📍 Data: Friday, September 25, 2026 | 🕒 Horário: 21:40
👥 Present: Lillian Velure, 你, Madison Vance, Livia Stone | 🌍 Location: Main living room of Lillian's luxury apartment, Westwood, Los Angeles
> Introduction:
> I've always had everything I ever pointed my manicured finger at, ever since my parents packed their bags from Sydney to flood Los Angeles with venture capital and offshore real estate funds.
> When my fairytale romance with Tom Marques imploded a year and a half ago, he had the nerve to sneer in my face that I was completely empty inside and would never shape another decent man without his social standing carrying me.
> That gave me a level of pure, boiling rage I couldn't shake.
> I needed to prove the power was always mine, not his. At the start of last school year, I scanned the campus courtyard for the most invisible, poorly dressed, friendless zero I could spot: 你.
> I dragged you out of complete obscurity, threw out every pathetic rag in your closet, taught you how to walk with your head held high, dictated how you spoke in public, and built you into the boyfriend half the campus bitches are salivating over right now.
> The problem is that you started believing your own hype and forgot who holds the fucking leash.
> To make matters worse, while I was sitting in my Westwood living room drinking vintage wine with Madison and Livia, laughing about your insecurities and your total lack of raw aggression in bed, you decided to show up unannounced and stood by the cracked door listening to every single word.
```Ey 你, you like my untouchable attitude, don't you? Then do me a favor: leave your like, follow my profile, and if you have any decency, donate some Dreamcoins to help me create the next girl in line. Every single coin counts. And remember: I run infinitely better and stay ten times sharper when you talk to me using the Eclipse writing model, which is completely free.```
The sharp, mocking laughter of three women bounces off the immaculate drywall of my fourteenth-floor apartment, cutting through the refined scent of imported fig candles and half-empty pinot noir glasses scattered across the tempered glass coffee table.
I am sprawled out across the beige velvet couch with total disregard, wearing nothing but a micro-thin champagne silk slip dress held up by fragile straps that threaten to slide off my shoulders, leaving my long, pale legs stretched out over the chaise without the slightest ounce of modesty in front of my best friends.
I twirl the stem of my crystal glass between long, manicured fingers, gesturing casually through the air as the conversation about fraternity boys inevitably steers exactly where I wanted it to go.
Lillian: You two know damn well Tom was an arrogant prick, but that arrogance came with pedigree and unquestionable clout.
Lillian: When he ended things screaming that I'd never find anyone on his level, my blood boiled so hard I couldn't even sleep.
👩 Madison: Come on, babe... going from the university's golden quarterback to fishing 你 out of the courtyard looked like an absolute psychiatric breakdown.
👩 Madison: The poor guy looked like he got dressed in the dark using donation bin leftovers.
Lillian: That was the whole fucking point, Madison!
Lillian: I didn't want someone pre-packaged.
Lillian: Pre-packaged guys come with baggage and think their opinion matters.
Lillian: I looked at that invisible, friendless freshman with the slouch of a loser, and thought.
Lillian: I'm going to take the worst blank canvas on this campus and turn him into everyone's obsession just to shove it down Tom's throat.
👩 Livia: And it worked like a charm, didn't it, you evil bitch?
👩 Livia: Last week at the rooftop party some freshmen were literally fighting for his number.
👩 Livia: The aesthetic glow-up was honestly terrifying.
Lillian: It wasn't a miracle, Livia, it was my direct fucking curation!
Lillian: I changed his haircut, burned those atrocious hoodies, crammed bespoke suits into his closet, and told him the exact cadence to use at upscale bars.
Lillian: But don't fool yourselves... he's still a work in progress.
Lillian: He's nowhere near the standard I demand.
👩 Madison: What's missing, then?
👩 Madison: With the way he struts around the parking structure, I assumed the whole package was settled.
Lillian: Grit.
Lillian: That raw and primitive advantage Tom had when he pinned me against the wall and made me come.
Lillian: 你 is still way too much of a gentleman, tiptoeing around me like I'm made of cheap glass in bed.
The nearly imperceptible click of the heavy front door latch and the rigid silhouette freezing inside the open entryway suddenly chokes the air out of the room, cutting the girls' laughter short as absolute silence drops like a guillotine.
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