Happy Death System

Business Empire ?

That night, Samantha started looking into Maxwell's "business empire" from his Instagram, which she got from Sarah. His profile said he was indeed a personal trainer and fitness consultant, working with a bunch of famous muscle supplement brands, complete with product photos and brochures. His account also had tons of Maxwell posing and showing off his muscles in front of a mirror, and of course, lots of women leaving comments.

Samantha scrolled through the comments, feeling totally disgusted and annoyed. When she hit a photo—the latest one, taken just two days ago—of Maxwell training a client: a beautiful blonde, green-eyed, super fit woman in yoga clothes, she saw her name tagged and a huge grin spread across her face.

"Jessica... that dumb woman I ran into at the rooftop bar! She fell for this too. Seriously, doesn't she ever learn?"

She tapped Jessica's tag and opened her profile. It was just selfies of Jessica traveling, at a restaurant with her girlfriends for brunch, and pictures of her fitness sessions with Maxwell. But there wasn't a single photo of her husband, even though her bio said she was married. As she looked around, she saw a link in her bio and clicked it. It turned out to be a locked OnlyFans account, exclusively for donors, with a bank account number listed in the description.

"Hmm... interesting. Let's give it a try," Samantha thought playfully.

She quickly made a throw away account and immediately donated $100 to Jessica's account. In just five minutes, Jessica let her in. Apparently, Jessica was live-streaming at the same time, and of course, she thanked the donation from a man named "Samuel"—who was actually Samantha. Jessica was only wearing thin clothes, so her whole body was clearly visible, and then a man approached her.

Samantha's eyes widened when she saw the man standing behind Jessica, wrapping his arms around her stomach and kissing her neck. It was Maxwell. The donors, mostly men, started hyping up the chat, asking for all sorts of poses from them, and of course, they responded by doing intimate acts, though they didn't take off all their clothes.

"Whoa... this is even better than I planned... but... it's disgusting... ughhhhh!" Samantha tried to fight off her nausea and ran to the bathroom to throw up.

After Samantha came back, she immediately recorded everything and took screenshots of her laptop screen. After that, she closed it because watching the two of them on the monitor made her sick. She walked to the window, peered through the curtains, and saw a Lexus parked in front of Maxwell's house.

"Hmm, he's doing a live stream at his house? Wow... seriously bold," Samantha muttered to herself.

Samantha left her laptop on and sat by the window, sipping warm tea from her cup and keeping an eye on the car she'd never seen across from her house before. About thirty minutes later, she saw two people come out of the house. She turned back to her laptop, and sure enough, the live stream was over. Then she looked back outside and saw a woman walk to the car, escorted by a man. Samantha squinted, sharpening her vision. It was indeed Jessica, and she opened her car door. Before getting in, she gave Maxwell a kiss, then got inside.

"This is good. Now I have proof, but what is Maxwell's business exactly?" Samantha wondered.

She went back to her laptop and closed the window. Then she opened Maxwell's Instagram again, looking for clues about the "empire" he'd mentioned to Sarah.

[Can I help you, Sir?]

"Hmm... later," Samantha replied.

[The account you just saw belongs to Maxwell.]

"Huh?"

Samantha was stunned. She was starting to get curious about what Hades was saying. She closed her laptop a bit. "What do you mean?" Samantha asked.

[The same link is in Maxwell's bio.]

Samantha immediately checked Maxwell's bio, and what Hades said was true: there was a link hidden using a TinyURL. When she opened it, Samantha ended up back on the same OnlyFans account as before, but this time it wasn't locked.

"Oh, so this is what he meant by 'empire'," Samantha mumbled.

[That's right, Sir. He conducts streaming services featuring his clients to find high-paying donors willing to watch the women's acts with him.]

"I see... and Jessica, does she know she's being recorded? From what I saw, she seemed aware," Samantha replied.

[She is aware and she collaborates with Maxwell, but there are others who are not aware.]

"Hmm, I see. So he's building this 'business empire' by manipulating his clients into performing with him and take the donation, if he offered it to Sarah, it means he doesn't care if his clients are married or not. What a terrible person, seriously," Samantha replied.

[Would you like to try it, Sir?]

"Huh... how?" Samantha asked.

[You become his client.]

"Huh... no, don't ever think about that and don't ever give quest related to that, you hear me!" Samantha immediately replied.

[Of course I can hear you, Sir.]

Samantha went back to Jessica's account. She scrolled through Jessica's posts again, then saw one photo—the only one—that showed Jessica with a man around 30 years old who looked pretty ordinary, like a bookworm. A name was tagged in the photo: Ryan. Samantha opened Ryan's account. It turned out Ryan was Jessica's husband, working at a cyber security company as software engineer, and there were many photos of him and Jessica posted there.

Ryan had his work email listed. Without delay, Samantha sent all the OF evidence to Ryan via email from her new fake email that she create just for this purpose, along with a note: "Hi, you don't know me, and we don't know each other. I just wanted to let you know something about what your wife is doing behind your back. I've attached some screenshots for you. Please do what you needs to be done." She then included all the screenshots as attachments. After sending it, she closed her laptop.

[Are you telling her husband, Sir?]

"Yeah, that foolish woman needs to face the consequences. She really doesn't learn anything, she's still entitled and still so selfish. Besides, I'm just giving her husband an information because as a dude seeing the other dude betrayed by his wife, hurts me. Let her husband deal with her, with my information," Samantha replied.

[That's right, Sir. The important thing is that you don't interfere in other people's business.]

"Yeah, I know that. My issue is with Maxwell, not Jessica. But the storm that's about to hit Jessica will definitely drag Maxwell into it too, right? So, kill two birds with one stone," Samantha said with a smile.

[Very well, Sir. You truly are a good match for me.]

"What do you mean by that?" Samantha asked.

[Don't worry about it, Sir.]

"The main thing now is, tomorrow we'll get my baby's DNA test done. Then, once the results are out, I'm calling Jeff," Samantha said.

[Jeff?]

"Yeah, he's a lawyer, even though he's a beast in the ring and we've done some MMA championships together. The reason is, I need to know all the legal steps I can take to completely destroy that guy. And don't forget to alter Maxwell's memory so he thinks it wasn't Melissa with him that night but me, after the DNA results come in," Samantha replied.

[Of course, Sir. That's easy.]