Chapter 514-I Can Steal Everyone’s Mate

Chapter 514: 514-I Can Steal Everyone’s Mate

Gigi:

"This cruel world has treated your brother terribly, and I’ll never forget that even your own boyfriend refused to help him. But never mind. Karma will catch up with everyone eventually. No one can punish an innocent person so severely for one small mistake and expect to live happily afterward. Don’t you worry."

I nodded before wrapping my arms around my mother in a tight hug.

Once she pulled away, I gestured for the salon attendants to return and continue getting me ready.

After all, what else were they here for?

They were charging an outrageous amount of money, and their work wasn’t even particularly good.

I happily changed into my next dress and spent several more hours being pampered with massages and all sorts of treatments.

The following day, Rochelle arrived at my house with her luggage.

She was going to stay with me until the engagement ceremony, and we were going to have so much fun.

We had planned a whole night of drinking, doing some drugs, and partying with my other friends.

Definitely not the ones who had taunted me, mocked me, or gossiped about my brother’s videos.

It was supposed to be something like a bachelorette party, though not exactly.

Just one last night of enjoying myself before I had a ring on my finger.

I had arranged all kinds of snacks and made sure everything was ready.

Rochelle was wearing a short pink dress, while I had chosen a skin-colored one that barely covered anything.

It was so short that one wrong move would have exposed me completely, but who cared? We were all women anyway.

There was just one thing bothering me.

"Where is everyone?" I asked Rochelle, glancing at the clock.

"I don’t know. I told everyone we were celebrating your engagement," Rochelle replied, checking her phone.

"Give me that. Let me see."

I snatched the phone from her hands since my mother still wouldn’t let me have my own.

But the moment I looked at the screen, my eyes landed on a group chat.

"No, Gigi! Don’t look at that!"

Rochelle immediately reached for her phone, trying to snatch it back, but I tightened my grip and began reading the conversation.

She had invited everyone, all right.

The problem was their responses.

They were downright disrespectful.

One of those fat girls, who I remembered being particularly messy when my brother’s videos first came out, had written:

"I don’t want to be associated with someone like Gigi, whose brother had absolutely no regard for women’s safety. I’m sorry, but he seemed to think he could grab any woman, force himself on her, and then walk away as though nobody would ever question him."

My mouth fell open.

Then I read another message.

"I would’ve loved to attend an Alpha King’s ceremony, but not Gigi’s. Sorry, she’s always been so rude to us, and now it turns out her own brother has been terrorizing everyone."

I kept scrolling, going through one message after another as my so-called friends made the most outrageous, idiotic accusations against my brother.

One of them claimed that when I had invited her over, my brother had tried to touch her inappropriately right in front of me, and I had done absolutely nothing to stop him.

Another girl claimed something similar, except she went a step further and accused me of deliberately locking them in a room together.

How the hell did she even know that?

She didn’t know anything!

Although, yes, I had locked them in a room, but only because I wanted to give them some time to get to know each other.

How was I supposed to know my brother would just fucking throw himself at her?

After everything I’d done for those girls, this was how they repaid me?

I’d gone out of my way to help them date an Alpha King’s future brother-in-law, giving them a chance to experience a little luxury and live a life they could only dream of.

And instead of thanking me, they were humiliating me like this?

All my generosity, all my efforts, and this was what I got in return?

I slowly lifted my gaze toward Rochelle.

"I’m sorry," she murmured. "I didn’t want to tell you because I knew it would ruin your mood. Some of them did agree to come, but now they’re making excuses because of the other girls and the pressure they’re putting on everyone."

She hesitated before continuing.

"I’m sorry, Gigi, but all of this has really, really ruined everything for you. Nobody wants to be associated with you anymore, even if..."

Her voice trailed off as she carefully took her phone from my hands.

"Even if you’re associated with an Alpha King."

She fell silent.

But I was nowhere near done.

I spun around, grabbed a bottle of wine, and hurled it against the wall.

"What the fuck is wrong with them? I’ll fucking ruin them! Every single one of them!" I screamed, pointing furiously at Rochelle’s phone.

"How can they do this to me? Don’t they know what I’ve been through? Have they forgotten that I went through the same shit, if not worse, for days?"

My voice trembled with rage as I slowly sank toward the floor.

"I know, Gigi. They know that," Rochelle replied uneasily. "But I don’t know what to tell you. They’ve been saying some really weird things."

"Like what?"

"Well, they keep saying that Verity faced so much humiliation because of her brother’s actions, so why should you be spared? I mean, according to them, Verity was also a victim of your brother’s inappropriate behavior. So they don’t understand why you should be treated like a victim while she isn’t."

The moment those words left Rochelle’s mouth, I dropped to my knees and stared at her.

For a moment, I couldn’t even speak.

There was so much anger bubbling inside me that I wanted to storm over to every single one of those girls’ mates and show them exactly who they were messing with.

How fucking dare they?

"Come on, Gigi. Please, calm down," Rochelle pleaded, reaching toward me.

I slapped her hand away.

"I’m going to my room. Fuck this. Fuck everything! I’ll deal with every single one of them once I become the Luna Queen!"

I stomped my foot before storming off to my bedroom and slamming the door behind me.

They had messed up.

They had really, really messed up this time.

Those stupid bitches had picked a fight with the wrong person, and now they were going to pay for it.