Chapter 708 708



[Warning: Disturbing Content.]

Tommy also heard that Chelsea almost murdered their sons. Her crime was so heinous that everyone on the internet condemned her, and also Vincent Gray, because the rumors about him grew until they became somewhat of slander. 

'Hmm, from what I remember about Vincent Gray. That man is a great man,' Tommy recalled. 'He is too good for Chloe, let alone Chelsea.'

He recalled seeing a few bruises on Chloe's body that she desperately tried to cover up every time she visited his family. So he already knew that Vincent must've been abusing Chloe nonstop.

Sometimes he also noticed that she was wearing thick makeup to cover up the bruise on her face. 

'Eh, that's not really my problem,' Tommy shrugged. 'I mean, for a poor bitch like Chloe, she should be grateful that Mr. Vincent Gray wants to take her in. She should've endured through that beating, so she will be able to keep that title as Mrs. Gray.'

Tommy leaned on his chair, putting his hand behind his head, and looked to the ceiling. He had nothing to do right now, so he usually played games or watched movies on his phone. 

But after doing those many times, he also grew bored.

'Ah, I want to do something more fun,' Tommy complained. 'My life is so easy these days. So I need something to spice it up a bit.'

Tommy scrolled through his phone and realized he had broken up with his current girlfriend.

She was reaching the age of seventeen, an age that Tommy would usually lose his interest in whoever girl he was dating.

He liked them young, fresh, and preferably hairless. You could say he preferred a lolita, a cute teenage girl, to a fully grown adult woman.b 

'Well, I broke up with two of them already. I need to find another girl,' Tommy thought. 'Maybe I should be dating a fourteen year old girl instead. At least she has a shelf life of three to four years before she grows to be another ugly adult woman.'

Tommy usually found those women on social media, either Twitter, Instagram, or Facebook.

He'd usually do a cover-up as a young, handsome high school boy, wanting to find a girlfriend. He'd usually prey on emotionally vulnerable teenage girls, those that had been bullied awfully, or a girl living in a dysfunctional family.

Then he would be the sweetest man on earth, making that girl feel special and well cared for.

He would also send money for the girl to buy something she liked, and after she fell in love completely with him, he would reveal his identity. He gave the girl a choice to leave him or stay with him.

However, there was no way the girl would leave him at that point.

He had already manipulated the emotionally fragile girl to be his girlfriend, submitting to all of his wills. Sometimes they even left their homes and schools just to be with him.

Of course, he also left them after he grew bored of them. After all, it'd be hard to track him when he had plenty of fake names and addresses, so he could always dump them and leave without repercussions. 

'Maybe I should look on Twitter this time. They are usually filled with emotionally unstable teenage girls,' Tommy sneered as he opened Twitter. 

He already made a fake account with a handsome boy as a profile. He then began to text plenty of girls on Twitter and a few more on Instagram, thinking he would eventually find a perfect girl as his next target.

He put his phone down as he waited. Usually, it'd take a while for him to start warming up with a girl or two.

But not this time.

He suddenly heard a notification from his phone. He checked on it, and his brow raised immediately.

There was a reply from one of the girls he texted on Instagram, 'Huh, that's so fast. It usually took me at least the whole day to get any kind of reply. I guess I just got lucky.'

Tommy checked on the reply, and it was from an account named Jessica Miller.

Tommy usually texted so many young girls without looking too much since he didn't really need to see her appearance.

He didn't care if the girl was ugly or not. As long as she was young, it was good enough for him. 

'Jessica Miller, hmm….' Tommy scrolled through her Instagram. She had nineteen posts, mostly about her school life and friends. She was following a hundred accounts and followed by four hundred.

Tommy checked her profile and was smitten by her appearance.

"Holy shit…" Tommy murmured.

He knew he told himself that appearance didn't matter as long as the girl had that youthful teenage look on her.

But this girl—Jessica Miller. She was absolutely gorgeous. 

She had that youthful and cute Lolita beauty combined with her blue eyes, blonde eyes, and pearly white skin. She was the true definition of Lolita!

Tommy swallowed his saliva. He got thirsty just imagining this girl. It looked like she was around thirteen to fourteen years old, probably living in an average middle-class house. 

She had a sweet smile and big doe eyes that made Tommy excited!

'Fuck, I have to get this girl! She looks so young, I bet I can be her first time!' Tommy hurriedly checked the text from Jessica.

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Troy: Hi.

Jessica: Hello, who are you?

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Tommy grinned. He used the fake name Troy, a handsome teenage boy, a quarterback, and the most popular boy in his school.

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Troy: I'm Troy. I just checked your account, and… you look cute.

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It wasn't long before Jessica texted him back, which was a good sign, because that meant she was also into him, and it should be a smooth sailing situation from now on. 

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Jessica: LOL! Thank you so much! 

Jessica: My name's Jessica. I mean, it's obvious since I put it in my profile. But You can call me Jess.

Troy: Cool, nice to meet you, Jess. 

Troy: Hey, I know it's a bit sudden. But I want to ask if I can get your number. 

Jessica: My number? 

Troy: Yeah, it's more fun to text rather than use Instagram like this, right? 

Troy: Unless you already have a boyfriend.

Jessica: I mean, sure! I can give you my phone number. It's xxxxxx

Jessica: And don't worry, I don't have a boyfriend. I just recently broke up with him because he cheated on me. What an asshole.

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Tommy almost screamed out of joy once he got Jessica's phone number. He was also happy to know that Jessica had recently had a bad breakup with her boyfriend. She should be vulnerable enough so Tommy can comfort her and become the new man for her.

It wasn't hard for him to make those girls fall in love with him completely. After all, he could always play it safe, making sure that she felt comfortable enough to tell about her family problems with him.

And once she was completely vulnerable, he would be the hero who saved the day.

'If Jessica stays youthful and cute like this, I might be able to keep her until she is at least twenty years old. Damn, I can't wait to get my hands on her.'

Thus, Tommy moved from Instagram to his phone, and he began texting Jessica while free at work. 

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Troy: Hi Jess, it's me, Troy. 

Jessica: Hi! I didn't know that you'd text me so fast. You sure are eager, huh?

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Tommy frowned. He felt that something was strange with Jessica's last sentence. It sounded like a mockery to him for being so eager, which was something that most teenage girls wouldn't do when they got texted by a handsome boy. 

"Ah, it's probably just my imagination," Tommy tried to ward off his suspicion. He knew that the chance of hitting a girl as cute as Jessica was one in a million, and he didn't want to fuck this up!

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Troy: Haha, of course. I can't wait to text you. I mean, you look so cute. I can't help it.

Jessica: That's so sweet. Where do you live, Troy?

Troy: New York. How about you? Though I don't mind if you live far away, we can always meet as long as it's still in the US!

Jessica: What a coincidence. I live in New York too!

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"Goddamn! What kind of luck do I get in here?" Tommy was so excited that he couldn't help squealing a little. He thought he needed to take a flight just to meet Jessica. 

But who knew that he was so goddamn lucky because Jessica actually lived in New York!

'Damn, I have an easy job with amazing pay, I don't need to take care of those four little devils, and now I will find a girl I can keep for at least six to seven years! With this kind of luck, I should be pulling for the lottery!'