My Boyfriend Gifted My Penthouse to His Bestie, So I Sent Them to Jail

I had been away for a twomonth art competition.

When I finally logged back onto Snapchat, my building's group chat had over eight hundred unread messages, and every single one was cursing me out. [Unit 902, you look so innocent.

Why do you bring so many random guys home every single day?] [Can you keep the screaming down?

I don't care if you're selling your body, but if you keep moaning until 4 AM, I'm calling the cops!] [Wait, don't call the cops yet. I haven't gotten a turn.

How much for a night, sweetie?] My heart stopped. Before leaving for the competition, I had handed the keys to my luxury riverfront penthouse to my boyfriend, Carter.

I asked him to take care of the expensive paintings inside. What the hell was going on? With my mind racing, I rushed back to my building.

The moment I pushed the door open, I froze. My 3,000squarefoot luxury penthouse had been butchered. Cheap drywall divided the open space into thirty tiny, claustrophobic pods.

In the makeshift hallway, Carter's childhood best friend, Hailey, was standing there jangling a massive ring of keys, collecting rent.

When she saw me, the crowd of students around her burst into laughter. "Look who's here!

Did you hear that our rich queen Hailey is renting out riverfront rooms for dirt cheap, and now you want in too?" "Too bad everyone knows you've been thirsting over Hailey's boyfriend.

No discount for you, loser!" I was shaking with rage. I wanted to confront Carter right then and there. But when I called him, he just brushed it off.

He told me that Hailey's lifelong dream was to be a landlord. He told me not to be so petty and to look at it as a charity project. "You've been rich your whole life, Chloe.

Don't be so selfish. Everyone is happy here. What's the big deal?" Hailey jingled her keys mockingly in my face.

She sneered, telling me I didn't have the luck to enjoy her "generosity." "No dogs or Chloe Vance allowed in this penthouse.

If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for not having a boyfriend who spoils you like Carter spoils me." The two of them leaned against each other right in front of me, looking smug.

Without a word, I pulled out my phone and dialed 911. "Hi, someone has broken into my home and destroyed paintings worth millions of dollars.

How many years of prison time are we looking at?" Standing in my own home—a luxury penthouse that used to be beautifully decorated but was now partitioned into cheap, smelly wooden pods—I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Was this really my apartment? The custom interior design I had paid a worldrenowned artist to do was completely ruined. My expensive designer furniture was gone.

In the narrow, suffocating hallway, Hailey was jingling her keys, casually walking in and out of the makeshift rooms. Seeing me, she let out a cold laugh. "Chloe Vance.

What are you doing in my rental property?" I was speechless. "You did this?" Hailey glanced at me disdainfully.

She thrust the keys right in front of my face, shaking them loudly. "Of course.

Who else would be kind enough to help these students?" As soon as she said that, several heads popped out of the tiny drywall rooms, praising Hailey for her "warm heart." "If Hailey hadn't realized our college dorms don't have good AC and let us rent her place, we would never get to live in a luxury penthouse like this!" "Exactly!

Hailey only charges us two hundred dollars a month. She's literally a saint!" "I heard Carter gifted this place to Hailey. Chloe, both of them hate your guts.

Why are you even here?" The anger boiled up in my chest. I felt like I was going to explode. Why was I here?

I kicked open the flimsy door of the nearest pod and roared, "This is my house! Get the hell out, all of you!"

The entire hallway went dead silent. Then, everyone burst into hysterical laughter. "Chloe, are you insane?

Did you get sugardaddyed for two months and forget your own name?" I pointed a shaking finger at myself. "Me?

A sugar baby?" Hailey rolled her eyes, looking me up and down with utter contempt. "Stop acting.

Everyone knows you couldn't get Carter, so you went out and became some old rich guy's side chick!" My head was pounding with pure rage. "Stop lying!

I was away at a national art competition!" Hailey sneered and pulled up her phone, opening Instagram. "You're a scholarship kid.

Where would you get the money for a national competition? Oh, by the way, you forgot to block us when you posted those luxury dinners on your close friends list.

If you don't want us to leak these to the whole campus, you better get out of my house!" I looked closely at her screen.

It was a photo of me having dinner with my dad when I passed through his city during the exhibition. Seeing me freeze, Hailey laughed triumphantly. "We have the receipts, Chloe.

