The moment the live duel connected, Nina's chat exploded:
["I came to pick you up"?? PICK HER UP WHERE? One-way ticket to the afterlife? đ]
[Look at Nina's faceâshe's completely frozen đ]
[I can't breatheee Nicky is absolutely ruthless! She goes straight for the jugular]
Nina clearly hadn't expected Nicky to be this direct. She froze for two full seconds before quickly rearranging her expressionâtilting her face at a perfect 45-degree angle to the camera, eyes glistening, voice trembling with hurt. "Nicky, I'm so sorry⌠I was misled. I should have verified the news, but you had blocked my number. I couldn't reach you."
"When I heard you were⌠gone, I was heartbroken. I just wanted to clear your name and help with the debt." She paused, forcing a weak but brave smile and giving a small "fighting!" hand gesture to the camera. "But it's okay now! You're alive! We can work togetherâsisters paying off $100 million! We can do this!"
Her words were perfectly craftedâdeflecting blame while painting herself as selfless and kind. Many in Nina's chat were already buying it:
[Nina didn't know đ˘ She was just trying to help]
[I feel bad for doubting her⌠she genuinely wanted to do the right thing]
[They should team up! Nicky is being kind of ungrateful ngl]
But the mood in Nicky's livestream was entirely different. Watching Nina's performance, Nicky's eyes filled with cold amusement. She knew exactly who Nina was. In the original story, Nina was the "female lead"âdebuting on the hype of "paying her late cousin's debt," gaining fans through pity and so-called talent, eventually becoming a national icon, marrying into wealth, and years later, even seizing the inheritance that should've been Nicky's from their grandmother.
The irony was bitter. Nina's family had relied entirely on the CondĂŠ Nast Group for years. Nicky's father had even given Nina's father a high-ranking company position. Instead of gratitude, they secretly siphoned assets before the collapseâNicky's debt crisis likely had their fingerprints all over it.
"Sorry, but I've never been one to play along," Nicky's voice came through the mic, cool and laced with defiance. "I see what you're doing. You can keep your 'good intentions.'"
"My debt, my rules. I'll carry it myself. If I make it, I get my life back. If I don't? Maybe I'll end up under a bridge. At least it'll be on my own termsâno fake sympathy required."
The reaction in both chats was instant:
[Yooooo that's so badass! I stan a queen who keeps it real đ]
[Fr I'd be pissed too! Who teams up with someone who faked your death?]
[Is this scripted? Feels like a setup for clout đ¤¨]
[Stop with the conspiracy theoriesâNicky's literally in a warehouse! You can't fake that!]
Ignoring the debate, Nicky held up the borrowed phoneânow displaying Nina's home address, which she'd looked up moments earlier. "No time for chit-chat. I've got boxes to move." Her tone was flat but left no room for doubt. "Oh, and Nina? Come outside. I'm at your door."
Nina's face went pale on the other end of the live duel. Her water glass almost slipped from her hand. "You're⌠at my house?"
"Told you I came to pick you up," Nicky replied, her voice light and icy.
Nicky's viewer count shot past 30,000. Everyone was waiting for the confrontation. On camera, Nicky stood before a sleek black iron gate in front of a white villa. She knocked firmlyâthe sound echoing clearly through both livestreams.
Nina had no choice but to stand up. Her camera shook as she hurriedly smoothed her dress. The villa door slowly opened, revealing Nina standing there, face sheet-white, staring at Nickyâwho was still wearing her dusty gray work vest and cement-stained combat boots. Yet her eyes were sharp and bright, fixed on Nina with mocking intensity.
Nicky turned toward her own camera with a bright, fearless smile. "Well, everyone? Meet my 'generous cousin'âliving in a Beverly villa, wearing a Chanel dress⌠while I'm over here covered in dust after carrying 40-lb boxes all day."
Her words were a knife straight through Nina's "kind and selfless" act. Both chats flipped instantly:
[NO WAY SHE LIVES THERE?! And she said she "doesn't earn much"?! đ¤Ą]
[I pitied her⌠I feel so dumb now. Wearing Chanel to "help pay debt"?]
[Nicky came with RECEIPTS. No wonder she wants nothing to do with this đ]
Nina stood frozen in the doorway, face flushed with humiliation. She wanted to respond, but no words came outâshe never imagined Nicky would actually show up at her house and expose her in front of thousands.
Nicky didn't wait for a reply. She waved casually at the camera. "Alright, show's over. Time to get back to work. Everyoneâkeep sharing my livestream. The more heat, the faster I pay this debt." She paused, smirking. "After all, I'm not looking for handouts from my 'dear cousin.'"
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Nina stiff and exposed in the doorway as the ridicule in the chat grew louder. The sun fell on Nicky's retreating figure, her gray work vest almost glowing in the light. She knewâthis was only the beginning. One by one, she would tear down Nina's lies, reclaim what was hers, and rewrite every page of the "cannon fodder" script.