My Best Friend Forfeited Her Stanford Full Ride to Become a Tribal Queen in Africa. I Let Her. Chapter 1

I told my best friend that her boyfriend already had five wives back in Africa.

She sneered at me with pure disdain. "I know you're just jealous of me. So what? Are any of them as brilliant or beautiful as I am?"

The next thing I knew, she brought him along to corner and threaten me.

Still, I couldn't bear to see her life ruined, so I told her parents everything.

Her parents couldn't thank me enough. They immediately locked her in her room to save her from herself.

It wasn't until her boyfriend flew back to Africa with another girl that her parents finally let her out.

But instead of taking responsibility, her parents wept and blamed me for everything, telling her it was all my doing.

Consumed by a burning rage, she secretly poisoned my drink and murdered me.

Then, she smeared my name across every social media platform, spreading disgusting, explicit rumors about me.

My mother, consumed by grief and fury, rushed to her house to demand justice—only to be mocked and literally provoked to a fatal heart attack by her parents.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the exact day she was bragging about becoming a tribal queen.

This time, without me standing in her way, I’m going to sit back and watch her claim her "royal" crown.

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"Audrey! He proposed! He said if I go back to Africa with him, he’ll make me his tribal queen!"

I opened my eyes. My best friend, Tiffany Vance, was rolling around on my dorm bed, ecstatically waving a photo of her boyfriend.

"What do you think if I drop out of the Stanford Master's track and just go with him? His family is insanely rich and powerful anyway."

In my past life, an upperclassman in my sorority had already warned me about this guy. He was a lazy, shiftless freeloader who already had five wives back home.

So when Tiffany said she wanted to throw away her education to follow him, I did everything in my power to stop her.

But she just sneered with utter contempt. "So what? Are any of them as brilliant or beautiful as I am?"

I shook my head, pulled out my phone, and showed her a real, documented news report.

I told her about an American girl years ago who was tricked into a remote village by a con artist, had her passport burned, and endured unspeakable torture.

Tiffany let out a cold laugh, completely unbothered. "That’s just because she was incompetent and couldn't hold onto a man's heart. My babe is right—you’re just green with envy!

"Ugh, I was actually planning to invite you over to enjoy the luxury life once I became queen. Now? You don’t deserve it."

With that, she blocked my number, unfriended me on Instagram, and stormed out without looking back.

That evening, when I went out to grab takeout, Tiffany and her boyfriend cornered me on a quiet campus path.

"Babe, she’s the one who said you’re a piece of trash. I had a massive fight with her for you, look, I even blocked her everywhere!"

Her boyfriend gave her a satisfied kiss on the forehead, then turned to me, his face morphing into a terrifying, menacing scowl. In thick, heavily accented English, he growled:

"I’m warning you, stay the hell away from my girl. If I catch you near her again, I’ll beat you to a pulp."

I stumbled backward in fear—not just because of his hideous, violent expression, but because a rancid, overpowering stench was radiating from him, making my eyes water. It smelled like he hadn’t showered in months.

Tiffany was much shorter than him, her head barely reaching his armpit. Standing right there in the epicenter of that sour, putrid body odor... I couldn't even begin to imagine the horror.

After delivering their warning, they aggressively started making out right in front of me.

The scene was too foul to witness. I bolted.

Even though Tiffany cut ties with me, I still couldn't bear to watch her jump into an abyss.

I called her parents.

"Mr. and Mrs. Vance, Tiffany is dating a guy at our school with a terrifying reputation. Please, you need to talk some sense into her!"

Hearing this, her parents thanked me profusely. They drove to campus that very night, dragged Tiffany back home, and locked her securely in her room.

During the weeks Tiffany was grounded, her boyfriend quickly found a new target, and the two of them happily jetted off to Africa together.

When Tiffany was finally let out, she threatened to cut off her family completely. Terrified of losing her, her parents wept and pinned all the blame on me:

"It was all your friend Audrey’s idea! She kept whispering in our ears that your boyfriend was a dangerous criminal, forcing us to lock you up. If you want to hate someone, hate her!"

Nursing a murderous grudge, Tiffany returned to campus. The moment I wasn't looking, she slipped poison into my water flask, killing me.

After I died, she deepfaked my photos and leaked them across Reddit and GreekRank, fabricating disgusting, explicit lies about my personal life.

My mother, broken-hearted and furious, stormed into their house to demand justice, but Tiffany’s parents relentlessly mocked and berated her until she suffered a fatal heart attack right on their doorstep.

This time, without me standing in her way, I want to see if she can successfully wear that crown.