My sister, Chloe Evans, became a shining star, playing a girl tormented by school bullying in her movies. Netizens called her the pristine white rose of the entertainment industry. She’d dive into icy water in winter, just to nail a single scene. Me? I was too delicate. The moment the crew asked me to wear a revealing top, I’d just pull my jacket tighter. After countless times she subtly, darkly pointed out my supposed malice, Furious netizens dragged me to the Public Judgment Tribunal. I was charged with four grave crimes: Violence, Cold-bloodedness, Negligence, and Promiscuity. But I just chuckled into the camera, reaching out to yank on my sister’s long hair. “You’re all so foolish, falling for a born monster.” This was a world where public judgment was rampant. All it took was a hundred thousand netizens petitioning together, and anyone could be sent to the Tribunal. I was a notorious, scandalous celebrity, not famous for my work, but infamous for my drama. Refusing to follow crew instructions, getting exposed for bullying the weak, willingly falling into promiscuity – I was constantly surrounded by negative press. Naturally, I was the perfect foil for my sister, Chloe Evans. Chloe wasn’t my biological sister; we just grew up in the same orphanage. But even so, comparing a pure, innocent “white flower” to a vicious, man-eating flower… Not to mention, Chloe frequently used social media to “encourage” me to be a better person, Deliberately highlighting my supposed malice. Netizens, predictably, were enraged. A hundred thousand of them united, listing my four grave charges. They successfully sent me to the Public Judgment Tribunal. The unyielding, impartial Judge of Truth would determine if my four charges were valid and if I’d go to jail. I sat expressionless in the defendant’s seat. The live chat for the trial instantly exploded. “Stella Stone is actually really pretty…” “Pretty face, rotten heart, that’s her, isn’t it!” “She’s a total bitch! She always bullied our Chloe at the orphanage.” “Hope this trial ends fast, Stella Stone deserves ten years behind bars!” Suddenly, Chloe Evans pulled a little kid with downcast eyes in front of me. “Sister, I hope you won’t be sentenced! The kids from the orphanage and I all hope you’ll be okay.” Watching her struggle to suppress the upward twitch of her lips, I let out a soft laugh. I reached out, gently stroking her silken black hair, then abruptly, violently, yanked it. I savored the pained expression on her face. “Do you think I’m as stupid as them? Do you really think I’d believe a born monster like you?” Chloe gasped faintly, wincing in pain. “Sister, you’re misunderstanding me…” I scoffed, pushing her away. “How can a woman who’s done so many bad things call Chloe a monster!” “Can the Judge please teach her a lesson?!” Chloe’s pathetic acting made me laugh internally, but a whole crowd of supporters willingly let themselves be fooled by her. I watched her feign quiet sobs, my expression indifferent. She truly was a born actress, no wonder she’d hurt so many and always gotten away with it. Chloe Evans, do you know how long I’ve waited for this day?
A video played on the big screen. The former orphanage director, Mrs. Thorne, sat in a wheelchair, tears welling in her eyes. “Stella, I don’t blame you for destroying my legs. Just admit your mistakes…” The live chat went silent for a moment, then scrolled frantically. “Stella Stone is sick, isn’t she? The director was so good, and she ruined her legs?” “OMG, so the director was replaced because Stella hurt her!” Some audience members shouted angry curses at me. Others, furious, couldn’t stop themselves from throwing shoes in my direction. “Heartless monster! Grew up in an orphanage and still hurt your own director!” “Bitch! So cruel to her director and sister! Who knows what else she’s done behind their backs!” “How can someone be so disgusting? Look at her, showing no remorse, it’s infuriating!” The Judge of Truth cleared his throat and had a staff member place a judgment device on me. The device would extract memory fragments from my mind, to be used as evidence in this trial. “Trial begins! First charge: Violence!” Mrs. Thorne also testified that I had been violent towards other children who grew up with me in the orphanage, bullying them on multiple occasions. She even presented a hospital diagnosis from that time. I scoffed. Did they think providing evidence automatically meant it was the truth? My extracted memory fragments began playing on the big screen, allowing the Judge of Truth to deliver his verdict under the supervision of all present. A little girl with two cute pigtails, her soft, pale face filled with anxiety. “Chloe, did they bully you again?” This was me at seven years old. The live chat was momentarily confused. “Stella