He Paid Me To Strip So I Smashed His Head Instead Chapter 05

He Paid Me To Strip So I Smashed His Head Instead Chapter 05

I woke up the next day feeling heavy-headed.

Instinctively, I looked toward the nightstand.

The glass of warm milk my mother used to leave there every morning was gone.

Oh, right.

I’d transmigrated.

This wasn’t ten years ago anymore.

My family was bankrupt. My father had jumped off a building. My mother had taken her own life.

A wave of nausea tightened in my gut.

I rushed to the bathroom, clinging to the toilet as I retched.

My body seemed accustomed to these convulsive bouts of misery.

After washing up, I lay on the bed, staring at my bank balance on my phone.

One hundred thousand dollars.

To most people, that was a fortune.

But for my illness? A drop in the bucket.

Surgery costs, post-op rejection, anti-rejection drugs for life…

This money wouldn’t be enough.

I began to worry about how to make more.

Sell paintings? Unlikely. I wasn’t a famous artist. Who’d pay for my work?

Play the piano?

Not a reliable income.

I touched my face. Hollywood, perhaps? With a face like this, it seemed a crime not to share it.

But my health wouldn’t allow it.

I racked my brains. Then I scrolled past a cancer vlogger’s video.

Her follower count had already reached a million.

An idea sparked.

My disease was exceptionally rare worldwide.

The author had literally invented it just to torture me into an early exit.

I could use that.

I decided to become a chronic illness vlogger.

I binge-watched tutorials on starting an account, growing followers, and managing content.

I was overwhelmed.

Then, a birthday party invitation arrived.

The location? Seaview Heights.

My old neighborhood.

Ethan used to live right next door.

Oh, wait. That wasn’t my home anymore.

Ethan had bought it and given it to Chloe.

Now it’s hers.

And Chloe was throwing her birthday party there.

She’d even made a point of inviting me.

I rolled my eyes.

Honestly? I didn’t wanna go.

But I was running a bit low on funds.

Maybe this was a chance to squeeze a little more money out of them.