My Brother Denied Me for His Girlfriend Then the Livestream Turned on Them Chapter 04

My Brother Denied Me for His Girlfriend Then the Livestream Turned on Them Chapter 04

Hailey blushed and happily agreed.

The two of them kept flirting while everyone watched.

I stood there in disbelief.

An only child?

What the hell was he talking about?

“Louis, no, you…”

I rushed toward Hailey’s phone, desperate to ask him what was going on, but one of the men shoved

me back.

Louis must have heard my voice.

His playful tone vanished.

“Baby, I hear a lot of noise. Where are you right now?”

Hailey huffed.

“Where else would I be? I’m cleaning up your mess! Louis, nobody in this world loves you as much as I do. Any other woman would’ve dumped you the second she found out you had a mistress!”

“A mistress?” Louis sounded alarmed. “What are you talking about? When did I ever have a

mistress?”

Since he still wouldn’t admit anything, Hailey changed tactics.

“Fine. Then tell me where the five thousand dollars went.”

“What? Why are you asking about that now?”

Hailey stamped her foot.

“Because you promised that money was for my handbag! That’s my money. Now it’s gone, and I

want to know where it went.”

“Forget the money. Where exactly are you?”

His sharp tone startled her.

Hailey quickly explained that she’d come to confront me, but she conveniently left out the slaps, the kick, and the part where she’d dragged me into the street.

puis sucked in a sharp breath.

He told her over and over not to do anything reckless, that things weren’t what she thought, and that he was taking time off work and coming inmediately.

That only made Hailey angrier.

She screamed into the phone.

“Are you serious? When I asked you to go to a movie with me, you said you were too busy with work. But the second she’s in trouble, you can suddenly take time off? And you expect me to believe/ there’s nothing going on?”

I pressed a hand to my lower abdomen.

The pain had eased a little.

There was absolutely a relationship between Louis and me.

Just not the filthy one Hailey had invented.

Before Louis could explain, Hailey hung up.

Then she turned back to the livestream.

Tears immediately rolled down her cheeks.

“Guys, you all heard that. This isn’t scripted. I’m not overreacting. I gave that man everything, and he threw my heart in the trash.”

The livestream chat filled with sympathy.

[Don’t cry, Hailey. We’re here for you.]

\ [Trash boyfriend. Trash mistress. They deserve each other.]

[Make her give the money back! She probably took way more than five thousand.]

[That money was supposed to pay for Hailey’s bag! How dare this girl take it?]

Hailey wiped her tears away and went right back on the attack.

She demanded that I repay the money and ordered the two men to restrain me.

Hundreds of people stood around watching.

Not one stepped forward to help.

My phone was shattered.

I couldn’t call anyone.

All I could do was pray that idiot Louis got there fast.

I repeated over and over that I had never taken his five thousand dollars and that our relationship was nothing like what Hailey imagined.

She refused to listen.

She had convinced herself I was Louis’s mistress and kept playing the heartbroken girlfriend for

the audience.

The viewer count soared.

Then Hailey looked down at my pajamas.

A sly smile curled across her face.

“All right, everyone. If she still refuses to pay, maybe I should strip her and parade her around so she never dares steal someone else’s boyfriend again. What do you think?”

My blood went cold.

“Are you insane? I keep telling you Louis and I are siblings. Do you not understand English?”

My panic only made the livestream more popular.

Whenever someone warned that what Hailey was doing was illegal, her fans attacked them.

[Hope you feel the same way when some homewrecker comes after your partner.]

Fueled by the exploding viewer count, Hailey turned back to me.

“Are you paying or not?”

Tears burned behind my eyes.

“No! I don’t owe you anything!”

“Still talking back?”

She lifted her chin.

“Fine. Then don’t blame me. Let’s show everyone what kind of person is hiding under those

clothes.”

Hailey reached toward the buttons of my pajamas.

I thrashed against the man holding me, but I couldn’t break free.

Nearly a hundred people were watching.

No one called the police.

No one tried to stop her.

Just as her fingers touched my first button, a large hand slapped Hailey so hard she crashed to the

ground.

At the same moment, the man restraining me was thrown over someone’s shoulder and slammed onto the pavement in front of me.