Chapter 12
That night I slept like a baby, completely ignoring the online shitstorm.
I didn’t check my phone until I woke up naturally the next day to see my handiwork.
#Mia Summers Criminal Evidence Exposed
The Evil Behind Role-Playing Games
#Rich Kids’ Twisted Games
Three trending topics dominated the charts, becoming the hottest story across all platforms.
Yesterday, besides Mia’s self-harm video, I’d released all the evidence I’d been collecting.
t included various crimes this group of rich kids had committed under the guise of “role-playing,” plus estimony from many victims.
‘ublic outrage exploded, finally catching the attention of law enforcement.
These spoiled brats who thought they were untouchable became rats everyone wanted to crush.
Mia especially-as the original organizer of the “role-playing” activities who’d also profited from gambling on hem-got dragged away in handcuffs.
As for Kieran, he naturally caught his share of online fury too.
Director Rhodes, as someone who knew about the games and let her son’s behavior slide, found her image
is a healer completely destroyed and was forced to step down as director.
With everything settled, I finally relaxed.
When Kieran came to see me for the last time, he was soaked through, shoes full of rainwater, like an bandoned stray dog.
He pulled out a waterproof document bag with shaking hands:
All my personal shares, the Swiss bank safe deposit key…”
‘And this.”
He fumbled with his shirt buttons, revealing my name tattooed over his left chest.
“Want me to cut it out?”
“I can give you EVERYTHING.”
“Just don’t leave me, please?”
His begging was so pathetic, just like when I’d lain in that snow pit hoping he’d look back.
I stepped back two paces, using actions to show him we were over.
Kieran rushed forward and grabbed me, his voice breaking:
“I know you hate me.”
“I know what a piece of shit I am.”
“I’ll take whatever revenge you want.”
“Just please forgive me.”
“Let’s forget everything that happened and start over, okay?”
I laughed coldly, my voice calm:
“Kieran, you don’t actually think I did all this just to get revenge on you, do you?”
“I’m not THAT obsessed with love.”
Kieran looked at me in confusion, his eyes red and pitiful.
I pushed him away: “Let me tell you a story.”
‘You know my parents never liked me. I was starved for affection growing up.”
‘My sister spread rumors that I was cursed, got me ostracized by other kids.”
‘Nobody wanted to play with me.”
“In middle school I found a stray dog-it became my best friend.”
“One time I was selling balloons on the street and ran into Mia and her gang of admirers on a trip. One of her boy toys tried to kiss me. When I refused, they were gonna force me, but my dog protected me and scared
them off.”
“But the next morning when I woke up, it had been skinned alive and dumped at my front door… I had nowhere to turn for justice. That hatred festered in my heart, became my nightmare for years.”
“Until I saw that photo of you and Mia.”
“The moment I realized you were lying to me, I stopped loving you.”
“I calculated every move after that, all to make sure you people understood-no matter what kind of privilege you have, you have NO right to destroy a life. Not even a dog’s.”
Kieran’s face went pale, seeming to realize what I was about to say.
“Don’t do this, Sage…”
‘I don’t care if you used me.”
‘You’ll have plenty of chances to punish me in the future…”
‘I don’t understand love, so I hurt you. Teach me what love is, okay?”
‘Don’t abandon me, please…”
I laughed bitterly:
‘Don’t you get it?”
“The poor, mute Kieran I loved is already dead-killed by the other Kieran.”
‘So just go. At least we can part on decent terms.”
Finally, Kieran left, devastated.
Before going, he deliberately left behind the share transfer documents.
He said he’d keep waiting for me-wait until I changed my mind.
I watched his figure disappear, then turned around and fed the ownership papers into the shredder.
As the pieces flew everywhere, I picked up my suitcase and headed for the door.
The taxi was waiting outside. The driver asked: “Where to, miss?”
I smiled: “Airport, please.”
Outside the window, the city’s neon lights blurred in the rain like a watercolor painting.
And my future was finally becoming clear.
