My cousin came to the city looking for work, and like a chump, I helped her find a place to stay. But not even two days later, she tells me, all freaked out, that some creep is stalking her. So, I take her to the cops, and guess who it turns out to be? The son of the richest dude in town! Since he hadn't actually hurt her, the cops could only mediate. The rich kid's all like, "I was gonna check you out for a while, see if I wanted to marry you. But you dragged me down to the station? Forget it. Seriously disappointed." My cousin was kicking herself, trying to beg him to reconsider, but the guy had already moved on to some other chick. She went ballistic, stormed into my place, and stabbed me to death, screaming the whole time: "If it wasn't for your stupid ideas, I'd be marrying that rich guy right now! It's all your fault! All your fault!" I died from blood loss. Then I wake up, and I'm back to the day my cousin came to me for help. …… "Ugh, sis, what am I supposed to do?" "Someone's been going through my trash every day, and some pervert's been watching me through my window with binoculars! I feel like I'm being followed everywhere I go... "Sis, you're my favorite cousin in the whole world, and my folks told you to look after me before I came here. You gotta help me!" On the phone, my cousin sounded all desperate, practically crying her eyes out. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath: "But you live in a really nice neighborhood. Whoever's stalking you must be someone important, right?" She hesitated right away. So I pretended to be worried, saying: "What if it's some rich guy with a fetish? Even if we call the cops, we'll never win! Ugh, what are we gonna do?" Hearing that, my cousin started stammering: "Well, uh, sis, maybe I'll just figure something out myself. Gotta go! Bye!" Then she hung up on me, just like that. I let out a huge sigh of relief. Okay, at least I passed the first hurdle. Last time, as soon as I heard about it, I was all on alert, dragging her around to gather evidence and call the cops. Later, at the police station during mediation, we found out the guy was the son of the richest family in the city! My cousin freaked, not only dropping the charges but blaming herself for missing out on a chance to hit the jackpot. She even started stalking the guy herself! Then, to try to land him, she put on some lingerie that barely covered more than my cell phone and went to his house to try to seduce him! But the guy wasn't having it. He just laughed at her: "I was kinda interested in you at first, but then you had to call the cops on me? I told you, that was just me testing out a future wife! "Well, I'm into someone new now. You? Get lost!" My cousin had a meltdown, barged into my place, and stabbed me twenty-something times with a fruit knife! That's when I found out she blamed me for helping her gather evidence and call the cops, which made her miss out on marrying into millions! I put down my phone and smirked to myself. Well, this time, don't come crying to me. 2. I spent a few peaceful, happy days without contacting my cousin, and she didn't contact me either. That was unusual. Ever since my cousin came to the city, she'd been a total pain in the ass, always needing something or just bored and wanting me to take her out to eat. She said she was looking for a job, but finding a job isn't that easy. She went to a couple of interviews and then decided she was done, trying to mooch off me any way she could. At first, my aunt, playing the "family" card, had my mom rent a place for my cousin in my neighborhood, paying a whole year's rent upfront. My aunt said she'd pay us back, but she never did, not even by the time my cousin stabbed me to death. Not to mention, my cousin was always coming over to bum stuff off me, even taking showers at my place! She used up half a bottle of my Jo Malone body wash in three days! She'd eat my cherries and durian like there was no tomorrow, and even take some with her! She used my black bandage face cream like it was free! She sprayed my Hermes Terre d'Hermes cologne like it was air freshener! And she was always asking to borrow money, three or five grand at a time, never paying it back. I don't even know what she planned to use to pay me back. Was she my cousin or a freaking bandit? I'd wanted to shut her out a long time ago, but my mom wouldn't let me! My mom said that when she was little, her parents were always busy working in the fields, and her sister, my aunt, carried her on her back and raised her. So, in her mind, my aunt's daughter was like her own daughter! I got pissed right then and there. "Mom, you and Aunt have a great relationship. That was between you two, don't make me pay for it! "If you want to take care of her, fly back from Europe and take care of her yourself. Don't use me as your good deed!" My mom gave me a sheepish smile: "I know, I know. "So, I won't let you do it for