Livestream

"So what's the next phase?" Jasper asked excitedly.

"I will go meet my brother and make him turn against my sister." I smiled. Jasper and Travis looked concerned at my words. "What?"

Was there something on my face? I quickly ran my fingers over my cheeks, reassuring myself that everything was in order.

Travis, ever the pragmatic one, intervened with a practical suggestion. "I'll whip up some good food for you," he offered, a hint of concern in his voice. "So when you see him, you don't vomit."

His words elicited a wry smile from me. "Thanks, Travis. I'll make sure not to ruin your cooking with a stomach-turning family reunion."

Jasper, however, remained silent, his expression unreadable. His intense scrutiny left me feeling slightly unsettled, as if he were trying to decipher the depths of my intentions. But before I could inquire further, Travis's phone chimed, drawing his attention away from the conversation.

As he busied himself with his device, I turned my gaze back to Jasper, awaiting his response. There was an unmistakable tension in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of the task that lay ahead.

Travis suddenly handed me his phone. I glanced at the screen, expecting perhaps some breaking news or an unexpected turn of events. Instead, I was met with the sight of my sister, her tear-streaked face illuminated by the harsh glow of the screen.

Despite the convincing display of emotion, I couldn't shake the feeling that her tears were merely a facade. It was a tactic I knew all too well, having witnessed her employ it countless times in the past.

"She looks more teary-eyed than I'd ever known she was capable of," I remarked, my voice tinged with skepticism. The sudden outpouring of emotion seemed too convenient, too perfectly timed to be genuine.

Travis nodded grimly, his expression mirroring my own doubts. "Looks like the drama will start earlier than we thought," he remarked, his tone somber. "You might have no choice but to visit your brother in jail."

The prospect of facing my brother under such circumstances filled me with a sense of apprehension.

""I've been wanting to keep this incident a secret but since my brother's behavior is spiraling out of control has made it unbearable to keep it a secret. I have nothing to do with what he's been doing lately, but he's been coercing me into doing things for a long time."" As my sister's tearful confession played out on Travis's phone screen, I couldn't help but feel a surge of skepticism bubbling within me. Her words seemed rehearsed, her emotions forced, and her actions calculated.

With a furrowed brow, I observed the altered image she displayed of my brother, holding a bag of white powder in a disoriented state. Travis had spent a lot of time on those fakes so I was happy they looked so believable.

Travis glanced at me, his expression mirroring my own skepticism. "What do you make of all this?" he asked, his voice tinged with doubt.

I sighed, the weight of the situation pressing heavily upon me. "Just keep watching it," I replied, my tone resolute.

As my sister's tearful confession continued, her words felt increasingly rehearsed and insincere.

""When I found out, I wanted to report him and he repeatedly beat me. He also threatened to frame me for killing my youngest brother,"" she sobbed, glancing intermittently at the comments flooding the screen.

A person offscreen interjected, offering words of sympathy. ""She felt threatened guys, it's tough being a woman,"" they said.

But my skepticism only grew as my sister continued her charade. ""What? No her youngest brother wasn't gay! What does that-"" another comment began before being cut off by my sister's next statement.

""My father isn't doing well so if I was to speak about my younger brothers relationships, he wouldn't be able to bear it. But my older brother started demanding more and more from me and even wanted all my company shares. I wanted to report him but.....but he beat me! I was so scared!""

While the comments poured in, expressing sympathy and outrage on her behalf, I sat back, a smug grin playing at the corners of my lips.

In that moment, I felt a surge of confidence, knowing that I held the key to unraveling my sister's lies and exposing her true motives to the world.

What an idiot.

The person off screen took that moment to accept a call into the live stream. ""Hi, I'm sorry you had to go through that,"" a woman's voice sounded. ""But...you said that your brother was threatening to tell your father about your youngest brother's relationships. These were always just accusations, does that mean you have evidence? Also are you accusing your older brother of killing the youngest? And what did you mean by relationships? How do I know you're telling the truth?""

