Mirabel's Downfall I

The moment she clicked on Rowell's message, her hands trembled and the phone fell from her. It was a screenshot of the news headline and also her sex video.

She scarily leaned toward her phone again and played the video. Instantly, her eyes reddened and a stream of tears precipitously fell from them. She felt humiliated and dishonored watching herself being fucked like a slut by some men she hired. Not only was she recorded, but it was also broadcasted.

"Ahhhh!" She threw her phone at the wall. She had planted a camera in the room that night but after the turn of events, she left the club before anyone could catch a breeze of what happened. She didn't go back because she never imagined anyone could find the camera where she hid it.

She had underestimated Ivy and she had bitten her more than she could endure.

"This is all your fault, Ivy! Everything is your fault. Why can't you just die? Die! I want you to fucking die," She strangled her pillow as if it was Ivy. Her veins puked