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. Chapter 1 "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. Chapter 2 "Whatever you decide, babe, I'm backing you up a hundred percent. "Your boyfriend sounds like an absolute emperor over there. If you go, wouldn't that make you the ultimate Queen?" I playfully bent my knee in a mock curtsy. "All hail Her Royal Highness!" This sent Tiffany’s vanity through the roof. She laughed triumphantly for a good minute before narrowing her eyes, scanning me up and down. "Audrey, why don't you come with me? I can totally hook you up with one of his brothers. "I’ll be the Queen, and you can be a Princess. Deal?" Ah. I wondered why Tiffany, who usually kept secrets from me, suddenly ran over to ask for my opinion. Turns out she was terrified of going alone and wanted a sidekick to drag along. I intentionally snatched her boyfriend's photo, putting on a face of absolute adoration. "Oh my god, can you share his contact info? I heard guys over there can marry multiple wives anyway. We're sisters—it doesn't matter which one of us gets to be the queen, right?" Tiffany’s face instantly dropped. She snatched the photo back, stuffing it into her pocket, and snapped, "Hands off your best friend's man. Don't you have any morals?" Suppressing my intense disgust, I linked my arm through hers and pouted playfully. "I just want to stay close to you! Once you're a tribal queen, how am I supposed to see you whenever I want?" Tiffany bared her teeth in a smug, wide grin. "True. Fine, I won't hold it against you!" Right on cue, her phone rang. It was her boyfriend, demanding she meet him at a motel. Hanging up, Tiffany leaned in mysteriously and whispered that before leaving for Africa, she needed to "create a powerful anchor" to lock her boyfriend down, ensuring her royal status was secure. Enduring the nauseating wave of her odor, I walked her to the campus gates and waved goodbye. If she didn't leave right then, I was going to throw up my dinner from last night. Spending so much time with him had clearly ruined Tiffany’s own hygiene. From that day on, Tiffany completely stopped showing up to classes. Our academic advisor was furious and left dozens of voicemails for her parents. She was an only child, and her parents doted on her blindly. The moment the advisor hung up, they drove straight to campus and cornered me right at the entrance of my dorm building. Since I was Tiffany’s only real friend on campus, I was always their first point of contact for any emergency. In my past life, I was more than happy to help them. I never expected them to repay my kindness with cold-blooded betrayal. The moment Tiffany’s mother saw me, she dropped to her knees, grabbing my hands and weeping dramatically. "Audrey, please! Ask yourself, haven’t I always treated you like my own daughter? You can't just stand by and watch our Tiffany ruin herself!" With that, she whipped out a stack of crisp hundred-dollar bills from her purse and shoved them into my hands, sobbing. "You don't even have to ask, I will gladly pay you. Just tell us where she is!" Students were constantly drifting past the dorm entrance. They were instantly fooled by her pathetic, weeping performance and began turning on me. "Wow, talk about a gold digger. Extorting her best friend's grieving parents? Gross." "Right? I heard she got a full ride for a Master's track. Clearly, her morals are completely bankrupt. We should report this to the Dean tomorrow—maybe they'll revoke her spot and open it up for someone else." "Disgusting. I'm recording this and posting it on TikTok so everyone can see what a monster she is. Don't let her ruin anyone else." I rubbed my temples. Dealing with this family of manipulative grifters was exhausting. I dialed 911 right then and there, turned on the speakerphone, and handed it directly to Tiffany’s mother. "Mrs. Vance, I haven't seen Tiffany in days either. For her safety, let’s let the police handle it immediately." Her mother’s face stiffened awkwardly. She knew exactly what kind of trashy things her daughter was up to and desperately wanted to avoid getting law enforcement involved. Seeing her hesitate, the crowd of students chimed in to encourage her. "Don't be scared, ma'am! We've got your back!" "Yeah, there are so many fake friends these days. Who knows if this girl did something to your daughter!" "Exactly, don't waste time! Tell the dispatcher everything!" Chapter 3 Left with no choice, Tiffany’s mother stammered through an explanation of the situation to the dispatcher. Within a short while, the police traced her phone ping to a sketchy, hourly-rate motel down the highway. They dispersed the crowd to protect the "victim's" privacy. But of course, some drama-obsessed students secretly followed them, opening a live broadcast on their