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"Greg,go live!Her parents don't care—let the internet judge her.It's trending;keep her from harming our kids."
Greg's eyes gleamed with greed,he went live immediately.
His loud voice and seemingly righteous words spiked the stream's popularity.
The narrative shifted:Apparently I deceived an innocent girl,bullied others'daughters,got confronted,was a bad seed,kept by a sugar daddy,knew no shame.
Netizens,loving drama,mixed hearsay with limited knowledge,posing as justice warriors.
The video had countless likes in a short time
It hit headlines,with over 100,000 live viewers.
I felt nothing.I'd died once.To get revenge,I had to get more audience.
I did nothing wrong—why hide?Why retreat?Why feel guilty?
I owed my past nothing.I just wanted justice my way.
"Look at this penthouse—a kid,apparently kept by some rich guy.How much does he pay her?"
"Someone’s already said—she's picked up by an old man in a luxury car.They've seen them hugging,super close."
"Our kids are young—can they resist such temptation?She’ll use them and corrupt them."
Most viewers were parents,lamenting how obedient their kids were until bad friends made them rebellious.
Some cried that their kid got lazy because classmates didn't do chores,so theirs stopped too,even refusing to wash their own underwear.
One claimed leaving their kid with grandparents in a rural area made them stingy and timid,influenced by petty peers.
"Watch,as I,Greg, crush this vain girl.So young,so corrupt—watch me smash all those things her sugar daddy gave her."
Linda pinned me to the sofa.Greg,fueled by endless gifts and comments,grinned ear to ear.
He had completely forgotten about his daughter.
I watched him storm the art studio,filled with my practice sketches and some masterpiece byu famous artists.
I shouted,"Don't smash that room,or I won't let you get away with it!"
My panic thrilled him.He smirked.
"This room's got her secrets.Want me to kick it open?Shower me with some more gifts!"
His phone chimed as gifts poured in.Eyes red with greed,he kicked the door down.
"See,family?Told you she's no good.Look at these filthy pictures."
The studio held landscapes and foreign nudes—artworks.To them, they were filth.
I was calm knowing what would happen,but I screamed,"You came for Sophie!You've wrecked my home—that's vandalism.These paintings are priceless.Damage them,and you'll rot in jail!"
