Exposing The Nepo Baby Who Called Me His Sugar Baby

At two in the morning, a message suddenly popped up in the company's WhatsApp group: "Two days ago, she was playing the innocent sweet girl right in front of me. Today, she hopped straight into the passenger seat of a multi-million-dollar luxury car." "Do girls these days have any self-respect left at all?" The chat blew up instantly. Everyone began asking who it was. Instead of naming names, he played the mystery card, spitting venom: "Some girls really have it easy, don't they? Flash a fake smile, spread their legs, and boom, a designer bag!" "The rest of us bust our asses working nine-to-five, barely affording a corner deli sandwich for lunch. Meanwhile, she's being wined and dined at five-star restaurants every single day without spending a dime." "I seriously don't get it. What's wrong with honest hard work? Why throw yourself at some old geezer who's old enough to be your father? Doesn't she feel sick to her stomach?" Finally, he posted an infuriated voice note: "To that gold digger: I know you're reading this." "I did my homework. That old bastard has a wife and kids. Don't sell your soul to be a side piece just for a few stupid bags!" I couldn't stand the nonsense any longer, so I typed a calm reply: "Spreading baseless claims without proof is defamation. Watch your mouth." The next second, he tagged me directly. "@Stella Vance, I tried to save you some dignity, but you just had to out yourself, didn't you?" "I'm talking about you, you disgusting homewrecker!" I froze. He was talking about me?! Staring at my screen, I literally laughed out of sheer fury. That "old geezer old enough to be her father"... was literally my biological dad. Messages kept flooding the chat like crazy. Ethan Miller wasn't holding back on the insults. "Cat got your tongue? You were so vocal a second ago!" "Guilty conscience kicking in, huh?" "How does it feel being a rich man's sugar baby?" "What's it like sleeping with a walking corpse? Fun, isn't it?" ...... Staring at the vile garbage on the screen, my vision went dark with rage. I almost lost my temper and typed a string of curses. "Who the hell are you?" "Do I even know you?" The company WhatsApp was set up by HR for general work announcements, so most people used nicknames. I genuinely had no clue who was behind the screen. "Oh, playing the clueless virgin again? If you don't know me, why did you send me your private photos?" Now I was completely baffled. I had zero memory of this guy! I had only been at this company for a little over a month. Aside from keeping my head down and working on my project, I barely socialized at all. Besides, I had a fiancé. I naturally kept my distance from male colleagues. Sending private photos to some random guy at work? That was something I would never do in a million years. "Did you mistake me for someone else?" I weighed my words carefully before hitting send. He replied almost instantly. "Mistake you? Quit acting! It's you, and you know it!" "Stella Vance!" My mind went completely blank. My fingers trembled with anger. Just then, my phone vibrated. A direct message on SnapChat from Chloe Adams. She had joined the company on the exact same day as me. "Wow, Stella, I had no idea you were this kind of girl~" "You always seemed so quiet and modest, but who knew you had a thing for sugar daddies?" "How do you even hook up with men that rich?" "Drop some tips, will you?" I took a deep breath and fired back rapidly: "Don't bother. Billionaires have standards, and you wouldn't make the cut." "Besides, I've known billionaires since the literal second I was born." She spat out an insult calling me a fake bitch and went silent. Ignoring her petty jealousy, I tagged Ethan Miller directly in the main chat. "Who are you? What gifts did I supposedly take from you? When was I ever a side piece?" "Do you realize that what you're doing right now is illegal defamation?" "You have twenty-four hours to issue a public apology. Otherwise, we'll settle this at the police station." The next morning, the moment I walked into the office, my manager, Brenda Carter, stormed over in a panic. She pulled up last night's chat logs, her face dark as a thundercloud. She slammed her phone down onto my desk and aggressively poked my shoulder. "I didn't check the chat for one single night, and you go and stir up this kind of mess!" "Let me ask you straight. Do you even want this job anymore?" First the disgusting slander, now this unprovoked hostility. No matter how patient I usually was, my tolerance had run out. "Me stir up a mess?" "I'm the victim here! I don't even know who that guy is! He's..." "He's Ethan Miller! Richard Miller's son!" Brenda cut me off impatiently. "Do you realize who you're dealing with now?" "Go into that chat right now and apologize to Ethan." I frowned, completely lost. "Who is Ethan Miller?" I wasn't trying to act superior. That name genuinely did not exist in my memory. Seeing my blank expression, Brenda threw her hands up in frustration. "Will you stop playing dumb already?!" "If you don't know him, why the hell did you send him your pictures?" Right on