If you plagiarze I refund the network Chapter 2

Posted by admind, ? Views, Released on January 21, 2025

Even Olivia’s management team and her agency released statements denying any plagiarism, claiming the entire project was their original

creation. I was just a small–time influencer, working alone, with no one to corroborate my story.

Then my boyfriend, Ethan, publicly dumped me, claiming I’d stolen content from other creators before, that I was a serial plagiarist. That was the final nail in the coffin.

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The hate comments intensified, the DMs

became unbearable. My creativity dried up,

brands dropped me, and I was broke. I started

self–harming. The diagnosis came quickly:

severe depression. One sunny afternoon, I

ended it all in my tiny apartment.

Now, I was back. It hadn’t happened yet. I had

to figure out how to stop it.

Clutching at straws, I checked Olivia’s other

social media accounts, hoping to find

something, anything. No luck. She wasn’t one

for sharing her creative process.

Then, buried deep in a photo dump, I saw it. A

familiar flash of metal. I zoomed in. On her left

hand, a distinctive ring. Ethan’s ring. The

custom–designed ring I had given him for our

anniversary. There wasn’t another one like it.

So, Ethan and Olivia were together. That

explained his swift betrayal.

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Forget heartbreak. This was about survival. I

often vented to Ethan about work, sharing my

ideas, my struggles. Had he been feeding Olivia my concepts? It was possible. He’d been “out of town on business” for weeks. And he’d never

let me near his phone. I had no concrete proof.

But this was a start. I sent Ethan the picture,

told him we were over, and blocked him. I

changed my locks, just in case. Then, I sat

down to brainstorm a new video idea. This time,

I’d be more careful.

To be safe, I went in a completely different direction. The “dark fantasy queen” look had

been a departure from my usual soft, girly aesthetic. If that resonated, maybe something

bolder would work even better.

Hours later, I had a script. Something truly

unique. This couldn’t be copied.

Just to be extra cautious, I filmed and edited

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the entire thing at home, telling no one. The

finished product was amazing. I was a genius!

Before posting, I commented on Olivia’s viral

video from a burner account: “Can’t wait for

your next video! Need more of this!”

Olivia replied quickly: “That video took a lot out

of me, so it might be a while before my next

one!”

I replied with a crying cat emoji and breathed a

sigh of relief. She wasn’t planning anything new.

Clearly, she’d gotten the idea from Ethan and

rushed to produce it. Two minds couldn’t

possibly come up with the same intricate

concept independently. Right?

I uploaded the video, wrote the caption, and

was about to hit “Share.” Then, a notification

popped up on my burner account. My blood ran

cold.

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Olivia had posted. She retweeted my comment, adding: “I was going to surprise you guys, but I heard someone might be copying this look, so I wanted to get it out there to protect myself. Wouldn’t want anyone stealing my ideas.”