Chapter 1

Someone doxxed me online, and I became the lead actress in their drama.

A mob stormed my house, calling me a gold digger and trashing my store.

They livestreamed the whole thing for the world to see.

【Brothers, look at this. She doesn't work or steal, so how can she afford these designer clothes? She's a certified gold digger! Today, I'll do what the law can't. All gold diggers deserve to rot!】

I stood there, watching them smash my antique vases.

I watched them rip apart a million-dollar painting I'd won at an auction.

A cold smile played on my lips.

I don't know if I deserve to rot, but I know one thing for sure.

Today, you're finished.

No one can save you from what's coming.

I'll make sure of it!

I was sitting in my shop, scrolling through a livestream while eating some fruit.

Suddenly, I froze.

【Busted! This side chick is cheating on four sugar daddies at once. She's the queen of gold diggers!】

Interesting. I tapped the video link below the stream.

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【Listen up, guys. Today I'm exposing this snake. She's a heartbreaker and a thief. A total animal.】

【She called me to fix her AC and opened the door in a silk robe on purpose. Thank God I didn't fall for it.】

【But then she started throwing herself at me. I lost my head and spent hundreds of thousands on her. Now, I have nothing.】

【I found her profile on every dating app. She's a pro. A real gold digger!】

【Think about it. Without her sugar daddies, how could she afford such a huge store?】

The video was blowing up.

It already had over a million likes and tens of thousands of comments.

People were sharing their own horror stories about gold diggers in the comments.

They were getting more worked up by the second, talking about "unboxing" the girl.

In their world, "unboxing" meant doxxing someone and showing up at their door.

【This girl's shop is in the Oakridge Heights area. That place is a gilded cage for trophy wives and sugar babies.】

Oakridge Heights?

Wait, was I the one being hunted?

Oakridge Heights was a convenient, high-end neighborhood.

The residents were mostly successful professionals.

I chose this spot for my boutique because of the great location.

I never imagined it would be called a "gilded cage" by these people.

While I was still processing this, the front door swung open.

"Are you Mia?"

"Are you the owner here?"

I didn't think much of it, assuming they were customers.

"That's me..."

Before I could finish, a heavy hand slammed across my face.

I hit the floor hard, my head spinning.

A hulking man had hit me, followed by several younger guys.

They all had bleached hair and were holding their phones up to film.

The leader called himself Big Vince.

He grabbed me by my hair, forcing my face toward the camera lens.

"Look closely, boys! Big Vince just unboxed the Oakridge gold digger!"

One of the punks checked the address plate outside and gave a thumbs up.

"Vince, it's unit 326. This is the place!"

The big man gave a predatory grin, his breath smelling like stale cigarettes.

"We've got the target, thanks to the fans. Now, let's get real. Let's show these gold diggers what happens when you play with people's lives!"

"Boys, let's go!"

The livestream chat went wild.

One of them pulled down the metal security shutters on my door.

【Big Vince is the man! Keep it real!】

【Beat her! That's what she gets for lying. Trash like her deserves whatever happens!】

【I've seen her before. She was getting out of a Maserati last week.】

The crowd online was bloodthirsty, but I was just confused.

What gold digger?

What did this have to do with me?

Vince didn't care about my confusion.

He started filming every corner of my boutique.

"Look at this, brothers. It's the middle of the day and this huge spa is empty. You think she pays the rent with hard work? No, it's sugar daddy money!"

"This scammer has ruined so many lives to get this cash. Hit that follow button! Big Vince is taking out the trash today!"

I tried to stop him, but the younger guys pinned me down.

Vince saw the viewer count skyrocketing.

He pulled out a metal baton and started smashing everything in sight.

I watched him destroy my life's work and screamed, "Stop it! You have the wrong person!"

"If you don't stop, I'm calling the cops! None of you will get away with this!"

Instead of backing off, they laughed.

Vince shoved the baton right against my cheek.

"You think I'm scared of the cops?"

"Go ahead, call them! You're a fraud. Do you even have the guts to report this?"

The punk holding my hair slapped me twice, his rings cutting my skin.

"Shut up, you lying b*tch! Don't you dare threaten my boss!"

"Exactly! We're doing the community a favor. One less gold digger means one less broken family!"

"We're the good guys here. Why would we be afraid of the police? Grab the tools, boys. Smash it all!"

The punk with the bleached hair started swinging his baton.

He was clever, though.

He avoided the expensive-looking machines and focused on the porcelain vases on the shelves.