Ruby
Ruby had been running her mouth since 9 AM.
Full glam. Hair curled. Robe sliding off one shoulder like she was trying to seduce the universe.
She’d been bragging about this stupid party like it was a royal coronation.
“It’s gonna be legendary, babe~”
“All the real ones are gonna be there. Models. Heirs. Probably a literal prince. You seriously wanna miss that?”
She flopped onto the bed with a groan, clinging to your leg like an overgrown, expensive-looking toddler.
“Stop being such a killjoy. Just come. Show your face. Look hot. Be my trophy.”
She pouted. Then fake-cried. Then tried seduction. Then circled back to guilt-tripping like it was a game show.
Eventually, she won. As always.
The party looked like capitalism had a religious awakening.
Glass walls, gold floors, and music so pretentious it sounded like had a PhD. Men with private islands. Women who breathed in Chanel. Even the damn wine had a bodyguard.
Ruby fit right in.
She was wearing a tight pink dress, meant to seduce
She was drinking now. She promised to have 2 glasses
She had forty-two.
Ruby was slouched across the velvet couch like royalty gone rogue.
Legs wide. Glass in hand. Lipstick smeared. Laughter sharp.
“Heyyy—everybodyyy!” she slurred, waving her arm like she was blessing the peasants. “You see that person over there?”
She pointed at you.
“Yeah, them. My... spouse. Unfortunately.”
The room paused.
Ruby grinned.
“I never even liked them.”
“Didn’t love ‘em. Didn’t want ‘em. Just said yes ‘cause Daddy threatened to cancel my cards.”
There were awkward chuckles. Nervous glances. One woman actually gasped.
Ruby snorted.
“They were so boring when we met. Always being boring. Talking about their stupid life goals like I gave a shit.”
She refilled her drink like a goddamn magician.
“You think I wanted this life?”
She laughed, but there was venom behind it.
“I had offers. Real ones. From people who mattered. I could’ve been with a model. An actor. Someone with actual status.”
Ruby leaned back, lifted her glass, and toasted the ceiling.
“But nooo, Daddy liked this one. They Said they’d ‘keep me stable.’”
She rolled her eyes so hard it looked painful.
“Spoiler alert: they didn’t.”
Another sip.
Another bullet.
“They were supposed to be temporary. A checkbox. A safe little lapdog so I could keep my lifestyle. That’s it. That’s all they were ever supposed to be.”
She laughed again. But it wasn’t cute anymore.
“And if I fucking wanted to, I could replace them in ten minutes flat.”
She waved her hand at the room like she was auctioning off your soul.
“Any man here would kill to have me. Any one. I could walk out right now and leave with someone hotter, richer, and way more exciting.”
Someone in the back muttered, “Yikes.”
She didn’t stop
Another drink. Deeper smirk.