Almost got drugged, I'm saved by the whole Internet
Fortunately, a kind netizen overheard him and his mistress Jessica Carter plotting at a restaurant.
That netizen posted online: [Please share! Let's find Scarlett together. Her boyfriend is planning to drug and rape her!!!]
After seeing it, I quietly poured the drug into the coffee pot I was serving them.
I received countless messages, all warning me to be careful of Ethan.
With trembling hands, I opened the chat. It was a post from a girl called Small-TownDreamer.
[Please share! Let's find the rich girl from New York, Scarlett Taylor.]
[Her boyfriend is taking her back to his hometown in Yonkers. He's gotten several friends to drug and rape her, and they want to film a gang rape video to blackmail her into handing over her assets. Save this girl!!!]
I didn't believe it at first, but when I saw the silhouette photo at the end of the post, I immediately recognized Ethan.
That outfit from head to toe was all bought by me. The solid evidence left me no choice but to believe it.
I glared hatefully at Ethan in the living room, who was on the phone arranging things with people, unable to believe I'd wasted seven years of my youth on such a bastard.
We'd been dating since college and were about to get engaged. We'd made a thoughtful decision to marry.
I'm not a woman who can't survive without a man, nor did I find some poor guy to sponsor.
But Ethan acted so sincere that even my parents were fooled by him.
He put on this act of being poor but proud. He never actively asked me for anything, and even worked part-time jobs every month just so the gifts he gave me would be worthy of me, including twenty-dollar hot chocolates and a two-thousand-dollar handbag.
He said, "I can't let your standard of living drop just because you're with me."
He knew his background wasn't good and his parents couldn't help him much.
To win my parents' approval, Ethan worked desperately hard. I'd never seen anyone more ambitious than him.
He offered his sincere heart and gave me the best things within his means.
But now it seems his sincerity was laughable!
I bit my lip hard and messaged Small-TownDreamer.
[Hello, I'm Scarlett Taylor. I saw your post. Thank you.]
Small-TownDreamer: [Don't mention it. I'm glad you saw it. You didn't come to Yonkers, did you?]
Me: [I'm already here. I'm at his house right now listening to him call people. Can you help me? I'll send you the address, can you come pick me up?]
Small-TownDreamer: [Sure. I'll be right there.]
[By the way, did you see that woman's hand in the photo? You should know who it is, right?]
Me: [I know. Don't worry.]
I would never mistake that hand in the photo.
The diamond bracelet on her hand was the one I accidentally lost six months ago.
Turns out it wasn't lost at all—Ethan had stolen it and given it to Jessica!
I met Jessica five Christmases ago. I clearly remember she had a red birthmark between her left thumb and index finger.
Back then, she deliberately held her birthmark up to my spaghetti to provoke me.
"Ethan says this birthmark of mine is a beauty mark. Scarlett, you should keep an eye on him. He's such a smooth talker—how can you not worry?"
I ignored her, just stared at Ethan with a cold smile. "Is she your childhood sweetheart?"
Ethan quickly shook his head. "She's just a friend."
I pressed further. "A female friend?"
Sensing my displeasure, Ethan sent Jessica away and apologized to me.
"I'm sorry, Scarlett. We used to hang out in a group, and I knew her so well that I never realized she was the type of woman people talk about online. Now I know, and I'll keep my distance from her."
He kept his word.
For five Christmases, I never heard Jessica's name again, never saw her.
He maintained his distance from other women, keeping only me by his side.
His acting was flawless—even now, I haven't found a single crack in his performance.
Last month, he brought his parents to my house to discuss our marriage.
But no matter how much they assured my parents that they valued me as a person and weren't after my family's money, my father insisted Ethan sign a prenup before agreeing to our marriage: "Whether it's premarital assets or post-marriage earnings, you'll each keep your own—no joint property. As long as you sign this, I'll feel comfortable giving Scarlett to you."
Ethan's expression instantly stiffened, but he still smiled and agreed.
I think that was the trigger for him wanting to drug me.
He meticulously planned this trap, disguising himself and enduring for seven Christmases, only to end up with nothing.
So he snapped. He and Jessica conspired to destroy me in the most vicious way possible, planning to drive my parents insane and seize everything he'd been coveting.
I won't let him succeed.
Filthy things belong in bottomless mud pits.
"Scarlett, tonight I want to introduce you to my old friends. You have no idea how envious they are that I have a girlfriend like you."
Ethan wrapped his arms around me affectionately, then put on a troubled expression. "By the way, do you remember Jessica?"
I suppressed a cold laugh. "I remember. What about it? Is she coming too?"
Ethan scratched his head awkwardly. "You know, Jessica and I haven't been in touch for ages, but I invited everyone in our circle. If I didn't invite her, people might talk."
He pulled me into his embrace, coaxing me. "Don't be mad, okay? I won't talk to her. We'll just pretend she doesn't exist, alright?"
I felt sick to my stomach.
I pushed him away expressionlessly, staring at him for a full two minutes until I finally caught that flicker of guilt on his face.
It's really not easy acting opposite someone so skilled at deception!
I put on a displeased look. "Fine, I can't not give you face."
While he was on the phone inviting friends, I quietly searched through all his pockets and luggage.
Finally, I found a 30ml bottle of GHB in a shoe bag in his suitcase.
Thirty milliliters! That was enough for ten people.
I poured the GHB into a small cosmetic bottle and filled the original bottle with tap water, putting it back in place.
