Paid to Disappear on His Proposal Night - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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I knew he wouldn't believe me, so I pulled up the backup account on my phone—the one I'd set up pretending to be my classmate's cousin. Scrolling through the chat history, I shoved the screen in his face. "Why would I make this up? And let's not pretend you don't owe me three months' rent. I cut you slack when we were together, but now? You need to get out."
Darryl had been sending rent to that account every month—until eight months ago, when the payments stopped. At first, I hadn't pressed him. Then he started lumping payments together—$5,000 at a time—before ghosting entirely.
For a second, he just stood there. Then, true to form, he flipped the script. "June, this place isn't cheap. Your parents drained their savings just so you could live like this. And you're gonna throw me out? How selfish can you be?"
He scoffed, crossing his arms. "You're the kind of woman who only looks out for herself—living it up, acting reckless. Keep this up, and no decent guy will ever stick around."
"Funny, I think I'll survive," I shot back. "Now pack your things. And since you're already here, you might as well get started."
I wasn't about to let him derail me, so I waved the movers toward the bedroom.
"Hey! You can't just—"
"You don't get a say," I cut him off. "I want this place empty by sunset. You've been squatting here long enough. If you're not paying, you're not staying."
I tilted my head, feigning curiosity. "Besides, didn't you just get engaged to some rich girl? Why crash here when you could be living it up at her place?"
My best friend, who'd been silently fuming, finally stepped in, phone raised. "Back off, Ronald. I've got the whole thing on video—you and your nephew running your mouths. One upload, and the internet gets to decide what kind of man you really are."
"Delete that," Darryl snapped, lunging for her phone.
She yanked it back, smirking. "Try me. You know I've got hands—I'll gladly use them on you and your little sidekick. So how about you start packing instead? I'll trash the video when you're gone. Though honestly, you're not even worth the storage space."
Grudgingly, Darryl started gathering his things.
Once he was finally out the door, I flashed my friend a grateful thumbs-up.
But the second I stepped into my room, my stomach twisted. Something was off.
My Evil Eye necklace—the one my grandmother gave me, the one I always kept on my desk—was gone.
I never moved it. Never took it off the desk. My grandmother had gotten it for me from a church before she passed. It wasn't just jewelry; it was a keepsake. I tore through the room, heart pounding, but it wasn't there.
I stormed back out. "Ronald—did you see a necklace in there?"
He shrugged. "Didn't see anything."
I whirled on Darryl. "Did you take it?"
He rolled his eyes. "It was just some cheap trinket. Why are you freaking out?"
"Did. You. Take. It?" My voice shook.
"Courtney saw it when she was over," he admitted, like it was nothing. "She's weird about that superstitious crap, so I tossed it. Didn't want her stressing."
Something inside me snapped. My hand flew before I could stop it—a sharp crack echoed as my palm met his cheek. "You threw it away? Because she didn't like it?" My vision blurred with rage. "Where? When?"
Darryl had been sending rent to that account every month—until eight months ago, when the payments stopped. At first, I hadn't pressed him. Then he started lumping payments together—$5,000 at a time—before ghosting entirely.
For a second, he just stood there. Then, true to form, he flipped the script. "June, this place isn't cheap. Your parents drained their savings just so you could live like this. And you're gonna throw me out? How selfish can you be?"
He scoffed, crossing his arms. "You're the kind of woman who only looks out for herself—living it up, acting reckless. Keep this up, and no decent guy will ever stick around."
"Funny, I think I'll survive," I shot back. "Now pack your things. And since you're already here, you might as well get started."
I wasn't about to let him derail me, so I waved the movers toward the bedroom.
"Hey! You can't just—"
"You don't get a say," I cut him off. "I want this place empty by sunset. You've been squatting here long enough. If you're not paying, you're not staying."
I tilted my head, feigning curiosity. "Besides, didn't you just get engaged to some rich girl? Why crash here when you could be living it up at her place?"
My best friend, who'd been silently fuming, finally stepped in, phone raised. "Back off, Ronald. I've got the whole thing on video—you and your nephew running your mouths. One upload, and the internet gets to decide what kind of man you really are."
"Delete that," Darryl snapped, lunging for her phone.
She yanked it back, smirking. "Try me. You know I've got hands—I'll gladly use them on you and your little sidekick. So how about you start packing instead? I'll trash the video when you're gone. Though honestly, you're not even worth the storage space."
Grudgingly, Darryl started gathering his things.
Once he was finally out the door, I flashed my friend a grateful thumbs-up.
But the second I stepped into my room, my stomach twisted. Something was off.
My Evil Eye necklace—the one my grandmother gave me, the one I always kept on my desk—was gone.
I never moved it. Never took it off the desk. My grandmother had gotten it for me from a church before she passed. It wasn't just jewelry; it was a keepsake. I tore through the room, heart pounding, but it wasn't there.
I stormed back out. "Ronald—did you see a necklace in there?"
He shrugged. "Didn't see anything."
I whirled on Darryl. "Did you take it?"
He rolled his eyes. "It was just some cheap trinket. Why are you freaking out?"
"Did. You. Take. It?" My voice shook.
"Courtney saw it when she was over," he admitted, like it was nothing. "She's weird about that superstitious crap, so I tossed it. Didn't want her stressing."
Something inside me snapped. My hand flew before I could stop it—a sharp crack echoed as my palm met his cheek. "You threw it away? Because she didn't like it?" My vision blurred with rage. "Where? When?"
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