The Princess Lives in a Truman World Chapter 10

The Princess Lives in a Truman World Chapter 10

As they were leaving, Aria suddenly stepped close to me and spoke in a vicious whisper.

“Sofia, give me two million dollars, or I’ll post the video of you naked.”

“I’ll let everyone see what a filthy slut you really are.”

I laughed.

“Go ahead. I don’t care.”

“But think carefully about whether that video will hurt you more than it hurts me.”

“The moment you post it, I’ll report you to the police and take you to court.”

A few days later, Aria actually uploaded the video showing her and the other girls beating me in the restroom and tearing off my clothes.

The footage spread across social media almost immediately.

I was living overseas and had lost touch with many people back in the States, so I did not care whether anyone I knew happened to see it.

The public reaction was nothing like Aria had expected.

Instead of humiliating and ridiculing me, people turned on whoever had recorded and posted the video.

[This is bullying and assault. Why would anyone post a video of the victim just to get attention?]

[Did the bully seriously post this just to get dragged online?]

[Reported.]

There were still decent people online.

Once Aria realized the backlash was aimed at her, she deleted the video.

Unfortunately for her, I had already downloaded a copy. I had also preserved evidence showing that she had distributed it deliberately and posted defamatory lies about me.

I was going to report Aria and take legal action against her.

After realizing how serious the situation had become, she found my contact information and begged me not to go to the police.

I ignored her.

She deserved to face the consequences of what she had done.

In the end, however, Mom and Dad apparently paid people off and used the Family’s remaining connections to make the investigation disappear.

It seemed they really did love Aria.

By then, my classes had begun.

The workload was demanding and my days were repetitive, but my life felt productive and full of possibility.

Education was the only thing that had ever given me a genuine chance to change my future.

One day, I opened the old livestream platform almost by accident.

To my surprise, Mom and Dad were broadcasting again.

The original stream had been shut down. In its place was a new livestream centered entirely on Aria.

They claimed they were helping her find a wealthy partner, but the stream was effectively an auction.

They told the viewers that any man with enough money could take her.

Mom said into the camera,

“She can leave with you tonight. She’s great in bed, knows how to keep a man satisfied, and I guarantee you won’t be disappointed.”

“If any gentleman wants to keep her as a live-in mistress, that works too. As long as the price is right, anything is negotiable.”

I stared at the screen in shock.

Hadn’t my parents always loved Aria?

How could they do this to their own child?

They had dressed her beautifully and positioned her in front of the camera.

She was smiling, but terror was clearly visible in her eyes.

We were twins, and for one brief moment, I felt her fear as though it were my own.

Then I suddenly laughed, though the emotions inside me were difficult to untangle.

This was the love she had been so afraid I would steal from her.

It was both ironic and ridiculous.

Mom and Dad really did sell Aria.

The buyer was a man in his fifties with violent, abusive tendencies.

I did not know how much he paid, but it must have been a fortune.

My parents even planned to livestream the day she was taken to his house. They intended to squeeze every last dollar of value out of her.

They claimed he was taking her under his protection.

In reality, they had sold her to an older man as his personal sex toy.