My Mom Reposting My Uncensored Photos After My Death

I was dead. I was hidden in the fridge for 40 days before they found my body.I was completely naked, and my face was twisted into an eerie expression. Anyone could see the inhumane torture I had undergone before I died.Then, high-definition uncensored photos of my body began to spread across the internet. Even in death, I could not escape the public's heated gaze as they judged and commented on my body."I expected nothing less from a celebrity who's all about fan service. She's incredibly hot!" "I heard you had to pay 30 grand for a full day with her! Just imagine all the things the wealthy can do.""So what if she was a celebrity? Those monsters will ruin whoever they want to."Negative comments flooded the posts that contained those photos.I shuddered as I turned to look at the middle-aged woman before me—Karen Palmer, my mom. Despite all the rumors flooding her phone, my mom nonchalantly scrolled through them all.The biggest reaction I saw was a frown as she liked an

I smiled at her. "Is that so? I guess karma does exist, huh?"After this, Juliet and I swapped situations. She became the target of everyone's mockery while I got to sign with a few brands.It did not take long before my mom summoned me home under the guise of 'missing me'.I scoffed when I recalled what happened in my previous life—she had set me up on blind dates with some upstart businessmen at home."Do you think you're still young? As if any young man would still want you! You should be happy with who I set you up with! At least they're not crippled and they live in the area."I was financially independent in my mid-20s, and I was confident in my looks and smarts. I knew that I was above average, yet those words managed to beat down my self-worth anyway. Now that I thought about it, it was obvious that she was trying to manipulate me so that I would give her exorbitant wedding gifts.So, I changed my number and blocked both my mom and my sister. I also stopped paying for t

But so what? I shrugged and looked at Juliet mockingly. "You'll never be clean of this. It will always be on your record. As long as you stand on that stage, haters will never forget the dirty things you've done. So what if you deleted the comments? You still lost 400,000 followers, didn't you?" My words had hit a sore spot because Juliet's expression grew cold, and she glanced at the other members.They understood what she meant. They quickly closed the makeup room door and proceeded to surround me.There were no cameras in the makeup room, and this was a common tactic small gangs used to bully others.I had my fair share of experience as their victim, but I would not let that happen anymore. I watched as Juliet grabbed the cup of boiling water on the table and aimed it at my thigh. Chuckling, I pulled out a small knife I hid in my bag and pressed it against her neck.Everyone was shocked, and Juliet did not dare to move an inch."You like making people's lives hell, don't

My mom proceeded to send me a screenshot of the contract Penelope had signed to boast.I took a quick glance and immediately realized that it was full of loopholes.Sometime later, I attended a banquet and ran into Cade again. I heard that he had signed a contract with a huge upcoming drama. Things were promising for him. "Would you like the director's contact? We haven't decided on the female lead yet." Cade smiled.I accepted the offer and received the director's contact.On my way home, I suddenly received a message from Cade: "Is this your necklace?"I touched my neck and realized that it was empty. It must've fallen off without me noticing, and it had been a gift from a fan too. Thank goodness he found it.However, my relief did not last long because I received a solemn voice message from him soon after."Which fan is this from? It's not a normal necklace. There's a GPS tracker embedded in it, which means they can find out where exactly you are. It's usually used by stalk

"I know you think I've embarrassed you by joining the entertainment industry, but why did you have to accuse me of selling myself? I was only 18! I was trying my best to make money to pay for your cancer treatment!"I closed my eyes to stop the tears from falling. "You know, Karen. You don't deserve a daughter like me. You'll pay for what you've done to me."That was the last thing I ever told her, and she left with a shudder. Her karma came quickly. Her cancer recurred, but this time, she did not have any savings, and I refused to be wrung dry. All she had left was a house, which her darling daughter had secretly sold and taken the money to elope with her boyfriend. Penelope's letter was filled with her resentment for our mother. She even went as far as to call our mother a 'greedy old fart who's dumb enough to think I'd pay for her treatment fees'.After all, without the house, Penelope no longer had hope of marrying her boyfriend. Her words hurt our mother deeply, and she