Chapter 6
Once the legal proceedings began, I was surprised to find out how lovesick he was.
He’d handed over millions‘ worth of my jewelry to Jenny, and she either gave it away or sold it. Tracking down the buyers was hopeless because she’d sold the pieces for a fraction of what they were worth.
Behind bars, Melvin lost it when he saw Jenny’s tear–streaked face. “Jenny, what the hell is wrong with you? You sold a bag worth hundreds of thousands for five grand?”
Jenny sobbed, her breath catching between cries. “I didn’t know! I’ve never owned a bag worth more than 50 bucks. How was I supposed to know one could be that expensive? My family’s house didn’t even cost much more! And Chanel bags only go for a few hundred
online…”
Melvin was fuming. “Those are fakes! If you can’t even tell the difference, what are you doing with luxury goods? Track down the buyers! Beg them if you have to! You’re really just going to sit back and let me rot in here? That stuff went through you. You think you’re walking away clean?”
Ralph said Jenny had come around begging for me a few more times, but he turned her
away each time.
Meanwhile, Finn from the orphanage had come down with pneumonia—maybe the sudden change had been too much for him, emotionally and otherwise.
I smirked. “Tell me when it’s lung cancer.” @
I visited Melvin in prison and told him that if he and Jenny couldn’t pay off the debt within three months, everything they owned would be seized.
Through the glass, I saw that the bruises on Melvin’s face still hadn’t faded. He broke down
in tears.
“Willow… please, just give us a chance. You’re loaded. You’ve got more money than you
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know what to do with. Are jewelry, designer bags, and money really that important to you?
“How can you rich people be so heartless? You blow hundreds of thousands on a single meal. Why can’t you just spare a little for us poor folks?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Seriously, you’re trying to guilt–trip me? Sure, maybe I drop a fortune on a meal, but it’s my money. I earned it. You stole my bag to bankroll your side. piece, and now you’re playing the victim?”
Melvin trembled, “Do you have no mercy? Jenny’s mom is in the hospital, battling cancer, and they can’t even afford chemo. You’re pushing us to the brink… Do you want to ruin us?”
My eyes lit up. “Is that so?”
He nodded. “Yeah, her mom’s in the final stage of cancer. The hospital says she might not
make it…”
I smiled. “Perfect. Nothing brings me more joy than watching you all hang by a thread.”
Melvin quivered, unable to speak.
I was stepping out of prison when Jenny’s social media account suddenly sprang back to life. It seemed she’d forgotten her high–society persona.
She posted a nine–grid collage–at the top left was a dimly lit ICU entrance, and at the bottom right was a photo of her and Melvin together.
In the center was a picture of a silver–haired woman lying in bed, tubes running into her body, with Jenny holding her hand.
The caption read, “We’re just regular people, fighting to survive, yet trampled underfoot by Crestford’s heiress. She’s the golden child–wealthy, powerful, untouchable. We have nothing left, not even a shred of dignity. Is there any justice in this world?”
The post sent shockwaves across the internet, and swarms of misinformed users flooded
the comments.
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“An heiress picking on regular folks?”
“Do the rich think they’re above the law now?”
“Can someone find out who she really is?”
Unfortunately, the post was taken down in no time. I contacted someone at the social
media platform, and her account was suspended, with her content deleted.
Furious, she posted it on another platform.
This time, I didn’t bother taking it down. Instead, I released the evidence I’d prepared long
ago.
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