Chapter 67
Lila’s health was spiraling.
Binge eating alone wrecks the body.
But then she developed a taste for eating random, dangerous crap.
Deep down, she knew she couldn’t keep streaming mukbangs forever.
So her plan was simple–milk this wave of sympathy, sell her sob story, rack up new followers, then pivot.
Too bad for her.
From day one, I’d kept my own cards hidden.
Now the internet had flipped.
“God, I knew Lila wasn’t as innocent as she looked p>
“Shows you–never judge a book by its cover. Her sister went through hell p>
“I swear I’m done picking sides so fast p>
Her reputation tanked overnight.
Multiple platforms banned her for “maliciously targeting minors p>
Her accounts got nuked.
And with that, her influencer dreams went up in smoke.
A few days later, I agreed to meet her.
She was holed up in her tiny apartment, hair a mess, sitting slumped on the couch.
Her eyes were shadowed, her face gaunt–like she’d aged ten years.
Clearly, she’d taken some heavy blows lately.
I pulled up a chair across from her, all smiles.
“You’ve been blowing up my phone like your life depends on it. What’s up p>
Her bloodshot eyes locked on me.
Jaw tight, every word forced out.
“You set me up. I’ll never forgive you p>
I raised a brow.
“Oh? I’m shaking. What’s your grand plan for revenge p>
Her whole body trembled with rage.
“Don’t forget–even if I can’t stream, I’ve still got a rich boyfriend p>
“I’m his girlfriend p>
“His family’s got money and connections. Crushing you would be easy p>
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She sucked in air, glaring at me.
“But… if you tell everyone those damn videos were staged–self directed, self acted p>
“I might let you off p>
I couldn’t help laughing.
“How funny. I didn’t even know I was dating you p>
I leaned in, smirking.
“Lila, lying’s bad for your health p>
Then I pulled out my phone, switched to my alt account.
The username: FaithfulFish99 (Rich Guy Edition p>
The profile full of tacky flexing videos I’d scraped off the internet.
A fake identity so bland it was almost insulting.
And she actually bought it.
I shoved the screen in her face.
“See this, Lila p>
“I’m the ‘big bro‘ who kept tipping you while telling you to eat nails p>
Her pupils blew wide, red as blood.
She shook her head, stammering,
“No… no way… impossible…” This content belongs to.net
Then she snapped.
Screaming, she flipped the coffee table.
Glass shattered across the floor with a sharp crack.
She dropped, clutching her head, curled up on the rug–sobbing, howling like she was splitting apart.
It was the same broken cry I’d made in my past life–when she poured boiling oil over me.
Back then, no one came.
No one saved me.
Now it was her turn.
Call it karma,
“Serves you right,” I said,
and walked out without looking back.
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.