Valentine’s Viral Lie

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand.

The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read.

"Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills."

"She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

"Her husband’s probably getting cheated on so badly it’s a joke."

"OP is doing God’s work. Give us updates!"

My temples throbbed violently, rage surging straight from my chest to my head.

The glow of the phone screen reflected on my face as my whole body trembled with anger.

"Shiloh, what are you looking at? Why do you look so pale?"

Mason Cases was woken by the noise I was making. He rubbed his eyes and sat up.

I handed him my phone. He only glanced at it once before his face turned instantly ashen.

The next second, he shot up from the floor mattress, grabbed a wooden stool from the room, and charged toward the door, his eyes bloodshot. "Screw this! I’m going to smash that damn front desk to pieces today!"

"Stop!" I grabbed his arm with all my strength, my voice shaking.

"Shy! You’re still stopping me? She’s slandering you like this!"

I held onto his trembling shoulders, forcing myself to stay calm. "If you rush down there now, won’t that just make it look like we’re guilty and lashing out because we got caught?"

"Then what are we supposed to do? Just let that crazy woman smear you like this?" His veins bulged at his temples. "I can’t swallow this!"

And neither could I.

However, logic told me that going head-on would only drag us deeper into this mess.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. Then I opened the comment section and quickly typed out a line.

"I’m the person in the photo. The one lying on the floor is my biological younger brother. Please delete the post immediately, or I will call the police."

The moment I posted it, the original poster, Riley Rowe, replied instantly.

"Oh? The star of the show is here! Calling the police? That’s hilarious. Why so defensive? You feeling guilty? Everyone, come look! She’s panicking! Must be scared her husband will find out!"

She even pinned her reply to the top.

The internet exploded.

"Exactly. If he’s really your brother, what are you afraid of? Show us proof!"

"Who knows if the proof is fake? These days, you can forge anything."

"She’s obviously selling herself and still pretending to be innocent."

Even worse, Riley started stirring things up in the thread. "Girls, her profile isn’t locked. Go check her out and see what kind of person she is, acting all arrogant like this."

In an instant, my social media accounts were exposed.

Countless strangers flooded into my profile, picking apart my photos, commenting on my life.

Some even started fantasizing about me outright.

"Nice body. Name your price. I’ll come find you tonight."

"Those legs? I could have fun with those for a year."

"She looks way hotter than my wife."