Second Life: I Torch an Estate While the Police Watch

The livestream chat was buzzing with comments.

I grabbed the gasoline can from the garage and splashed it all over the door, couch, and curtains without any hesitation.

"Holy shit, is she crazy? Is she really live-streaming herself burning her mansion down?"

"Isn't this mansion worth like 15 million dollars? How could she just burn it down like that?"

"I don't think she'd actually burn it all down. She's probably just doing this for clout."

"I think I recognize her. Isn't she the richest heiress in the city who just got engaged recently?"

I didn't say another word as I dropped the gasoline can on the floor and pulled a lighter from my pocket.

The viewers were still debating whether I would actually set the mansion on fire when I lit the lighter, and a huge fire erupted across the entire screen as everything began to burn. The flames shot into the sky with a loud roar, illuminating the entire street.

Everyone was completely shocked.

"No, wait! Is she for real? Is she out of her mind? What's wrong with her?"

"15 million dollars! Literally all going up in smoke!"

"Is this what rich people are up to these days? This is really frightening."

I stood in the middle of the road, watching the raging fire and feeling absolutely no regret in my heart. Instead, I felt immense satisfaction.

This mansion was nothing to grieve over, compared to the betrayal and framing by my fiance, Nigel Taylor, and my best friend, Olivia Williams, in my past life, where they painted me as the scapegoat and eventually caused the destruction of my family.

I grabbed my phone and continued showing every angle of the burning house.

Since Nigel and Olivia had used this mansion to fabricate the most perfect evidence against me, I decided to livestream its burning, giving myself the perfect alibi instead.

I turned to the camera and said, "Look, this mansion is being burned down, including the garage next to it. Everyone here can bear witness to it. At this very moment, I, Adrienna Stafford, am setting fire to my mansion, right here, without going anywhere else."

I then pulled my driver's license from my pocket and held it up to the camera.

I wasn't just going to live-stream the arson. I was going to do it while exposing my real name and live location on camera.

The fire raged on amidst the shouts, exclamations, and curses directed at me in the livestream.

Soon after, sirens pierced the night, and police and firefighters rushed onto the scene.

A smirk played on my lips as I calmly offered my wrists to the police.

"I was the one who set fire to the place. I am mentally unstable. Arrest me now, or I will continue burning down more and more houses and mansions on this street! Maybe I'll even burn down your police station too!"

When the police heard that I was planning to burn down the entire street, they frowned and immediately cuffed me.

After bringing me into the interrogation room, they looked at me with grim looks on their faces.

"Does this mansion belong to you, Adrienna Stafford?"

"Yes."

"Why did you burn it down?"

I raised my voice and purposely stressed, "Because I am mentally unstable, and I felt like burning something down! If you don't arrest me now, then I will continue burning down the entire street! I'll even burn down your police station too!"

My brazen words enraged the police officers, and they slammed their fists angrily onto the table several times.

"Do you not know that you're committing a crime? You're going to go to jail for this!"

The mention of jail time reminded me of my tragic past life.

At this moment, Nigel and Olivia were most probably out partying and drinking at a bar, celebrating receiving this mansion I'd just given to them as a gift.

I had to stay at the police station that night and create a perfect alibi for myself, no matter what.

I purposely feigned indifference to provoke the police even further.

"So what if I go to jail? How many years will I serve for arson anyway? My parents are rich enough to get me out and sweep this under the carpet anyway!"

"You've got quite the nerve! Let me tell you that money means nothing when faced with the law!"

Mom and Dad arrived at the station as quickly as they possibly could and insisted on bailing me out. However, I absolutely refused to go with them and went on a rampage in the station.

"I'm not going out! If I go out now, I'm going to find more gasoline and set fire to every house on the street! I'm going to burn all of you up!"

Mom got such a fright that she began to cry.

"Rina! What's gotten into you? What nonsense are you saying?"

I looked at her anxious, tearful face and felt my heart aching for her. However, I didn't have any time for explanations. I just couldn't afford to leave the station now, and I wasn't going to let them take me away!

I threw a huge tantrum and began rolling around on the ground, shouting, yelling, and screaming at the top of my voice, threatening to burn down everything in sight.

The police couldn't bear to put up with me anymore. They had no choice but to cuff me up again and lock me up in the tiny interrogation room to make me "reflect" on my actions, like I was in detention or something.

I looked at the 24-hour surveillance camera in the room and smiled slowly.

I didn't continue with my tantrum anymore and just sat quietly in the chair, waiting for time to pass.

This time, I had millions of online eyewitnesses and the surveillance camera in the police station as my alibi. I refused to believe that I would be framed as a hit-and-run drunk driver and murderer again.