Chapter 2
He slammed the door shut, threw off his blazer, and immediately pulled out his phone.
Elijah Whitmore (MC)
(grumbling)
Stupid book. Stupid Elijah Whitmore. Who even names a dumbass side character after me?
He collapsed on the couch, rage-typing like a man on a mission.
Elijah Whitmore (MC)
Comment #1
(On author's social media account)
Why is the side character named Elijah Whitmore?? Like get a grip, author. He’s a 20-year-old disaster with no braincells. Do better.
Elijah Whitmore (MC)
Comment #2:
Main lead is 35 and dating his bestie’s kid? Jail. Literally jail.
Elijah Whitmore (MC)
Comment #3
As someone who’s ACTUALLY named Elijah Whitmore, I’m offended. I would never simp for a cold, emotionally unavailable man like Aurelius. I have standards, thanks.
He hit post, then posted three more just to make a point. Was he being dramatic? Maybe. But was it deserved? Hell yes.
And if the author saw his comments and cried a little? Good. That’s what they get for dragging his name through fictional filth.
After posting his hate comments like a true internet warrior behind his screen, Elijah tossed his phone aside with a smug little smirk and crashed into bed.
Elijah Whitmore (MC)
(mumbling)
Let the author cry about it. I said what I said.
The next day, he worked like nothing happened—charming smiles, sleek suits, meetings wrapped around his finger like usual.
But by evening? Certified playboy mode: activated.
Elijah strolled into the hottest club in the city, dripped in confidence and cologne, scanning the crowd like a lion hunting his next distraction.
One drink turned to three. A flirty glance turned into dancing. And eventually, he ended up on the balcony, lips tangled with some hot stranger whose name he didn't bother to ask.
But suddenly, the stranger pulled back. No warning. Just fire in his eyes.
Stranger
(darkly)
That’s for all that bullshit you posted about my story, Elijah Whitmore.
Before Elijah could even register the words.
The night air swallowed his scream.
Elijah plummeted off the third-floor balcony.
He hit the ground with a sickening crack—blood pooling under him as club music kept thumping, uncaring, above.
His last thought before everything faded?
Elijah Whitmore (MC)
This is some real fucked up plot twist.
Comments
pickle centre (≧▽≦)
Even the same surname is crazy, good thing I share the same surname with under 1000 people
2025-07-06
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pickle centre (≧▽≦)
the author literally got out of his house, touched some grass and hooked up with his hater 😭
2025-07-06
3
Alex
i have feeling that mc will be in that bl novel
2025-07-08
0