As the livestream continued and more questions were asked, skepticism began to spread among the viewers, fueled by the probing questions of the caller. My sister's confident facade began to falter under the weight of scrutiny, her carefully constructed narrative unraveling before the eyes of her audience.

The sudden interruption brought a moment of clarity to the conversation, exposing the clear inconsistencies in my sister's story and raising doubts about the veracity of her claims. With each passing moment, it became increasingly apparent that her tale was built on shaky ground, held together by half-truths and deception.

As the debate raged on in the comment section, a divide emerged between those who blindly supported my sister and those who questioned the validity of her statements. While her loyal followers attempted to defend her honor, their efforts were futile against the mounting evidence of manipulation tactics.

In the midst of the chaos, I couldn't help but feel a sense of vindication wash over me. The truth was finally coming to light, and my sister's carefully crafted facade was crumbling before the eyes of the world. It was only a matter of time before the full extent of her deception was exposed for all to see.

""If I was lying I wouldn't be embarrassing myself and my family by keeping everyone up to date. My brother has stocks of drugs at his home, if you don't believe me, just wait for the police report. As for his relationships, you can inquire with my youngest brother's friend-""

With the live stream abruptly ending, Travis and I exchanged a knowing glance. It seemed my sister's attempt to manipulate the situation wasn't going as smoothly as she had hoped. However, we still needed to stay vigilant and be prepared for any further developments.

Travis's laughter echoed through the room, a mix of mockery and disbelief at my sister's audacity. "I've never seen a slut just lie through her teeth about something so severe!" he exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief.

Jasper, still reeling from the rapid turn of events, voiced his shock. "There wasn't even any time to fact check it!" he remarked, his brow furrowed with concern.

I nodded in agreement with Travis's assessment. "This is the difference between us. I would keep it to myself, but my sister put it out there to 3 million people, possibly more. It's gone viral! She exposed her position and now she's extra vulnerable," I explained, a sense of satisfaction creeping into my tone. "It won't take long for it come out that she exaggerated."

Travis suggested sending Jasper to arrest them immediately, but I shook my head in disagreement. "She just met Jasper a few hours ago. If she got arrested now, she'd be able to intervene and stop everything. She'd even implicate Jasper," I reasoned, emphasizing the need for strategic timing.

Travis, frustrated with my cautious approach, pointed out my sister's current portrayal as a victim. "But now she's playing victim," he complained.

I nodded, acknowledging his concern. "I'm using Emily to put Tony in prison and break their alliance. With this, she'll also lower her guard around Jasper. We have to take advantage of her greed. She's so desperate she'll do whatever Jasper says. Basically, we can control her through Jasper," I concluded, outlining my plan to exploit my sister's vulnerabilities.

Travis let out a laugh, albeit a nervous one. "Thank god you're so hot, Jasper," he remarked, attempting to lighten the mood with a touch of humor.

Jasper chuckled nervously, clearly feeling the weight of the situation. "I'll do my best to handle it," he said, a hint of determination in his voice.

Travis clapped him on the back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You've got this, man. Just remember, you're our secret weapon now," he said with a smirk.

As the tension in the room eased slightly, I couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline. Despite the unexpected turn of events, our plan was still in motion, and with Jasper on our side, we had a powerful advantage.

"Now, let's focus on our next move," I said, my mind already racing with possibilities. "We need to keep a close eye on Emily and Tony. We can't afford to let them slip through our fingers."

Travis nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "Agreed. We'll need to stay vigilant and act quickly if we want to come out on top."

I pondered over the events of the day as a sense of realization dawned upon me. Perhaps Jasper could indeed be trusted to assist me in achieving my goals. Despite my initial reservations, he had proven himself to be resourceful and reliable in navigating the complexities of our situation.

I guess I need to try to loosen up and foster a stronger sense of camaraderie with Jasper. After all, we were now allies in a common cause, and it was essential to cultivate trust and mutual respect between us.

Maybe it was time to set aside my doubts and embrace the potential partnership that lay before us.