Stone was this cute when she was little?” “Were she and Chloe Evans this close as kids?” Chloe, tearfully, threw herself into my arms. “Stella, how could they do this to me?” I looked at her torn princess dress, my heart aching. “They’re awful. I’ll go get them. Don’t be sad!” The scene shifted. The little girl, her cheeks puffed out, marched up to a group of kids a head taller than herself. “Liam Hayes, why do you always bully Chloe!” My childish voice rang out. The leading boy looked me up and down. “Little dummy, did Chloe send you to fight her battles again?” I froze for a moment. “What do you mean?” Liam tapped my head. “Told you you were dumb. She ran over to brag about her new dress herself.” “Chloe was just too happy, maybe…” I tugged at my fingers, awkward. Liam sighed. “Alex wanted to buy some study materials, and Mrs. Thorne said there was no money, but then she bought Chloe a new dress… Don’t be too kind, you’re just being used as a pawn.” I didn’t notice Chloe quietly following behind me. But the big screen clearly showed a strange look in her eyes, unfitting for a five-year-old child. It seemed to be jealousy, and perhaps anger. “Chloe Evans’s eyes are so creepy…” “Honestly, a five-year-old doesn’t understand anything. How could Stella Stone be violent towards others?” “Same! She’s still a kid herself. How could she bully other kids? And they seem pretty nice to Stella Stone.” Chloe sat in the audience, watching the live chat with a gloomy expression. Later that night, Chloe dragged me to the orphanage’s bike shed. Two small figures huddled together in the dark. I looked at the large safety pin she handed me, conflicted. “Chloe, this isn’t good! What if something happens?” Chloe smiled sweetly, pushing the pin into my hand. “It’s fine, it’s just to scare them a little! They don’t usually ride their bikes much anyway.” I pulled my hand back. “No! Chloe, I’m going back. Don’t do this either!” Chloe watched my retreating back, then picked up the pin from the ground, her face expressionless.
The next day, Mrs. Thorne suddenly announced a bicycle race. The winner would receive a new set of study materials. I watched Liam and his group, excited, with concern. Glancing at Chloe’s smug face, I secretly approached Liam. Tugging on his sleeve, I stammered. “Don’t ride your bikes, it’s really dangerous.” The boy scratched his head dismissively. “I’m really good at riding. I’ll show you later.” I opened my mouth, about to say more, but Chloe pulled me away. “Chloe, you didn’t last night…” Before I could finish, Chloe clapped her hand over my mouth. She looked around. “Stella Stone, I didn’t do anything, don’t talk nonsense!” Hearing that, I felt relieved, but an accident unfolded before my eyes. As they rode, a rope suddenly appeared on the track ahead. Liam’s bike crashed heavily to the ground, out of control. Alex’s and the other kids’ tires were flat, or their brakes were broken. My eyes widened as I watched them tumble in a heap. Glancing at Chloe’s joyful, childish face, I rushed over to help them up. Mrs. Thorne quickly called a car to take them to the hospital. Watching Mrs. Thorne’s seemingly anxious expression, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The video ended here… The live chat seemed to freeze, then slowly began to scroll after a long pause. “These kids’ injuries weren’t caused by Stella Stone!” “Stella Stone was so cute as a kid, I think she was pretty nice…” “Maybe she turned bad when she grew up!” I listened to the doubts from the audience, my expression aloof. The Judge of Truth gestured for the evidence team to present their proof. On the video, a handsome young man adjusted his glasses. “Hello everyone, I’m Alex Green, one of the kids from the orphanage supposedly bullied by Stella Stone… I think it’s necessary to clarify that all of us who grew up with Stella genuinely like her. The so-called diagnosis online is from our bicycle race injuries! I hope everyone stops spreading rumors and hurting genuinely good people.” The live chat couldn’t believe what they were hearing. “What the hell, this must be a helper Stella Stone hired!” “I think Chloe Evans is the one with issues… didn’t you see her stay in the bike shed that night?!” “Above user, this is a famous designer in the AI and tech industry now.” “Stella Stone just didn’t bully anyone, but she still did other bad things!” The Judge of Truth’s gaze was stern, and his gavel slammed down, sealing the verdict. “Stella Stone’s first charge: Violence, not guilty!” As the Judge’s words fell, Chloe Evans’s hand tightened subtly. The orphanage child she was pinching let out a small whimper of pain. I noticed the commotion she was causing, my eyes turning icy, sharp enough to cut. Chloe Evans, you and your accomplice won’t be smug for much longer!
