Hid My Black Card — Roommates Went Wild

“Tsk, I only spoke the truth. How could he take it so hard?”

“It’s all my fault. If I’d known, I never would’ve posted online.”

My soul hovered above, watching Ryan Carter’s disgusting hypocrisy, and nausea hit me hard.

The campus beauty I had secretly loved for three years in high school, Sophia Green, threw herself into Ryan’s arms:

“This isn’t your fault. Ethan Miller was just petty. He got what he deserved!”

Seeing the two of them entangled, my teeth nearly cracked from the pressure.

Lost in thought, I ignored Ryan calling me several times, until he smacked my back in irritation:

“Ethan Miller, you’re coming too, right?”

“Everyone’s going. If you don’t, you’re looking down on me!”

Sophia Green tugged on my hand:

“Ethan, you were cold back in high school, but now we’re finally in college. Ryan really wants to give us gifts. Just come along, okay?”

I pulled my hand away and let a faint smile curve my lips.

“Of course I’ll go.”

Otherwise, how could I witness Ryan humiliated?

In this life, he’d pay in blood for what he owed me.

That afternoon, I stopped by home.

I locked my parents’ Black Card inside a biometric vault.

It was military-grade tough—bullet fire wouldn’t scratch it.

My iris was the only key; for anyone else, opening it was impossible.

Once I confirmed the card’s safety, I had a duplicate made that looked identical on the outside but was nothing more than an ordinary plastic card.

It couldn’t withdraw, deposit, or do anything.

With everything ready, Ryan called me three times already:

“Ethan, what’s taking you so long? Everyone’s waiting!”

“Sophia said if you don’t come, she’ll cut ties with you.”

Hearing him switch to calling her by first name didn’t move me at all.

In high school, I had crushed on Sophia for three years, even chosen my college major to match hers.

But she neither accepted nor rejected me.

So when I’d once seen her throw herself at Ryan, I finally understood: she wasn’t unwilling to date, she was just stringing me along.

I hadn’t planned to go to the mall, but Sophia pressured me, and I went with her—only to be set up by Ryan.

Even the poison that killed me had been mixed by her own hands, just to please him.

Such a fake woman never deserved me.

While Ryan’s voice nagged on the phone, I finally agreed and had my driver take me to the mall.

When Ryan saw the car, his eyes widened, greed flashing before he masked it with a friendly grin and slung his arm around my shoulder.

“Everyone’s been waiting for you forever. Come on in.”

The classmates, already impatient, grumbled:

“Ethan, why so late? You think we’ve got time to waste on you?”

“Acting so precious—you’re not worth our time.”

I only glanced at them, until my eyes met Sophia’s.

Her pretty face showed irritation:

“You showed up wearing flea-market clothes? That’s too casual.”

I looked down at my sports outfit.

Just the T-shirt alone cost half a million—custom-made by a top designer.

The fabric was so luxurious that even in the hottest summer, it kept me cool and comfortable.