She Stole My Ten Billion Debt
Language: en
My scholarship-kid roommate was a notorious copycat. If I drank an iced Americano, she pinched her nose and choked one down, too. When my family sent a luxury town car to pick me up for the weekend, she pooled cash with strangers on social media just to rent a vintage Rolls-Royce for a fifteen-minute photo op. From the cadence of my walk to the precise way I held a fork, she dissected and mirrored my life frame by frame. My best friend, Sasha, finally had enough and tore into her to her face: "What are you, Dolly the Sheep reincarnated? You can mimic an heiress all you want, honey, but you…