I Quit Fried Chicken for Good

On the day I vomit blood while eating on a livestream, I rise to the top in the platform streamer rankings.

My older brother, Julian Everhart, bursts into my room, kicks over my streaming equipment, and violently shoves me to the floor.

My fiance, Dominic Pierce, tells everyone on the livestream that I'm just trying to attract attention and rake up the views by faking my illness.

In an instant, I get cyberbullied by everyone. The Internet users keep leaving malicious comments and cursing me to die.

All of my photos are crossed out. Someone even dumps silver acid onto my front door.

What everyone doesn't know is that I will die in three days because of Wolf Soul Deterioration.

On the day I die, I start the livestream for the final time.

Tens of millions of viewers rush into my stream instantly and begin cursing me out for my lack of morality. They bash me for faking my illness just to gain popularity and attract attention.

But the next thing they know, my heart monitor flatlines right away. Everyone begins panicking instantly.

Julian and Dominic shift into their wolf forms instantly and rush toward the hospital desperately begging me not to die.

I guessed the bleeding in my stomach came from drinking too much alcohol and eating too much steak. After all, ever since I lost my wolf, my body's functions had kept declining.

The viewer count on my live stream quickly broke through one million. The comment section flooded with concerned messages. It seemed there were still people in this world who cared about me.

I felt happy. With such high viewership, I could make it onto the platform streamer rankings and win the prize money. Then, I could arrange a decent funeral for myself.

Just as I was about to speak, a heavy slap landed on my face. I collapsed to the ground, stars exploding before my eyes. My brother, Julian Everhart, stood to the side, glaring at me furiously. He was the one who hit me.

"She's just faking coughing up blood to get more attention." Dominic Pierce's voice cut through the air.

When I looked at him, his expression was cold and indifferent.

"That's right, don't believe her. Go watch Chloe instead. She won't deceive everyone for views."

How absurd. I coughed up blood, yet they were still promoting Chloe Monroe.

"I'm not faking," I said with difficulty, enduring the severe pain in my stomach.

But by then, the tide in the comments had already turned. The viewers who cared about me moments ago now hurled insults instead.

"Oh, my God, I actually thought she was sick."

"She's so vain. Faking coughing up blood just to get famous!"

"We shouldn't waste our time on someone like this!"

"Let's go watch Chloe's stream instead!"

Within minutes, my viewer count dropped by more than half. Then, my livestream got shut down because someone reported me for fake streaming.

I wouldn't be getting the prize money today. My dream of arranging a decent funeral for myself shattered.

"Wipe that blood off yourself. It's disgusting to look at!" Julian said, staring at me with disgust.

Dominic didn't spare me a glance either. In their eyes, the blood on me was all fake.

"Stasia, Chloe's birth mother is sick. She needs this prize money more than you do, yet you still tried to compete with her. So, don't blame us for being heartless today," Dominic said coldly.

Who would have thought this was my boyfriend of five years? He was the man who used to pursue me relentlessly, who promised to make me his mate. Now, he was speaking up for my so-called best friend.

After they left, I coughed up another mouthful of blood. Bright red blood splattered across the white tiles. Suddenly, I remembered what the healer told me two months ago.

"Don't you have family?" Joseph Chaser asked.

"They don't want me anymore," I answered with a bitter smile.

He seemed surprised. He wasn't the first person to react that way. Every time I said this, people thought I was joking.

After all, everyone knew the youngest daughter of the Everharts was adored by her entire family. How could they possibly not want me?

But in my heart, even though my family and fiance never explicitly cut ties with me, it was close enough. My best friend Chloe had unknowingly stolen the love of my brother and fiance.

Afterward, she told them I nearly killed her trying to win the livestream prize money. They all believed her and felt sorry for her.

Even my mother thought Chloe was more like her real daughter than her adopted one. Chloe was thoughtful and considerate, while I was worthless.

Even worse, years ago, I caused my father's death. So they wished I would just die. I used to have Dominic, but now he had been taken from me too.

"You have Wolf Soul Deterioration. You have two months at most," Joseph said gravely.

I swallowed a painkiller to keep myself conscious. Just then, Mom texted me.

"Your father's death anniversary is coming up soon. I don't want to see you these few days. Don't come home."

I couldn't help but laugh. I was always such a sinful person. They'd probably be happy when I died.

Later, Chloe somehow found out about my condition. That day was my birthday, and she came to my room with a malicious smile on her face.

"You have Wolf Soul Deterioration, don't you? Are you planning to tell them? Just wait and see. I'll make everyone hate you!"

Then at dinner, she told everyone she saw me hire someone to forge a Wolf Soul Deterioration diagnosis. She showed them the forged document.

At first, I argued that it wasn't forged, that it was real. They panicked for a brief moment, but the next second...

"Stasia, you're a werewolf. The diagnosis can lie, but the bond can't lie."

Chloe put on an expression of helplessness at my lying. Then, I watched Mom's and Julian's expressions shift from panicked worry to fury.