He Paid Me To Strip So I Smashed His Head Instead Chapter 10

He Paid Me To Strip So I Smashed His Head Instead Chapter 10

I took out my phone and ordered a ride.

The subway? Please. I’d made that up to make them feel guilty.

Yeah, I’m broke.

But I’m not riding the subway or bus.

That’s my line.

I used to be a heiress. Taking a ride-share is already a huge concession.

The subway?

I’d rather die.

Even broke and sick, I’ll keep my dignity.

Back home,

I collapsed onto the bed and counted the zeros in my account.

Two hundred thousand dollars.

Heh.

No sadness, loneliness, or forced strength showed on my face just an uncontrollable, wicked grin.

The comments caught on and exploded.

[Wait, was I scammed? She doesn’t look sad at all.]

[Ugh, I actually felt sorry for her. What a bitch!]

[I’ll never feel bad for Serena Sterling again! If I do, I’m a dog!]

[I knew it. How could the rival be so fragile? It was an act to trick the male leads. That’s why they all

left the party after her.]

[She totally faked it. Even Ethan fell for it. Ethan, I thought you were the ultimate bitch-detector!]

Watching them rage, I felt deeply satisfied.

Come on. Let’s hurt each other.

What kind of rival love interest would I be if I didn’t stir up trouble?

A rival love interest is supposed to block the main couple and mess with them.

Otherwise, how do I live up to the “evil” label you gave me?

Xavier was right. I’m selfish, arrogant, and wicked. And I hold a grudge.

You cursed me out-I’m taking notes.

Every day you said I hurt the female lead, bullied her, got what I deserved.

But all that “hurting” and “bullying” was just fighting over a few men.

Faking weakness, playing victim, stealing their attention… that’s it?

That’s it?

You condemned me like I’d killed her parents.

I thought I killed the female lead’s parents or something.

Turns out I was just scheming to steal her men.

To someone as amoral as me, these are harmless games.

Do you really need to act like I’m the worst? Want the author to kill me off?

Pfft.

Who the hell do you think you are to take away my right to live?

Life’s short. Don’t reflect-blame everyone else.

If you’re unhappy, it’s definitely their fault.

Teehee. Can’t stand me? Come beat me up.

Got the guts? Try transmigrating here. Let’s meet IRL.

Hahaha… I couldn’t hold back. Carried away, I flipped off the screen.

The comments blew up again.

[Wait… did I just see that right? The rival love interest can see our comments?]

[??? Is she challenging us?]

Seeing that, I stopped hiding. I smiled sweetly at the screen.

“That’s right, babies. I can see every comment.”

Another wave of question marks.

Some were pure gold.

[Why don’t you just die?]

[I’ve met shameless people, but you’re next level. A sight to behold.]

[Do you know how ugly and annoying you are? Homewrecker. Proud of yourself?]

I didn’t hold back.

“Hehe, my face is gorgeous. Why would I lose it?”

“So I’m annoying? Means they have no taste.”

“Don’t like me? Too bad. I’ll stick to your precious male leads and make you sick.”

“Oops. I’m not dying. I’ll live well, breathing the same air as you.”

After sparring with the comments, I took a long shower and fell into a deep sleep.