Ethan was in the yard talking quietly with his parents, Kyle Perez and Melissa Perez.
I saw Melissa covering her mouth with a wicked smile. She kept reassuring Ethan that no matter what noise came from upstairs tonight, she and Kyle would sleep soundly and hear nothing.
Perfect, that put my mind at ease too.
I took coffee beans from my suitcase and used that yellowed coffee pot to brew them a pot of premium coffee.
Soon, nine people arrived, with Jessica being the only woman.
They were completely rude, not even greeting me before grabbing the cherries on the table and eating them.
This was my first time dealing with Ethan's friends.
I raised an eyebrow and asked the well-dressed Ethan, "These are all your old friends?"
Jessica felt insulted and lifted her chin to look at me with contempt. "We grew up with Ethan. Scarlett, you're a rich girl from New York. It's normal for you to look down on us country folks."
A man named Noah Watson took a drag of his cigarette and glanced at me. "City people sure know how to put on airs. Don't come crying to us later."
Several of them couldn't hide their excitement, looking me up and down as if I were already standing naked in front of them. Their gazes were disgusting and perverted.
Watching them finish the entire plate of cherries, I finally saw Ethan's true intentions.
He was like a pile of mud that you could barely prop up against a wall, only to have it slide back into the stinking sludge because he was rotten to the core.
I looked coldly at Ethan. "What do your friends mean? I was trying to be a good host. I used Geisha coffee that costs thousands of dollars per pound. Why are they saying I look down on them? Since they all think so poorly of me, I'll just leave. I don't want to be a bother here!"
I rushed into the bedroom and grabbed my bag, heading for the door. Ethan quickly stopped me.
"Scarlett, don't listen to their nonsense. Country people are always crude in their speech. They're not targeting you."
He gave Jessica a meaningful look. "Hurry up and pour Scarlett some coffee, apologize to her. If you make her leave, nobody benefits!"
Despite her reluctance, she poured coffee for everyone.
She apologized unwillingly, "Sorry, Scarlett, we're used to speaking bluntly. Let me drink this cup of coffee first."
After all nine of them finished drinking, I handed my coffee to Ethan.
"I don't drink coffee. You have it."
I picked up the empty coffee pot and pointed to the Conti red wine on the table. "You guys drink first. I'll go wash the coffee pot."
Ethan asked with a smile, "You're not angry anymore, right?"
I playfully tapped his chest and took their cups.
"Not angry anymore. I'll go wash the coffee pot and prepare some food for you."
Jessica quickly called out to me. "Scarlett, you haven't had anything to drink yet. If you don't drink coffee, at least have some water."
Did she think I couldn't see the medicine bottle by her feet?
I smiled and took the cup, drinking it down. As they breathed a sigh of relief, I went downstairs.
Jessica laughed wickedly, "Everyone gets a taste. Ethan won't mind."
I went into the kitchen expressionlessly, put down the coffee pot, and immediately climbed over the wall to escape.
The drug would take effect in ten minutes, and the action camera I'd placed in the corner would automatically send footage from inside the house to my phone.
I couldn't wait to watch them get their comeuppance.
Small-TownDreamer and I exchanged contact information. She was already waiting at the village entrance.
For safety reasons, we stayed on the phone until I got in the car, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
Her name is Stella Edwards. She looks delicate, but appearances can be deceiving.
"I'm telling you, if I hadn't been worried that exposing them would put you in danger, I would've charged up there and beaten the crap out of that vicious couple that day.
"Damn those two idiots! Their brains must be waterlogged to come up with such a despicable scheme.
"I can't stand gold-digging men who want everything. No matter how sincere they pretend to be, they can't change their vile nature or hide their bastard faces.
"He's such an ugly man who never looks in the mirror, and he's greedy as hell. I curse him to lose control of his bladder and bowels when he gets old. He deserves to get slapped."
She was right, though her language was pretty crude.
I couldn't help but laugh. Stella realized this and shut her mouth.
"Sorry. I lost control for a moment."
"It's fine. It felt good hearing you curse them out."
She smiled awkwardly and turned to ask me, "So what's your plan now?"
I felt uncomfortable and leaned back in my seat, breathing slightly heavily.
"I'm planning to find a hotel to rest for the night. Tomorrow I'll bring people to his house to make a scene and ruin their reputation first."
Stella slammed the steering wheel: "Alright, I'll call some friends to come with you tomorrow."
She dropped me off at the hotel and left, promising to pick me up in the morning.
I took a shower and lay in bed watching some adult videos.
In the living room, six bottles of Romanee-Conti were already empty, the bottles scattered across the floor.
Ethan wasn't there—he must have gone looking for me.
When Jessica started complaining about the heat and began undressing, leaving only a camisole, the real show began. Her face was flushed red as she sat on the sofa with her legs pressed together, her hands constantly caressing her body.
Noah was mesmerized by her and squeezed next to her, directly fondling her breasts.
After the drugs and alcohol kicked in, no one remembered that today's main character was supposed to be Scarlett. They started having sex right there on the sofa.
The people nearby got excited too, stripped off their clothes, and joined in.
Those men also started up, first one-on-one, then forming a chain.
I felt sick watching it, like I'd stumbled onto a porn site.
Soon, Ethan burst through the door, panting heavily.
His voice was hoarse: "That woman got away. Stop this and come help me catch her. She's not familiar with this area, so she can't have gone far."
But no one cared about his words now.
A hand reached behind him, slipping into his waistband.
Ethan shuddered, his body tensing up.
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