Spoiling The Unfiltered Goddess With My Wealth

Chapter 7

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few new fans were tapping the screen to

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ached over and blasted a heavy, provo

appeared in Chelsi's chat box.

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gift on the platform-burst from the bottom of Chelsi's scree

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er hand slipped off her mouse. Her jaw unhinged. Her

ead up, staring at the name Millet. Her mouth opened,

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f Millet's message. A strange, prickling sensation ran down h

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Spoiling The Unfiltered Goddess With My Wealth

Zitella Shepp Modern

“Chelsi was down to her last fourteen dollars. After a humiliating job rejection for being "too low-class," the threat of eviction forced her to try live-streaming. Terrified of her exhausted, tear-stained face, she cranked the AR beauty filter to the max, morphing into a bizarre plastic alien. She was immediately dragged into a forced streaming battle with Kamron, the platform's most arrogant top streamer. Seeing her distorted filter, Kamron sneered, unleashing fifty thousand fans to flood her chat with toxic insults. Kamron set a ruthless penalty for her inevitable loss. "You're going to take a bar of soap, scrub your face completely clean, and shove your bare face right into the camera." Desperate to keep the fifty dollars she had just earned for rent, Chelsi begged for a different punishment, but Kamron coldly refused. With her heart pounding, she walked to the freezing bathroom, her hands shaking as she scrubbed her skin raw, bracing for the cyberbullying. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling utterly humiliated by the cruelty of the internet. Why did she have to be stripped of her dignity just to survive? She clicked off the filter, waiting for the tidal wave of disgust to destroy her. But the insults never came. The high-definition camera revealed a breathtakingly delicate, flawless face that no algorithm could ever replicate. The chat went dead silent, Kamron was so stunned he dropped a ten-thousand-dollar virtual yacht, and a silent war between two mysterious billionaires was about to begin.”