My Dead Mother Turned Me Into Viral Content Novels & Stories

"I'm tired of crying and I'm going to make all those who have hurt me feel the same way I did. I'm starting with Zick." Pathy smiled. "I'm so happy to hear that Mellisa. I'm here to help you do that," She said. She was grateful to be able to help someone who was being abused, as she had been unable to help her own mother when she was being abused by her father until her death. "I've already made all the arrangements, I wanted to hear your opinion on this. The media will be here soon and get ready." "But how will they believe me without having any proof? They will only believe Zick's videos and not me,"

My mother stares at me with a mixture of shock and disappointment that makes me want to disappear entirely. "I want to disappear," I whisper. "I want to stop existing like this." "Well, you can't," my father snaps. "You can't disappear. You can't undo what you've done. You've made your choice, and now we all have to live with the consequences." "I want to matter," I whisper so quietly they're barely breath. "I want to be beautiful. I want to be wanted." My father's laugh is harsh, bitter. "You want to be beautiful? You want to matter? Then perhaps you should have thought of that before you turned yourself into a viral video."

My Alpha mate Kieran ordered our eight-year-old son to burn my mother alive because of his Omega assistant's lies. I cried and begged the pack members around us to help me put out the fire. "Mom—" My mate and my own son, because of an Omega's lies and their complete lack of trust in me, really killed my mother who didn't have much time left anyway. I stumbled and staggered as I lifted my mother's blood-soaked body onto my back, racing desperately toward the healing center.

Liam immediately understood and said, “We’ve checked the security cameras, but the circuits went haywire due to the storm, and they broke down over the past few days. Our strongest clue was ruined, just like that. “But the murderers actually had the audacity to put the corpse’s pieces in front of the police station?! They’re mocking the police!” The murderers’ insolence made everyone’s expressions sink. “I know that you took leave today to celebrate Jade’s 18th birthday, but this case is important, and we can’t do it without you.” When he heard my name, my father’s expression turned even darker. “How could I possibly celebrate her 18th birthday? She’s not worthy of it.” Sadness bloomed in me

I could see the claw still shrinking, vanishing an atom at a time, but it would reach me first, and I would die. Oddly enough, it was my mom that dealt the killing blow. "I wanna drink that cum," she moaned, fingers deep in her pussy. Sabrina grinned at her and rolled off me, spreading her legs wide. Mom dove in with a hunger that NOBODY could fake. There was real desire there, and I knew, I KNEW we could bring her back. She wasn't dead inside, wasn't a soulless machine. She probably just needed some fucking therapy. Why was that only occurring to me now?

The next morning, the internet erupted. Samantha had somehow bribed my cleaning lady. A secretly filmed video of my home went viral. The footage was shaky, but it was unmistakable—my wardrobe, my clothes racks, all crammed with garments, every single one flaunting a massive price tag. It looked like a giant clothing warehouse. The trending hashtag #CarlaDavidsonTagQueen exploded. Views passed into the hundreds of millions. Samantha's voiceover dripped with mockery.

"I stumbled over a few words." "You were perfect anyway." We went to the green room. I sat down. Elena handed me water. My phone started buzzing. Text messages. Emails. T*****r notifications. I opened T*****r. The summit's official account had already posted a clip. “Dr. Lena Blackwood speaking about postpartum amnesia, motherhood, and survival. Must watch.” The video had been up for ten minutes and already had fifty thousand views. I scrolled through the comments. Women sharing their own stories. Thanking me for being honest. Saying they felt less alone.

Just like my mother, spreading her legs for another man while pretending to love us, producing a bastard child on the side and expecting me to swallow the betrayal with a smile. Roxy seemed to understand me better, coming up with the bet, She was one of the few people who knew what had happened with my mother. She too had been through her own kind of hell. Her father abandoning her and her mother while she was still battling an illness, leaving Roxy to watch the woman who raised her slowly fall apart. She knew where my hatred came from, why I couldn't stand the thought of my father bringing another woman into our lives, and unlike everyone else, she never tried to change my mind. If anything

“Beatrice Roth, what’s this about?! You’re acting like I owe you money! It’s Mom’s birthday today, and we’re busy! Stop bothering us!” I scoffed and asked, “Which Mom?” “Beatrice, did studying abroad turn you stupid? Who else could it be?!” My fourth brother angrily told me to stop joking around and hung up right after. Seeing his attitude, I began to be suspicious of the video. It could have been deliberately generated with AI to sow discord within our family. Indeed, our mother in the video bore no resemblance to the one I remembered. Everyone knew that every asset the Roth family owned came from my mother’s family.

Lucien slapped the back of my head so hard I almost swallowed the cigarette. “You’re so stupid!” he shouted, pacing again. “She’s a virgin, Jaxon. A virgin! Do you know what that means? Pure content, premium. We could triple our view count. Virgin content goes crazy online. And if we post the full thing? You’ll be rich-rich! You’ll have money to do whatever you want! No more begging your parents. No more listening to your dad talking like he owns your existence!” That part hit me. Dad and Mom were the chains around my throat. If I had my own cash, I’d finally be free.