Paid in Full for Family Love novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

I watched them rewrite history.

Their pain. Their sacrifice. My betrayal.

My fingers were cold.

The video exploded. Comments flooded in.

[I’m literally shaking. How could she do this to her own mother??]

[Her mom gave her everything and this is how she repays her? Disgusting.]

[Her brother spent his whole life protecting her and she STABS HIM IN THE BACK.]

[This isn’t just ‘dysfunctional family’, this is criminal. Destruction of property, fraud, emotional abuse. Lock her UP.]

[Someone find her. Job, address, phone number. Let’s see how she likes having nowhere

to hide.]

[Sue her for everything. Take it all. Make her PAY.]

I kept scrolling. My hands were shaking.

Someone had already found my number. My company. My apartment building.

Friend requests poured in, each one with a message attached. I didn’t open them. The previews were enough.

My texts filled up.

[Emily Anderson you worthless piece of shit.)

[Rot in hell, you soulless bitch.]

[Hope you get hit by a bus today <31

My phone rang. Strangers. I answered a few. The voices were male, female, young, old. The words were all the same.

I stopped answering.

My boss texted.

Chapter 9

“Emily, our phones haven’t stopped ringing. Clients are threatening to pull contracts because they don’t want to do business with a company that hires someone with

‘character concerns.””

“This has gotten all the way to the top. Take some time off. Don’t come in until this

blows over.”

Then I was suspended.

Now I couldn’t even grab breakfast without the whispers.

“That’s her. The one from the video. Trashed her own family’s house over nothing.”

“So disgusting. If my daughter ever pulled something like that, I’d disown her on the

spot.”

“People like that don’t deserve to breathe the same air as the rest of us.”

“Right? If she’d do that to her own family, imagine what she’d do to anyone else.”

The guy behind the deli counter took one look at me and shook his head. “***~’re

closed.”

Didn’t even bother pretending.

Then

my landlord slid an eviction notice under my door. “I don’t want someone like you living in my building.”

Overnight, I’d become the most hated woman in town.

This is my family.

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