happening—Vincent had gotten himself deep into debt with loan sharks. And now, he was shame
As I met Denise's venomous gaze, my satisfaction reached its peak.Beside me, Liam was quietly checking me over for injuries. I poked the corner of his mouth with my finger. "What’s wrong? Did I scare you?"He didn’t say a word, just pulled me into a tight embrace, holding me as if he wanted to fuse me into his very bones. I froze, feeling the warmth of his silent tears against my neck. I patted his back gently, soothing him as if comforting a child."Don’t ever do something so dangerous by yourself again," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "When I saw you in that man’s hands, I thought my heart would stop.""I had a backup plan, didn’t I?" I replied, playfully dangling the modified necklace in front of him. It had a tiny tracking device inside, ensuring that Liam could locate me even without a phone.He took the necklace and slowly pocketed it, a hint of stubbornness in his tone. "Next time, don’t bring this. Bring me."I laughed at his seriousness and quickly agreed to his
"I see where your homewrecker tendencies come from—it’s in your blood." I sneered, my gaze landing on the woman next to William, fanning the flames.When William’s hand came flying toward me, I didn’t flinch. I took the slap head-on. Wiping the blood from the corner of my mouth, I steadied myself and, with all my strength, returned the slap just as hard.Denise gasped in shock, her lips trembling as she instinctively tried to back away. I wasn’t about to let her off that easily. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I slapped her across the face, my movements swift as lightning."What are you staring at? Want some too? Sure, I’ve got plenty to go around."Both father and daughter stood there, stunned, their wide eyes locked on each other, unsure how to react. After I was done with them, I turned my attention to the woman. Only then did she realize the danger, covering her face in fear as she tried to back away."You’ve lost your mind! Mrs. Zoe, bring the belt!" William snapped out of his
Denise froze as if stunned. After a long pause, she suddenly tore the paternity test into pieces, tears streaming down her face as she threw herself into William’s arms. "Dad, I’m your child! Don’t listen to these lies!"But Denise didn’t notice the ashen-faced woman standing beside her, whose trembling hand gave her away. I placed a small recording device on the table, and under the woman’s shocked gaze, I pressed play."Are you saying Denise is my child?""When we broke up, I was already pregnant. I worked so hard to keep it hidden from William."I didn’t want Denise to grow up without a father, but William has another child now. There’s no way he can give all his attention to my Denise.""So, what’s your plan now?""I’m going to squeeze everything I can out of William and then move abroad with Denise to live the good life."The voice on the recording was unmistakably Denise’s mother.William gasped, clutching his chest, his finger trembling as he pointed at the woman. Realizing sh