Your ‘Bro’ in Our Ritual? I Reject You. Chapter 09

Your ‘Bro’ in Our Ritual? I Reject You. Chapter 09

“Please don’t be like this, Olivia.”

“Can’t we start over? I’ll love you even more than before.”

Noticing neighbors throwing confused looks in our direction, I raised my foot and kicked him aside.

“Fine. I can forgive you.”

“If you and Caroline slap yourselves a hundred times each in front of my door, we can start over. How about

that?”

Archie froze.

Once he processed my words, he lunged forward, grabbing my pant leg.

“Olivia, if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll do it.”

“But leave Caroline out of this. It’s all my fault-she didn’t know anything.”

“Is that so?” I let out a cold scoff just as my phone chimed with a notification.

I glanced at the screen and smiled.

I held it up for Archie to see.

“Whether she knew or not, you can see for yourself.”

Taking advantage of Archie’s dazed state, I walked straight into the house.

The person who just messaged me was none other than the college senior I had reached out to earlier.

As a relationship vlog creator, she had been stuck in a content slump for a while.

Getting a story this bizarre and dramatic was a rare goldmine.

She hadn’t slept a wink, pulling an all-nighter to record and edit the video.

Now, a video titled Unbelievable: Alpha Forces Luna to Take a Taxi to Her Mating Ceremony was rapidly

climbing the short-video trending list.

On screen, a girl in full makeup spoke with exaggerated flair, “Guys, this is honestly beyond belief! I got a

completely wild submission yesterday.”

“On the day of their mating ceremony, Alpha yanked Luna off the parade float and shoved her into a taxi-all

because his female friend, a Beta, wanted to play bride for a day! How little respect does this pack have for

its own Luna? Can an Alpha like him really run a pack properly?”

The bizarre storyline, paired with her vivid storytelling, instantly captured the internet’s attention.

Once people saw the proof-including the videos Caroline posted and the group chat screenshots of them badmouthing me-the post went viral within hours.

Resourceful netizens began digging deeper.

Since Caroline hadn’t toned down her behavior and posted dozens of photos and videos from the ceremony on her social media, it didn’t take long for them to piece everything together.

In no time, the comment sections were tearing her apart.

I thought that would be the end of it.

Unexpectedly, a video posted by a passerby pushed the storm to a whole new level.

The video was a bit blurry, capturing only someone’s back.

It was filmed by a guest attending another event at the same hotel that day.

Having lost their way near the elevator bank, they happened to catch Caroline on the phone.

“I intentionally stole her parade float, and she still has the nerve to show up for the ceremony!”

“You guys wait outside later. The second that bitch walks over, smear cake all over her face. Let’s see how

she steps onto that stage then.”

“Don’t worry, if anyone asks, just say we were having too much fun and didn’t see her. She’s all alone here anyway-what can she possibly do to me?”

“Archie? He’s definitely on my side!”

The passerby had originally posted it just to vent about how ridiculous the conversation was.

But internet sleuths quickly confirmed it was Caroline.

Turns out she wasn’t just playing innocent-she had actively plotted to ruin someone else’s big day.

None of the friends who fooled around with Caroline in that video escaped either, provided they had public

social media accounts.

Honestly, even I was surprised by how far things escalated.

I had assumed Caroline was just pulling petty tricks to get under my skin.

I never imagined that from the very beginning, she had intended to sabotage my ceremony.

Soon, a text from Caroline popped up.

Caroline: [I’m sorry, Olivia. Can you please post something online to clear my name?]

Caroline: [I can’t take the hate anymore. They stripped me of my Beta position, and now every time I go out,

people point and gossip like I’m public enemy number one]

I replied curtly: [No way.]

I blocked her immediately after.

I stopped keeping up with the fallout after that.

I was busy relocating my business back to my hometown.

My original bakery still had a year left on its lease, which I had paid using all my savings after graduation.

Luckily, it was near colleges, and my baking had built a solid reputation there. I didn’t take much of a loss

when I transferred it.

My parents had already scoped out a place in our hometown, waiting for me to come back and discuss the

decor.

Everything went smoothly, and within a single day, the arrangements were practically settled.

As I was researching new menu items for next month, an unfamiliar number called.

I got frequent calls from customers ordering cakes, so I answered without hesitation.

The voice on the other end made me pause.

“Hey, Olivia. It’s me.”

It took me a second to place it. Archie.

Months had passed. Those days already felt like a lifetime ago.

He was calling to say goodbye.

The scandal online had turned so ugly that he was stripped of his Alpha title.

“I didn’t call to drag things out. I just wanted to say goodbye.”

“And… take care of yourself. I wish you happiness.”

He didn’t push.

And I wasn’t about to be moved by someone who no longer mattered.

I put it out of my mind a second later, picking up the order slip from the counter to prepare for the day.

“Pre-orders: ten tiramisu, twenty strawberry mousses, and…”

I stood up, stretched my wrists, and began whipping the batter.

Warm sunlight streamed through the window, and the cozy, sweet aroma of cream filled the kitchen with

warmth and happiness.

That chapter of my life was closed.

From now on, I was living for myself.