phones. I made sure to stay far away. If Tiffany saw me there, she would find a way to blame me for the humiliation. Instead, I watched the livestream safely from my dorm room. As the viewer count exploded, it seemed like half the university was tuned in. On screen, Tiffany’s mother looked green. She was terrified of two possibilities: either her daughter was there voluntarily doing something shameful, or she was actually kidnapped. Either way, with this much publicity, her daughter’s reputation was going to be utterly trashed. She tried to call off the investigation and tell the officers to leave, but the police, fearing a dangerous suspect might be inside, insisted on verifying Tiffany’s safety before clearing the scene. Soon, the officers kicked the motel room door open, with Tiffany’s parents trailing right behind them. An absolutely grotesque, unspeakable scene filled the screen. The livestream chat went completely wild, comments flying at hyper-speed: [Ew, what the hell! I need bleach for my eyes!] [College kids these days are wilding out, omg!] Just as the chat was reaching a fever pitch, the stream was abruptly banned. Someone immediately created a burner account to restart the stream for clout. In the video, Tiffany’s parents' faces drained of color, turning a ghostly white before flushing a deep, violent crimson. The police interrogated them repeatedly, but Tiffany kept screaming that everything was completely consensual, making her dad look like he wanted to slap her into next week. Once the police confirmed it was just a massive, trashy misunderstanding, they washed their hands of it and left. Then came the main event. Since her parents doted on their precious daughter too much to lay a finger on her, they directed a hundred percent of their fury toward her boyfriend. Tiffany’s dad let out a feral roar, raising a fist to smash it directly into the guy's face. But before the fist could connect, her dad let out a pathetic shriek and went flying across the room, crashing into the wall. The boyfriend cracked his knuckles and snapped his fingers in a mocking, arrogant gesture. Instead of checking on her bruised father, Tiffany stood by the bed, clapping her hands and squealing with delight. "Babe, you are incredible! That was so alpha! God, I love you so much!" Fueled by her worship, the boyfriend grew even more arrogant, pounding his chest like a gorilla and flexing his muscles. Tiffany’s mother wanted to help her husband up, but one threatening glare from the boyfriend froze her in her tracks. She collapsed into a corner, slapping her own chest and wailing hysterically. "It’s all because of that miserable bitch, Audrey! I see it clearly now—she’s intentionally trying to tear our family apart! "Tiffany, you can't let her blind you! Your father has a terrible heart condition! Go find that Audrey girl and beat her to death!" Hearing my name, Tiffany's expression shifted drastically. Then, her eyes darted around as a twisted idea formed, and she dragged her boyfriend out the door. Shoot. They were coming for me. This family was more relentless than a curse. I quickly started throwing things into a bag, intending to go home and lay low. But then I stopped. Tiffany knew my home address. If she couldn't find me at school, she would terrorize my mother. There was no running away from this. I walked out and found a highly public, heavily crowded quad on campus, sitting down calmly to await her arrival. Chapter 4 Tiffany marched up, dragging her boyfriend behind her. But to my utter surprise, she looked... thrilled? Baring her teeth in a massive grin, she slid into the seat right next to me, gripping my arm tightly. "Audrey, you are an absolute genius! I was so worried my parents would stand in our way, but look at them now! They won't dare say a single word against us!" I forced a stiff, awkward smile. She leaned down, whispering directly into my ear, "Hehe, and this actually proved to my babe that my love for him is stronger than my bond with my own parents. He's going to worship me even more now." I was genuinely horrified by her psychological gymnastics, but I kept nodding in mock agreement. Two days later, Tiffany’s parents had the audacity to text me as if nothing had happened, asking me to help them trick Tiffany into coming home. I blocked their numbers instantly. They didn't dare show their faces on campus anymore, utterly terrified of getting thrashed by her boyfriend again. In the weeks that followed, her parents went completely silent. Tiffany disappeared from campus for over two months; word was her parents had filed for an extended medical leave of absence for her. According to a sorority senior, the boyfriend couldn't get ahold of Tiffany, so he simply moved on and found a new girl to hook up with. No wonder my left eyelid had been twitching