He Paid Me To Strip So I Smashed His Head Instead Chapter 11

He Paid Me To Strip So I Smashed His Head Instead Chapter 11

The next day.

I stretched and started my morning routine.

The comments had woken up too, drifting sleepily across the screen.

[The rival’s awake. What trouble will she stir up today?]

[Wish she’d just die already. So annoying.]

[Yeah, hurry up and get written off. Make way for the female lead.]

[She kissed Xavier last night. Lucas seems more into her now. Is the plot broken?]

[Author!? Where are you? The rival’s steamrolling the heroine!]

I grinned. “Heh. Kissed a male lead. Might kiss the heroine too.’

I climbed out of bed, picked an outfit, and fixed my hair in the mirror.

But I got lost staring at my reflection.

I sighed. “Seriously. Still this pretty, even sick.”

[Help, the narcissism.]

[Never seen someone so shameless.]

[Serena, look in the mirror and see what you’ve become.]

I bared my teeth at the glass. “Looking, looking.” I flashed a smile. “Teeth are perfect. Didn’t chip

them on Lucas’s hard bone.”

Mentioning Lucas made the comments explode.

[Don’t talk about our Lucas!]

[Can the rival just walk normally?!]

[Stay away from him, bitch!]

[Just thinking about that night at The Nocturne makes me mad. Is Lucas blind?!]

“Don’t know about blind,” I said, smoothing my skirt, “but his body’s nice. Solid pecs. Very springy

to bite.”

[??????]

[Did she just say that?!]

[My ears!]

[Mod! Ban her!]

[Reported! Sexual harassment!]

“Oh, that’s harassment?” I feigned surprise. “Just an objective review. He told me to strip first. He

started it. Why aren’t you yelling at him?”

After trolling, I rummaged through the apartment and found some bread.

I nibbled it, watching the comments for entertainment.

My stomach, weak from illness, couldn’t handle anything heavy or spicy

The comments buzzed on.

[Rival eats so well.]

[It’s just stale bread. Are you that hungry?]

[Anyone else think her chewing looks kinda cute?]

[? Cute? Psycho.]

I kept smiling. “Yeah, I’m sick. Careful, it might jump dimensions to you.”

I pulled out my pile of prescription bottles-colorful, chaotic and treated it like a mukbang,

interacting with the comments. “Folks, which color should I take first?”

The comments paused.

[Wait, the rival is actually sick? That morning sickness wasn’t an act?]

[So many pills. Looks bitter…]

[Knew it. Serena’s DID was a lie. Thank god Xavier contacted his therapist friend.]

[Serves you right. This is what happens for bullying the heroine. Exit faster, spare yourself the pain.]

[But dying like this is way too tragic.]

I stared at the screen in mock shock. “OMG, can you guys actually speak like humans? Feeling sorry for me? Wow, I’m touched. Might just build an altar and worship you.”

The comments seethed.

[This woman is vile. Someone do something.]

[Is the rival insane? Her mental state is… chef’s kiss?]

[Ugh, I softened up again.]

[I will NEVER fall for Serena’s tricks again! If I do, I’m a dog!]

I skipped downstairs, hailed a rideshare, and headed to the hospital. My meds were running low.