Chapter 2
I typed back: [If you want to negotiate, show me some real sincerity.]
His response came quickly: [Got it. I know what I need to do.]
Something about that message felt off, but I didn’t think much of it.
After wrapping up everything at the office, I drove home to my place in the hills.
On the way, my best friend called.
“Where are you right now?”
Her voice was frantic, which caught
“Just left the office, heading home…”
me
e off guard.
She cut me off. “Get back to your building NOW. Ryder’s on your office rooftop saying you’re trying to drive him to suicide. He just posted about it, and the reporters are probably already there. The whole internet’s turned against you.”
I gripped the steering wheel tighter.
So that’s what Ryder meant by “knowing what to do.”
He wasn’t repentant at all–he was setting me up.
I forced myself to stay calm and checked Ryder’s latest Instagram post.
He’d screenshotted our text conversation and posted it with the caption:
[It’s all my fault. If my death will calm you down and get you to leave my parents alone, maybe this is the best ending.]
I read it three times, then actually laughed out loud.
Ryder had really outdone himself this time.
I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat and immediately drove back to the office.
Sure enough, there were several police cars parked outside. The rescue team was already set up.
I took the elevator straight to the roof.
Ryder was standing at the edge of the building. His mother had fainted from crying. His father was trying to talk him down.
Ivy was here too.
She was sobbing hysterically now, saying it was all her fault and that she should be the one to die.
What a performance.
I stood at the edge of the crowd and immediately spotted the livestreamers who’d obviously been planted there, broadcasting on TikTok
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I opened my phone and quickly found the livestream–the comments were brutal:
[So if someone doesn’t love you, you’ll destroy their whole family? All you know how to do is abuse your power.
[This antisocial personality disorder is terrifying. You think anyone who doesn’t worship you deserves to die?]
[Really thinks she’s a princess. Can’t have him, so she’ll destroy him. Does she think the world revolves around her?]
[Money and power don’t give you the right to take whatever you want. Just drop dead already!]
While I was still processing the flood of hate, Ivy spotted me first.
She walked straight over and suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me.
“Zara, this is all my fault. Ryder just fell in love with me–you can’t actually let him die!”
“We’re really in love. Love isn’t a crime, but if you’re going to drive Ryder to suicide just because you’re upset, then let me take responsibility for everything!”
Her tone was so noble, her words so carefully chosen.
Because I was “upset,” I was willing to drive a man to his death.
What a monster I was.
After her little speech, Ivy suddenly leaned in close, making sure only I could hear her whisper:
“Zara, you know what your biggest mistake was?”
I raised an eyebrow.
So she had two faces after all.
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