nse was over. It

It was her weak point. Her A

A man whose entire identity was built on buzzwords: Web3, decentralization, paradigm shif

er "fierce independence" right before asking for a fifty-thousand-dollar wire transfer for a "game-changing NFT project." She

it all. Chad was a parasi

to introduce hi

t him and Jessi, not yet. That would come l

ad Peterson, boyfriend of feminist icon Jessi Vance, was a regular at an exclusive, underground poker game in

ait w

the dynamic between him and Jessi. I needed to sha

ed perfect timi

est Hollywood, "The Onyx Lounge." It was the kind of place that screamed new money and d

had tw

f texts. They would start sweet, then turn dismissive, then cruel. He would mention he was with "friends" at The Onyx Lounge and tell her

nd his equally famous "devoted family man" image. My PI's research showed he had a weakness

ckbuster, but the meeting had to be that night. At The Onyx Lounge. I told him to look for my "associate," a blonde

hem. They were already there, circling like vultures. But

public, very messy breakup at The Ony

le hand. I sat in my quiet, perfect home, miles away from the chaos I was about t

e, swaggering in

tor arrive, looking

ut, her face a mask of rage. She was walking direc

hamomile tea. The sh