My So-Called Best Friend Sold My Number Chapter 01
Chapter 1 Fake Classy
She refused to add her suitors on WhatsApp. Instead, she had every single one of them add me. She even gave them my address.
“You want to date me? Get past my best friend first.”
I bent over backward to deal with her suitors for her, but behind my back, she used my name to hoard their expensive gifts.
Later, she tried juggling three guys at once—and got caught in bed.
With red-rimmed eyes, she cried like the victim and said everything was my idea, and that I was the one who took all the gifts and money.
Those men lost it. They broke into my place. And beat me to death.
Right before I died, I heard her soft, innocent voice—
“I never rejected you… It was her. She got in the way.”
…
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she first gave out my contact.
“Daph, this guy’s been chasing me forever, so I gave him your WhatsApp.”
“I have too many suitors. I can’t even tell what kind of men they really are. You’ve seen all kinds of guys, so help me screen him, okay? ”
Chloe Reed’s voice.
Sweet. Familiar. Fake as hell. I stared at her smiling face, my mind blank for a second.
Even with a second life, I still couldn’t believe it. This girl—my best friend for ten years—was the one who got me killed.
“Just add him. Come on, we’re basically sisters, help me screen him, okay?”
My phone buzzed.
[Big Lumber Victor wants to add you.]
His profile picture? A greasy, bald guy taking a low-angle selfie.
The moment I saw it—My whole body started shaking. Pain crashed back into me like a tidal wave. My chest tightened. I couldn’t breathe.
Victor Kane.
That psycho. That was the man who killed me. It was happening all over again. Under Chloe’s arrangement, he had barged back into my life.Luckily, it wasn’t too late yet.
“Chloe, you’re not a kid. Why do I have to screen your dates?”
“Forget it.”
Before I could reject—She grabbed my phone and hit accept.
“Don’t be like that. I helped you check all your exes, remember?”
“We’ve known each other for ten years. You won’t even do this for me?”
She paused, then added casually—
“Fine. Then next time your ex shows up making a scene, don’t expect me to help.”
Ten years. She said it so easily, like she wasn’t about to shove me straight into hell again.
I looked at her. Then smiled.
“Alright. I’ll help.”
I typed:
[I’m Chloe’s best friend. If you wanna date her, you go through me first. What do you bring to the table?]
She beamed.
“I knew you wouldn’t ignore it.”
“And don’t worry—if Ethan comes again, I’ll handle it for you.”
Three seconds later—
Reply.
A classic facepalm-smirk emoji, followed by a few sleazy lines.
[Hey there, pretty. I really like Chloe. I might be older, but I know how to treat a woman right.]
[I’ve dated over ten girls. But Chloe? She’s different. One look and I was hooked. Give me a chance. I’ll take good care of you too.]
I almost gagged.
