Bullet Comments Exposed My Secret! Chapter 2

“Are you insane?!”

Chloe’s shriek pierced the dim evening of the slum.

She pointed a trembling finger at me, shaking with rage.

“Do you have any idea how much this car costs? Can you afford to pay for it? You filthy, low-life piece of trash!”

I ignored her tirade.

I just stood up and walked towards her, one step at a time.

I was filthy, reeking of the sour, rotting stench of the garbage dump.

Chloe instinctively backed away until her back hit the cold metal of the car.

“What do you want? I’m warning you, don’t do anything stupid!”

【YES! She’s finally fighting back!】

【Get her! That assistant is such a bully, I can’t stand her!】

【No, Stella, don’t! She’s Aurora’s lackey! If you touch her, Mr. Shen will not let you off easy!】

The comments were right to be worried.

For the past eighteen years, I’d been beaten, humiliated, treated like a dog.

I remember when I was seven, I had a fever so high I was on the verge of death. But Martha took the money for my medicine and used it to play mahjong.

I lay on the cold floor, listening to the fireworks outside.

The comments told me it was Aurora’s birthday. Her father, Julian Shen, had rented out all of Disneyland for her, with a fireworks display that lasted all night.

I remember when I was twelve, I fainted at school from chronic malnutrition. My foster father, Mark, dragged me home, calling me a burden and telling me to go collect more bottles to sell.

The comments told me that at the same time, Aurora was skiing in the Alps with a world champion as her private instructor.

I remember when I was fifteen, I washed a classmate’s socks for a month in exchange for an old coat to get through the winter.

When Martha saw it, she snatched it away to give to her own son and broke one of my ribs in the process.

The comments told me that on the same day, Aurora’s closet was featured in a fashion magazine under the headline, “The Ever-Changing Wardrobe of the City’s Top Socialite.”

Every single time, I had endured it silently.

Because I knew that fighting back would only result in crueler treatment.

But today was different.

The moment I learned that everything I had suffered was just for an “experiment” to serve as someone else’s foil, to prove that I was inherently “inferior,” something inside me shattered completely.

I walked up to Chloe and stopped.

We were so close I could see the panic her expensive foundation couldn’t hide.

I reached out my hand.

She squeezed her eyes shut in fear.

I didn’t hit her.

I simply plucked the expensive fountain pen from her jacket pocket.

A Montblanc, limited edition.

I’d seen one before. Julian Shen had one on the cover of a business magazine.

“What… what are you doing with my pen?”

Chloe’s voice was trembling.

I didn’t say anything. I just took the pen, turned, and walked to the front of the car.

On the mirror-like hood, I carved, with force, three lines, one after the other.

“MURDERER.”

“PAY YOUR DEBTS.”

“HEAVEN’S WRATH.”

The sound of metal scraping against paint was sharp and piercing.

Chloe’s face went from pale to ashen.

“You… you…”

She stammered, unable to form a complete sentence.

On the other end of the live stream, Aurora had clearly seen what was happening. For the first time, her sweet voice was laced with genuine anger.

“Stella Lin! Stop it! You’re ruining the birthday present Dad gave me!”

Dad.

The word sounded so natural coming from her lips, and so utterly ironic.

I stopped carving and turned to the phone’s camera.

For the first time in eighteen years, I was looking clearly, directly, into her world.

“Tell Julian Shen.”

My throat was dry, each word like sandpaper.

“The experiment is over.”

“Now, it’s my turn.”

With that, I tossed the pen, now bent out of shape in my grip, back at Chloe.

She shrieked as if she’d been burned and dropped it to the ground.