My Arrogant Roommate Flaunted Her "Rich Boyfriend" and Led an Online Attack Against Me—But Her Boyfriend Turned Out to Be My Family’s Security Guard Chapter 2

Rachel came back from her date decked out in a knockoff Chanel outfit, lugging a pile of gifts.

She began unwrapping them one by one, making the rest of the roommates green with envy.

“Rachel, your Chanel outfit looks amazing!”

“Wow, is that Gucci perfume? Can I hold it for a second? It’s so expensive!”

“Rachel, I’m so jealous. You must’ve had dinner at a five-star hotel last night, right?”

Rachel’s smug smile didn’t leave her face for a second. She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye before pulling out a bag from her pile of gifts and holding it up.

“Chloe,” she said, “didn’t you say you also have this same Hermès bag? Why don’t you take it out so we can compare?”

I took out my earbuds, about to respond, but Rachel didn’t give me the chance. She went straight to my closet, opened it without asking, and pulled out my Hermès “picnic” bag.

She placed the two bags side by side.

I looked at my now messy closet and frowned. Just as I was about to snap at her, Rachel raised her voice deliberately.

“Oh wow, Chloe, why does your bag look so different from mine?”

The difference was obvious.

Rachel’s bag was brighter in color, the edges were thicker, and the texture was unnaturally smooth with fewer grains.

As the other roommates gathered around, Rachel put on an exaggerated look of surprise.

“How could they be different? My boyfriend got me this as a date gift. And yours? Oh right, you said you brought it from home, didn’t you?”

Lily, ever eager to join the drama, chimed in with a smirk.

“Remember when Chloe first came to school wearing knockoff designer clothes? It’s no surprise her bag’s fake too. It can’t compare to Rachel’s bag!”

“Chloe,” she added condescendingly, “you really shouldn’t rely on fake bags. I mean, you can’t change your family background, but being materialistic and pretending to be rich will only make it harder for you to face reality.”

Rachel smirked at Lily approvingly, then turned to me.

“I just don’t want a roommate with ‘questionable morals,’ you know?”

I looked at the pair of them, their little back-and-forth act, and honestly wanted to throw my purchase receipt in their faces.

But then I remembered my dad’s constant reminder to stay low-key, and I forced myself to calm down.

“Rachel,” I said, keeping my tone steady, “you think it’s ‘moral’ to go through someone’s closet without permission? And Lily, your shameless flattery is truly impressive.”

Rachel let out a mocking laugh, then grabbed the scissors from my desk.

“If I hadn’t checked your closet, I wouldn’t have discovered how obsessed you are with fake designer goods. Tell you what, Chloe, since we’re roommates, I’ll help you out and get rid of this counterfeit bag for you.”

She raised the scissors, aiming them at my bag.

Lily stepped forward, signaling a few other roommates to hold me back.

I didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink. My voice remained calm.

“Rachel, I don’t really care what you do. But if you so much as scratch that bag, you better be ready to pay up.”

“Even if, hypothetically, my bag is a Hermès knockoff, it would still cost at least a couple of thousand dollars. Are you sure you can afford that?”

“And you just started dating your boyfriend—you wouldn’t want to ask him for money because you destroyed your roommate’s stuff, would you?”

Rachel hesitated, the scissors hovering midair.

After a long pause, she lowered them reluctantly, glaring at me as she returned to her seat.

The other roommates, seeing Rachel back down, quickly dispersed.

I hadn’t expected Rachel to be so easy to handle.

Her own “Hermès” bag was clearly a cheap knockoff, probably no more than a couple hundred bucks.

I shot her a casual glance.

“By the way, Rachel, make sure you clean up my closet.”

Lily immediately jumped in, her voice sharp.

“Chloe, don’t push it!”

Rachel ignored me completely, humming to herself as she stood in front of the mirror removing her makeup.

I didn’t raise my voice this time.

“Rachel,” I said coldly, “I won’t repeat myself. Clean up my closet.”

Rachel clicked her tongue in annoyance and strolled leisurely to the sink to wash her face.

Lily shot me a smug look, as if daring me to do something about it.

I stood up without a word and, with one swift motion, kicked Rachel’s chair over with a loud bang.

“I won’t say it a third time.”

The room fell silent.

My roommates, all pampered girls who’d probably never experienced real confrontation, froze in place.

Even Lily shut her mouth.

Rachel flinched, her whole body trembling.

She clenched her fists like she wanted to argue but ultimately gave in, gritting her teeth as she started tidying my closet.

I heard her mutter a curse under her breath, her voice trembling with tears.

I felt nothing.

When she finished, I inspected my now-neat closet, nodded in satisfaction, and returned to my desk.

I picked up my English textbook and began reading aloud.

My clear, deliberate voice echoed through the still, silent room.