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The Price of a Like
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My roommate had a peculiar knack for pestering everyone into liking her posts on social media, all so she could collect enough likes to claim some prize or another. It was her way of life—nagging, nudging, and guilting us into clicking that little thumbs-up. One time, the campus beauty queen liked my roommate's ad for a facial mask. Not long after, she was in a horrific car accident. The vehicle caught fire, and her face suffered severe burns, leaving her disfigured beyond recognition. Meanwhile, my roommate seemed to undergo a miraculous transformation, her complexion turning porcelain fair and flawless as though she'd been kissed by the heavens. Then there was the academic prodigy, a shoe-in for graduate school, who liked her tutoring service post. Shortly after, he was exposed for academic fraud, and his once-brilliant reputation was reduced to ashes. Strangely enough, my roommate's research paper suddenly won an award, catapulting her to fame and fortune. And me? I fell into her trap too. I liked her rental agency ad, and before I knew it, my world crumbled. A scandal erupted, revealing that I was the result of a mix-up at birth. It turned out she was the long-lost child of wealth and privilege—a hidden gem cast into the rough, now reclaimed by her rightful family. As for me, I was packed off to the countryside village she had escaped from and forced into a brutal marriage with an old man. My life became a living hell, and eventually, I died there, broken and forgotten. But fate wasn't done with me yet. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day my roommate begged me to like her post in exchange for yet another prize.
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The Price of a Like Chapter 7
I cast a cold, steely gaze at Brad, a glint of contempt flickering in my eyes. "Don't look so nervous, Brad. I've got more news," I said. "I've uncovered quite a bit about Mom's death. "You didn't expect it, did you? That Mom left the entire Henderson Group to me in her will. All these years, you waited for me to come of age, waited for the inheritance to legally fall into my hands—just so you could claim it under the guise of fatherly authority. Quite the meticulous scheme, wasn't it?" I took a step closer, locking eyes with him. "But there's one thing you didn't account for—Mom wasn't on that doomed plane." Brad's complexion turned ashen. "What nonsense are you spouting now?" he stammered. I held up my phone, pressing play on a video that filled the room with grainy footage of an airport terminal. "This is the surveillance tape from that day," I said. "Mom never boarded the plane. She bought a ticket for the next flight but left the airport after answering a phone call. Day
The Price of a Like Chapter 6
When my mother's will was made public some time ago, declaring me as the rightful heir to the Henderson Group, my father and brother had beamed with congratulations, promising to collaborate with the board members to support me. Perhaps it was then that they had schemed to prepare me for the ultimate sacrifice. For them, Penelope and Nathan were stepping stones—mere fodder to pave the way for Vanessa's grand entrance into high society. Brad, confident that I'd be unable to verify my DNA after my mother's death, banked on my disdain and fear of my uncle to sever my last familial ties. But his plot unraveled; before he could act, I had already reconnected with my uncle, turning his fabrications into a laughingstock. "Brad, you're absolutely right. Everyone should return to their rightful place," I said, my smile biting with sarcasm. "Congratulations on finding your true daughter. Naturally, as her father, you'll bear the consequences of her actions." I glanced at the team of repo
The Price of a Like Chapter 5
"I've won," I said with a calm smile, placing the piece on the board before me. "Time sure changes a young lady, doesn't it? You're no longer the timid little girl hiding behind your mother's dress," remarked the man before me, his face brimming with an almost paternal pride. He was my uncle and the master of the estate, the one man who had always stood as a pillar of support. "I've caused a bit of trouble for your father and brother," he said, leaning back. "For now, you're free to do what you need to do. And as for those peculiar social media posts from your old roommate, I've got some folks digging into them. We'll have answers soon enough. Don't worry, as long as I'm here, you'll be fine." I nodded, my eyes welling up with emotion. Looking down at my phone, I read the messages from my father and brother. It seemed it was time to head back. The grand birthday banquet they had prepared for me was being held at the finest hotel in the city. My father and brother wore expressio
The Price of a Like Chapter 4
"Why is this happening again? Even though we avoided liking her posts, why does fate refuse to let us go? Does her mere act of gathering likes seal our doom, stealing our futures?"Penelope pressed her trembling hands to her mouth, her tears spilling uncontrollably down her cheeks."My mom is gravely ill... This opportunity means everything to me." Her voice broke, the despair heavy in every word. "What am I supposed to do now?" Nathan stood silent, his lips drawn into a tight line. This eerie twist of destiny seemed to mock every shred of material logic he held dear. The weight of helplessness blanketed us, the air around us heavy and suffocating. "No... it's different," I said at last, lifting my head. "We have changed something."They both turned to me, startled. My gaze rested on Penelope's injured face, and I spoke deliberately. "In our previous lives, we were helpless pawns, swept wherever the tides of fate carried us. But now? We have choices. We have chances.""Penelope
The Price of a Like Chapter 3
When I arrived home, a deep sense of dread still lingered in my heart, as though I had narrowly escaped some terrible calamity. "Lucy, are you alright?" my brother asked, his hand resting gently on my head, his eyes filled with concern. I nodded, though my thoughts were far from settled. My gaze drifted to my father, who stood nearby with an expression of worry etched across his face. I wanted to question him, to demand answers about everything that had been gnawing at my mind. But the memories of my past life—those harrowing moments—stopped me. My lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, my eyes found the photo of my mother resting on the mantle. A wave of confusion washed over me. I was said to be the spitting image of her, a perfect replica of her beauty and grace. Moreover, in families like ours, DNA tests were as routine as annual check-ups, a safeguard against any mischief or doubts about lineage. Could genes... mutate? "Dad, brother, I need to step out for a bit,
The Price of a Like Chapter 2
As I stood there, Vanessa leaned in with her phone, her wide eyes brimming with urgency. Instinctively, I took a step back. "Lucy, this activity ends at six o'clock this evening," she said, her voice dripping with desperation. "I've gotten everyone else in the class to help, and I just need one more like to hit the target. Yours." Her plea struck me like an unwanted tug on my sleeve, but I didn't hesitate in my response. "Vanessa, I'm sorry, but my phone's dead," I said flatly, shaking my head as though that settled the matter. But Vanessa wasn't about to let it go. She advanced on me like a phantom from the abyss, her persistence unsettling. "I have a power bank! Here, use it!" Her voice trembled with urgency, her eyes glinting with a mix of insistence and something darker. "Please, Lucy," she continued, layering her words with guilt. "150 dollars might not mean much to you, but to me, it's everything." Her words wrapped themselves around me like chains. The sweat on my back
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