“Second charge: Cold-bloodedness!” The Judge of Truth tapped his gavel. The trial resumed. I was accused of maliciously setting fire to the orphanage, which resulted in Mrs. Thorne’s legs being amputated. This memory extraction started a few days before the fire. In high school, I had already blossomed into a beautiful young woman. The pretty-faced Chloe Evans linked arms with me. “Stella, I heard a lot of famous entrepreneurs are coming to the orphanage’s donation gala tomorrow night!” I smiled faintly, pulling my arm away. “Really?” I wasn’t as easy to fool as I was when I was little. By this time, I had started to vaguely realize that Chloe’s words and actions didn’t align, and I was gradually distancing myself from her. Mrs. Thorne walked gently into the yard. “Stella, Chloe, dress nicely tomorrow, put on a good show, don’t show any weakness.” Watching her softly caress Chloe’s hair, a flicker of darkness crossed my eyes. Someone in the live chat noticed my expression. “What’s with Stella Stone’s expression? Is she jealous of our Chloe?!” “She’s definitely jealous that the director likes our Chloe!” Soon it was the day of the gala. I, who usually boarded at school, returned to the orphanage to help. While going to the storage room to get vases, I overheard Mrs. Thorne on the phone. “Mr. Sterling, I know your preferences. Don’t worry, I’ll arrange everything.” Standing by the wall, enveloped in shadow, I felt a deep unease. Maya Lee looked at my furrowed brow, concerned. “Sister Stella, what are you thinking about?” I stroked her head. She flinched, and my expression changed. “Has someone been bullying you?” Maya was a few years younger than me, and had only been at the orphanage for a couple of years. She was always good at reading people. When I occasionally returned to the orphanage for breaks, I’d often help her with her homework. Watching her tightly clutching her sleeve, her eyes darting away, my heart filled with questions. I suddenly grabbed her hand, rolling up her sleeve. “What… how did this happen?!” My voice trembled. Maya’s thin arms were a canvas of bruises and angry red welts. Maya cautiously looked around. Seeing no one, she burst into tears, burying her face in my embrace. Listening to her tearful whispers against my ear, my eyes burned, as if about to spill blood. “Can anyone in the live chat hear what the little girl is whispering to Stella Stone?” “Can’t hear it. This situation means her subconscious hid the conversation…” “She’s not planning something bad, is she?!” “Stella Stone’s expression is terrifying.” I followed Maya to her room. Another bed in the double room held a pale-faced girl. My face was grim. Maya met my gaze and nodded fiercely. In the video, I seemed about to rush out. But then I suddenly thought of something and stopped. I turned and poured a glass of water for the girl, bringing it to her dry lips. The audience whispered amongst themselves. “Stella Stone seems quite kind, actually!” “You don’t know her real thoughts, maybe she’s plotting something.” “Don’t forget she’s an arsonist!” At the gala, Mrs. Thorne enthusiastically greeted the orphanage children and donors for photos. Seeing the children’s fearful expressions, the anger in my heart burned uncontrollably. The orphanage grew quiet. Mrs. Thorne, all smiles, led the donors through the dormitories. I hid behind them, my face like frost, watching their sickening, laughing interactions. I gently twirled a lighter in my hand. “Look! She’s the one who set the fire at the orphanage!” “Stella Stone is so venomous! She wanted to burn the donors and the orphanage children to death!” “Is she some kind of sociopath?!” Chloe Evans’s lips curled into a faint smile, her expression serene as she looked at me. Her eyes gleamed with malice as she met my gaze, mouthing the words: *Stella Stone, arsonist, you’re done for!*
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