nothing, Mom'll give you a little something for your troubles! Just think of it as helping me out! "Don't worry about the money she borrowed, Mom'll cover it. And you can buy new stuff to replace what she used! "Thanks for helping your mama, sweetie!" Then, before I even hung up, I got a notification on my bank account... Two million bucks. I wasn't angry anymore. After all, my mom actually paid me! That's why I went out of my way to help my cousin last time, only to end up stabbed to death. I can't imagine how sad my parents would be if they knew. Anyway, I knew my cousin's habits. She'd use mine instead of buying her own, treating my stuff like it was hers. So, her not contacting me was really weird. To keep her from causing more trouble, I did a little digging. She had a boyfriend! And it was the stalker guy! 3. I was surprised, but not really. After what I said, my cousin probably wanted to meet the stalker. And from what I knew, the stalker was going to brag about who he was. Last time, I was the one who caught him and insisted on taking him to the cops, even though he was yelling about his family. This time, my cousin caught him. Last time, she chickened out when she found out he was the son of the richest family. But this time... I sincerely hope they get married and stay locked up together! Don't go messing with anyone else! I thought I was off the hook, but then one day I came home from work and ran right into my cousin. She was in my closet, stuffing bags. My designer bags. She was packing them, one inside the other, a dozen bags in one tote! My vanity was open too, and all the Tiffany necklaces, Van Cleef & Arpels bracelets, Cartier bangles, Bulgari rings... all crammed into another bag, ready to be taken. I was stunned for a second, then fury set in. Was she opening a shop? Who gave her the nerve? I yelled: "What are you doing?! Put that stuff down!" My cousin flinched, then seemed to find some courage from somewhere, puffing out her chest and saying, like she owned the place: "What? You have so many bags and jewelry. I see you just leave them there. I'll just borrow a few, so what? "We're practically sisters. You're so rich. You don't need to worry about this, right? "Oh, and can you lend me some money? It's my boyfriend's birthday soon, and I can't give him something cheap. I want to get him a CK belt." I almost laughed out loud. "Borrow money? Get outta here! "A few things? You have some nerve! "That ring you're holding costs $1.6 million, that bracelet costs $2 million, and even the cheapest Alhambra necklace is worth $60,000 used! "Not to mention the bags you're taking. Do you even know how much that CK bag costs? Even the tote you're stuffing everything in cost $80,000! "All the stuff you packed is worth over $5 million used. And you call that 'a few things'? "How much money do you have to be talking like that?" My cousin rolled her eyes: "Ugh! Do you even know who I'm dating right now? It'll scare you to death! "The only son of the richest guy in the city! His family's worth hundreds of millions! "My boyfriend's that kind of guy, so I need stuff that matches my status, right? "I'm just borrowing it, I'll pay you back! We're so close, why are you freaking out? "When I marry that rich kid, I'll give you back even better stuff!" Hearing that, I snorted. Marry the rich kid? In her dreams! I pointed my finger at her and said sharply: "Put everything down right now! "If you want stuff that matches your status, earn it yourself or ask your rich-kid boyfriend, don't come begging here! "I'm telling you, I'm not giving you any of this stuff! "And I don't need your promises, because every single one of these things means something to me! Who gave you the right to touch them? "I'm telling you, if even one thing is missing, I'm calling the cops! This is breaking and entering! "If you don't listen... don't blame me for not acting like family and sending you to jail! "Don't believe me? See if I care!" Seeing my cousin looking all defiant, I smirked: "I was looking out for you because of my mom, but after what you've done, not even God could help you! "Put down that stuff! Empty your pockets! And get the hell out!" My cousin glared at me, then threw the stuff she was holding on the ground: "Let me tell you something! Don't act so high and mighty just because you have a few bucks! One day..." She stomped her foot. "One day, I'm gonna slap that smile off your face! Don't underestimate me because I don't have money now! "You have so much designer stuff at such a young age, who knows how you got your money! "Probably earned it on your back! "Ugh! I don't even want your dirty stuff, bought with your dirty money! "When I marry the rich kid, you'll see!" After she stormed off, I looked at the mess on the floor and shrugged. Marry the rich kid? She didn't know that the richest guy in the city didn't even have a son.
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