Chapter 3

Scrolling through the message history, I couldn't help but marvel at her talent. A born actress.

Every word sounded so heartbroken and concerned. Anyone reading it would assume I was some pathetic, loose tramp who couldn't keep her pants on.

I sneered. You want to drag my name through the mud? Fine. Let’s see how you like going down with me.

I unlocked my phone, squeezed my throat to fake a breathless, panicked gasp, and hit record: "Chloe... help me... hurry, room 1015..."

After sending the voice note, I checked Twitter. Sure enough, during the thirty minutes I had been "missing," gossip blogs and paid bots had whipped the scandal into a full-blown feeding frenzy.

I knew this was the climax Chloe had been dreaming of. But she was greedy and impatient; she’d definitely split up with Zach to orchestrate the drama.

And Zach...

He had looked down on me from day one. In his eyes, even though I was the biological daughter of the Miller family, having grown up in the slums meant I had neither the elegance nor the sophistication of his precious Chloe.

My biological parents thought the exact same way—a whole family of snobs blinded by their own arrogance.

That was why Zach had spent months trying every dirty trick in the book to break our arranged engagement.

And this was the exact moment I had been waiting for.

Only by blowing this entire mess wide open today could I permanently rid myself of these toxic freaks.

Once Zach and Chloe were wiped out, I could take back every penny of the empire that belonged to me.

The Miller family was sitting on billions. Why the hell would the original Sasha choose to slit her wrists just to beg for a drop of their guilty conscience?

Absolute madness.

The system tried to chime in with another protest, but I shut it down with a mental kick, leaving it completely mute.

With my bait sent, I pulled up the live security tracker. Soon enough, a little black dot began moving on the screen, steadily making its way into the hotel lobby.

Meanwhile, a horde of paparazzi had already swarmed the entrance downstairs.

Some were tipped off by Chloe to catch me in the act, while others were summoned by my own anonymous leak.

Right now, the hotel staff was keeping them at bay in the lobby.

Watching the tracker get closer, I slipped into the shadows of the hallway corridor. The second Chloe turned the corner toward room 1015, I stepped out and chopped the back of her neck.

Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed into my arms. I caught her and dragged her limp body straight into the suite.

I picked up Chloe’s phone, unlocked it, and narrowed my eyes at the texts Zach had just sent.

[Babe, did you lure her to the room? My guys said the deed is underway. Once it's done, we unleash the press and lock in Sasha's reputation as a cheap whore.]

[Once your parents kick her out of the family for good, every single cent of the Miller fortune is yours!]

Reading the screen, I raised an eyebrow. I honestly hadn't realized how much these two vile snakes hated the original girl.

They were ready to utterly destroy her life, knowing damn well she had fragile mental health.

They were literally trying to drive her to suicide.

I let out a slow, icy breath, the corners of my mouth curling into a wicked grin.

No worries. The ones who won't survive this are you!

I hauled Chloe over and tossed her onto the bed beside the drugged-up street thug. With him burning up from the pills, things were about to get very lively.

My phone buzzed with an alert—the security footage from the hallway had just been successfully scrubbed and blurred by Maya. I gave her message a thumbs-up.

Then, I casually picked up Chloe’s phone, channeled her sickeningly sweet, whiny tone, and fired off a text to Zach:

[Babe, I'm already in the room. You have to come up to 1015 and see this bitch's pathetic face. She looks so disgusting.]

Zach's reply popped up almost instantly:

[My sweet baby, why would I want to look at that trash when I can look at you?]

The sheer grease in his words made my stomach churn. I fired off a cutesy emoji to keep him hooked.

Once that was handled, I pocketed the evidence, took the remaining pills from the bottle, and shoved a few down Chloe's throat for good measure.

Satisfied, I strolled over to the armchair by the window and sat down.

This boutique hotel happened to be a private asset the Miller family’s late patriarch had secretly transferred to the original Sasha’s name out of sheer pity.

Grandpa knew how weak and spineless the girl was. He knew that if he handed it to her openly, the rest of the greedy family would bully her into signing it over to Chloe. So he kept it off the public books.

I had only discovered this hidden gem thanks to the system’s data log, which made me feel right at home running the show here.