Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
I know why. It was to serve their own purpose. They all used me, and I’m glad the bitch is dead. I started laughing hysterically and couldn’t stop even as tears of fear and dread rolled down my face. “I’m glad you’re dead, you evil bitch. If I live to see it, I’ll piss on your grave.”
Before I could think better of it, I used one of my alias accounts to post the most inflammatory message I could think of, exposing the fact that Mary Hudson and her daughters were little more than a madam with her prostituting puppets. I laughed as I imagined the feeding frenzy, and it wasn’t long before the questions started coming.
For the next half an hour, I enjoyed myself dishing all I knew about them and reveling in the comments from people who shared their own experiences with that family and some who had always suspected that there was something more to them than was shown on their stupid TV show.
Good, I shouldn’t be the only one suffering behind this mess. They played just as big a part in all this. But wait a minute; there was something else that the public didn’t know that Elena didn’t know, something that was sure to eat away at her and maybe send the bitch over the edge. Now was the perfect time to reveal that little nugget since every second that she suffered was life to me.
It wouldn’t be wise to use this account, though, so I switched to another. I lost my train of thought just as I was about to start typing. No doubt, it happened because of the reminder that I could no longer get into Ryder’s accounts the way I used to, which was a shame. I had some of my best days using his name to drag her ass online, and the fans used to eat it up.
It was a souring reminder that those same fans were now singing her praise, some of them even going so far as to apologize for not supporting her over the years. Once again, she was the little princess in everyone’s eyes when only a month ago, she was seen as nothing but a dried-up half-crazy bitch who hadn’t gotten over her lost love.
No one wanted her because she’d shown the world with her behavior that her heart already belonged to someone else, so who would be dumb enough to go there? I was living my dream, well, sort of. At least the public didn’t know how desperate my existence was with a husband who detested me and a father who saw me as nothing more than a cash cow.
Even my modeling career, sparse as it had been, was all thanks to Ryder, but now that he had exposed me, there was no hope for that either. No one was breaking down my door to offer me projects. In fact, that hadn’t happened in quite some time.
Meanwhile, that Nicole bitch was making bank all on the back of her family name, a name that wouldn’t be worth anything if the world knew the truth about who and what they really were.
I thought about their brother again, the only male in their family, the one who knew just as much as I did about them, but I think I had lost the chance to use him against them. I didn’t have any leverage there anyway, not unless he was in the mood to out his monster of a mother for the scheming bitch she was.
It didn’t matter now anyway since she was dead, but I could still fan the flames as I was sure everyone Mary had stepped on, on her way up would be coming out of the woodwork to get their pound of flesh. Besides, right now, it was the only thing I had keeping me from losing it, and I was looking forward to getting my hands on Elena.
When I started the drive here, it seemed very plausible to just grab her off the streets and take her somewhere where I could spend some time dealing with her, but now that the drugs had worn off, I was beginning to see how flawed those plans were.
Speaking of drugs, my skin was starting to itch in the worst way, and my mouth was dry. If I didn’t get something to take the edge off, I’m afraid I would start climbing the walls soon. My eyes felt like they were widening as I sat there, and I could feel my fingers starting to tingle, sure signs that I needed a fix.
This was never a problem before since I always had something on hand. There was never any fear of running out because there was more than enough money in my control, but now it was all gone. I won’t go back to a life of drudgery and poverty; I can’t.