lately. The timeline was realigning itself with my past life. I immediately tracked down the boyfriend's new target. I laid out his entire history, telling her exactly how many girls he was juggling at once. Fortunately, this girl actually had a brain; she dumped him on the spot and even bought me a Starbucks drink to thank me. I couldn't help but feel a wave of irony. The only one who treated that human garbage like a priceless treasure was Tiffany. After getting dumped, the boyfriend's reputation on campus was entirely ruined. Desperate, he turned his sights back to his easiest mark: Tiffany. He somehow dug up her home address and began harassing her family, showing up at their house every single day to cause a scene. And just like that, Tiffany’s locked-down heart began to throb with wild romance once more. Her parents sneaked onto campus during a window when the boyfriend wasn't around, cornering me right outside my dorm room again. With tears and snot streaming down her face, Tiffany’s mother dropped to her knees, attempting to guilt-trip me into submission. "Audrey, please! Tiffany is on a hunger strike at home! Her body is going to give out! You’re her best friend, you have to do something! If all else fails... why don't you try to seduce that man away from her? "Honestly, this is your fault too. If you had stopped her aggressively from the very beginning, she wouldn't be this deeply infatuated! You need to atone for what you did!" I snapped. I couldn't swallow this garbage for one more second. "Are you insane, lady? Did I force them into that motel room? You can't even control your own daughter, and you expect a total outsider to manage her life?" Ever since the motel livestream incident, most of the building knew about the Vance family drama. Several girls with a strong sense of justice immediately stepped up to back me up. "Seriously, fix your own trashy family instead of harassing other people. Get psychological help." "Where is the resident advisor? Why do we keep letting these delusional strangers into our hall? It’s ruining the vibe." Tiffany’s mother opened her mouth to screech back, but her husband quickly leaned down, whispering something urgent in her ear. Flustered, the two of them shuffled away like beaten dogs. I thought they had finally given up, but over the weekend, while walking down a quiet path on my way home, someone blindsided me from behind. Everything went black. When I regained consciousness, I found myself tied to a chair inside Tiffany’s house. She was currently throwing a tantrum, smashing decor against the walls. Seeing me wake up, her parents rushed over with oily smiles, untying my hands. "Audrey, sweetie, we know you're a good girl. We were truly desperate, or we would never have resorted to this. Please, just talk some sense into Tiffany." I recoiled, pulling my hands away. But then a thought struck me: if I defied them openly right now, there was no telling what desperate, violent things this unhinged family would do to me. I forced a compliant smile and nodded. Still paranoid, Tiffany’s mother confiscated my phone before unlocking the door to Tiffany's bedroom, shoving me inside, and immediately locking it behind me. The moment Tiffany saw me, she dropped the expensive collectible figurine she was about to smash and threw her arms around me. "Audrey! What took you so long? Is my babe losing his mind out there? "My psycho parents took my phone, so I can't text him. You have to message him for me! I’m terrified he’ll do something tragic if he thinks I abandoned him!" Suddenly, Tiffany cut herself off, doubling over and dry-heaving violently into a trash can. Though I had never witnessed it in person before, I had seen it enough on TV to know instantly—she was pregnant. Tiffany and I locked eyes, and I knew she realized that I knew. I knocked loudly on the bedroom door, calling out to her parents that Tiffany had finally calmed down and was craving the specialized wontons from the diner downtown. Her parents exchanged a thrilled look. Her dad whipped out a fifty-dollar bill, hesitated, and reluctantly handed it to me. "Audrey, thank you for the trouble. Keep whatever change is left as a tip!" The moment I left the house, I noticed her mother tailing me from a distance. I intentionally slipped through the back door of the busy diner, sprinted to a nearby pharmacy, bought a digital pregnancy test, and hid it securely inside my sports bra. When I returned, her parents patted me down thoroughly, even checking the plastic takeout bags multiple times. Once they were satisfied I hadn't smuggled a phone, they let me back into the room. A few minutes later, I stared at the digital display in Tiffany's hand showing a clear, undeniable PREGNANT. I fell into deep thought.
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