I want you to stay away from Carter forever. Now, pack your trash and get out!" I took a deep breath, stepped forward, and slapped Hailey hard across the face. "This is my house!

You are the ones who need to get out! Not only are you leaving, but you are going to pay to restore every single inch of this place.

If you don't, I will sue you until none of you can ever graduate!" Hailey's head snapped back. Her eyes went wide with shock.

She screamed and lunged at me, clawing wildly. "How dare you slap me! Everyone at school knows Carter gave me this penthouse as a promise ring!

How dare you claim it's yours!" She then turned to the surrounding students, screaming, "Are you guys just going to stand there?

If you don't want to lose your twohundreddollar luxury rooms, kick her out!" The students flinched, then immediately closed in on me, shouting accusations. "Chloe, Hailey is Carter's girlfriend now!

Carter's family is rich and powerful. If you mess with Hailey, you're dead!" "Just apologize to Hailey! She's a rich girl now, and you're just a cheap sugar baby.

Your sugar daddy won't even show his face to save you. Where do you get the guts to hit her?" In the chaos, someone shoved me. I fell to the floor, my face hitting the dusty ground.

But as I looked sideways into one of the open pods, my heart stopped. Underneath a cheap plastic table, holding up one of its uneven legs... was a painting.

It was a piece I had spent years tracking down and bought at an international auction for millions of dollars. They were using it as a table wedge!

I leaped to my feet, grabbed a mop standing nearby, and swung it wildly to force the crowd back. My voice shook with absolute fury. "This is not going to end well for you.

The paintings in this apartment are worth millions of dollars.

As of today, every single one of you is going to prison!" Hailey rolled her eyes, completely unfazed. "You're literally delusional. How many times do I have to tell you?

Carter gave this place to me. Are you deaf?" I stared at her, my teeth clenched so hard they felt like they would shatter.

I pulled out my phone, dialed Carter's number, and put it on speaker. "I'm calling Carter right now. Let's see if he has the balls to say this house belongs to you to my face!"

Seeing how serious I was, some of the students started whispering nervously. "Chloe doesn't look like she's lying... Did we actually mess up?" "No way.

If this were actually Chloe's place, how would Carter dare to post about it on the campus Snapchat story and invite everyone to move in?" I was curious too.

Where did a golddigging parasite like Carter get the courage? The call connected. I immediately snapped, "Carter! What the hell did you do to my penthouse?

Get your ass over here right now and explain!" "What penthouse? I'm busy, Chloe. We'll talk later." He hung up. Just like that. My hands were shaking. He was a scholarship student.

He used my money, drove my cars, and wore the clothes I bought him. How dared he treat me like this? Hailey let out a mocking laugh.

She pulled out her own phone, put it on speaker, and called Carter. It rang once before he picked up. "Hey, my little princess.

What do you need?" Carter's voice was dripping with sweetness. Hailey smirked at me. "Nothing much, babe.

It's just that some crazy girl broke into my apartment and is claiming it's hers.

Isn't that hilarious?" Carter laughed on the other end. "There are so many jealous haters out there. Don't worry, Hailey. I bought that penthouse for you.

No one can take it away." I couldn't take it anymore.

I lunged forward and grabbed Hailey's phone. "Carter, have you completely lost your mind?!" There was a sharp gasp on the other end. "Holy shit—" Carter cursed, and the line went dead.

Hailey glared at me. "Who gave you permission to interrupt my call with my boyfriend?" "Chloe, can't you see he hates you? Why do you keep clinging to us like a parasite?

We're official now. Are you that addicted to being a homewrecker?" I finally understood the whole picture.

I let out a cold laugh and dialed 911 again. "I don't care what lies Carter told you.

This apartment is registered under my name." "You ruined my interior design and used my multimilliondollar art collection as trash.

Get ready to rot in jail." Seeing that I was actually calling the police, Hailey snatched my phone and slammed it onto the floor, shattering the screen.

Then, she ran into one of the pods and came back out, throwing a document hard at my face. "Are you done yet, Chloe?

I didn't want to make a scene because I care about these students, but do you really need to see the deed with your own eyes to shut up?" The heavy folder hit my eye, and tears of pain immediately spilled out.

But when I looked down at the document on the floor, I was stunned. The name printed on the property deed was indeed Hailey Cooper. This made no sense.

I had only given Carter the keys so he could watch the place. How on earth did he manage to transfer my property to Hailey?

While my mind was spinning, the students around me started getting aggressive again. "Wow, Chloe, you really are a piece of work.

Hailey was nice enough to let you slide, but if you tried to steal my house, I would have beat you up already!" "You kept claiming it was yours, but now Hailey has shown the actual deed.

Get on your knees and apologize to her right now!" I shoved away two students who tried to grab my arms. "This deed is a fake!" The moment the words left my mouth, Hailey slapped me twice, hard across the face. "Still lying!

Get on your knees!" Someone kicked the back of my knees, and I fell heavily to the floor.

Cheering erupted in the hallway. "Apologize to Princess Hailey!" They crowded around me, trying to force my head down to the ground.

Just then, Carter's voice echoed from the entrance. "Chloe? When did you get back? Why didn't you tell me? And... what are you guys doing?"

The moment Hailey saw Carter, her eyes welled up with tears. "Carter!

This crazy woman ran in here, started screaming at me, and claimed you gave this penthouse to her!" "You told me she was obsessed with you, but I didn't think she'd be so delusional and malicious just because we're together!" Carter's face went completely pale.

He rushed over and grabbed my arm. "Chloe, are you okay?

Let me explain." I stood up using his grip, and before he could say another word, I slapped him repeatedly across the face. "Using my penthouse to play the generous boyfriend?

You sure are generous with my stuff, Carter." "If you don't explain this clearly right now, I swear I will make you regret ever being born!" Having his face slapped in front of everyone completely shattered Carter's "richboy" persona.

He clenched his fists, his face turning dark. He dragged me into a corner of the room. "Chloe, what is wrong with you? You don't even live here most of the time!

What's wrong with letting our classmates use it?" I was completely dumbfounded by his twisted logic. "Regardless of whether I live here or not, it belongs to me!

You had no right to put Hailey's name on a fake deed, and you definitely had no right to let them destroy my walls and ruin my paintings!" Carter frowned, softening his voice. "You're throwing a tantrum just because of that?" "Chloe, why can't your heart be as big as your bank account?

You were born into a wealthy family. Money comes easy to you.

You have no idea how hard people like Hailey and me have to struggle just to survive!" "Hailey's dream has always been to be a landlord and have financial security.

I was just trying to make her dream come true.

Can't you just play along?" He looked at me with puppydog eyes, expecting me to agree. "Go tell our classmates that you're just jealous because you love me, and that you made all of this up to embarrass Hailey." I looked at his pathetic, delusional face and felt absolutely disgusted.

Carter didn't notice my silence and kept pushing.

I kicked him hard in the shin. "This is my home, not a stage for you and Hailey to play pretend!" Carter groaned in pain, clutching his leg.

He grabbed my wrist tightly. "Are you really this jealous?" He forced a greasy, confident smile. "Chloe, Hailey is just like a sister to me.

Don't be so petty." "If you help me get through this today, I promise I'll marry you right after graduation!" I was so angry my chest felt tight. Who did he think he was?

I was the daughter of one of the richest men in the country. I could marry anyone I wanted. Why would I ever beg for a parasite like him?

I snatched his phone out of his pocket and dialed 911. "Go tell the cops about your marriage proposal!" Seeing the call connect, Carter's eyes went wide.

He slammed the phone out of my hand and shoved me hard against the wall. "Chloe, I tried to be nice, but you just won't listen!" He turned to the crowd of students. "Everyone!

Chloe is obsessed with me. Now that I rejected her, she wants to report this apartment to the school board to get me expelled and ruin my future!

What should we do to her?" The students looked at each other, and their faces turned vicious. "You bitch!

Who gave you the right to ruin our lives?" "Carter and Hailey did this to help us!

Why are you trying to ruin everything?" "I'm going to post all your sugar baby photos on the campus gossip page and get you kicked out of school!" They surged forward, pushing and shoving me.

With Carter egging them on, the shoves quickly turned into punches and kicks. My clothes were torn. I tried to fight back, but I was outnumbered.

At the edge of the crowd, Hailey and Carter stood close together, watching me with cold smiles. When Carter met my eyes, he smirked. "You brought this on yourself, Chloe.

Only quiet people keep secrets." I was beaten so badly I felt a metallic taste in my mouth, coughing up a splash of blood. Suddenly, the front door was kicked open.

Two men in building management uniforms walked in. "We received noise complaints... Wait, what the hell is going on here?!"