cue, new notifications popped up in the WhatsApp group. Ethan Miller was playing the wounded martyr. "When I buy drinks for my bros, they actually hang out and shoot the breeze with me!" "I took our precious Stella out for dinner, and she had the nerve to call me broke!" Chloe Adams immediately jumped in to back him up. "Well, duh! Her standards are way too high for normal guys now!" "She only goes for men old enough to be her grandpa!" With those two setting the tone, colleagues, some familiar and some total strangers, started piling on. "Why isn't Stella saying anything?" "Honestly, I'd love to ask her, aren't you scared of getting beat up by the man's wife?" "Why would she be scared? Look at the age of the guys she goes for. Their wives are probably in retirement homes. Can they even lift a hand?" Beside me, Brenda noticed my silence and pushed harder. "Hurry up! Send Ethan a proper, humble apology right now." "Otherwise, you can kiss this job goodbye!"Her threat wasn't subtle at all. The subtext was crystal clear: apologize, or get fired. I didn't care about the job. I had only taken it in the first place because I was bored at home and wanted something to pass the time. But I cared about my reputation. I hadn't done a single thing wrong, yet some creep I didn't even know was branding me as a gold-digging homewrecker. There was no way in hell I was swallowing this disrespect! Suppressing my fury, I forced myself to stay calm and systematically took screenshots of every single defamatory message in the group. Gathering evidence was step one. Because I didn't reply immediately, Ethan got even cockier. He dropped a photo into the chat. It was a shot of my back as I was stepping into a car. A Rolls-Royce Ghost my dad had bought about a year ago. "Stella Vance, didn't you claim I was making things up?" "Take a good look, everyone. Who is this woman?" Chloe instantly replied with a thumbs-up emoji: "I sit right next to Stella. That brown designer coat is definitely hers." Other coworkers joined the frenzy. "Damn, so the rumor about a gold digger in our office is officially confirmed?!" "Obviously! Notice how she suddenly went mute in the chat?" "Bet she's about to quit and delete her account." While everyone was gossiping, Ethan tagged me three times in a row. "Stella Vance, even though you've been used by some old creep, I'm not a heartless guy. If you come crawling back to me, I'll still take you." Once Ethan flexed his status as the boss's son, several suck-ups in the department rushed to flatter him. "Holy shit, that ride must cost half a million! How loaded is that old man?" "Ethan really is the bigger man here. What a gentleman!" "If you ask me, girls like that are trash! She'll definitely cheat on you later!" "Let her try! I'd beat her senseless if she did!" Beside me, Brenda poked me again. "Did you hear me? Apologize to Ethan right now!" I inhaled slowly. "That car belongs to my family. My dad came to pick me up and take me home. Is there an issue?" A second later, Ethan sent a voice note. He let out a sneering, sarcastic chuckle. "Your dad? You mean your sugar daddy, right?" Brenda glared at me, exasperated. "Are you deaf? I told you to apologize!" She reached out to snatch my phone, but I blocked her arm firmly. Behind us, Chloe covered her mouth and giggled maliciously. "Hey Stella, I just have one question." "Does that old geezer of yours smell like a nursing home?" Before the laughter could spread, the sharp wail of a police siren echoed from downstairs. The room froze. Brenda turned pale, staring at me in shock. "You called the cops?!" I let out a cold smirk. "Why wouldn't I? Did you expect me to just stand here and let you slander me?" When the officers arrived, they took down my basic information and turned on their body cameras. Under the camera's lens, I handed my phone over and walked them through every single message in the group chat. I stated clearly that this was targeted, malicious defamation and sexual harassment. After getting the rundown, the officers had security locate the infamous Ethan Miller. When we found him, he was sitting on a couch, glued to his phone, furiously typing away in the chat. Seeing the uniforms, his eyes flickered with a hint of panic. "What's this about?" The officer didn't waste words. "Do you know Stella Vance?" Ethan let out an arrogant scoff and nodded. "Of course I do." "She's my ex." Hiding behind the officer, I couldn't take his lies for another second. I stepped forward, confronting him directly. "Ethan Miller, what kind of sick lies are you spewing?" "I don't even know you! You dare lie to the police right to their faces...?" Mid-sentence, I stopped dead in my tracks. Because the man standing in front of me wasn't a stranger. In fact, I recognized his face all too well..."It's you?!" The words slipped out of my mouth, confusing the officers for a second. "So you do know each other?" Ethan blinked rapidly, seizing the moment. "See? I told you!" He walked over, casually throwing an arm toward my shoulder. "Right, babe?" I shoved his arm away in disgust. "I don't know him!" "He harassed me before. Does that count as 'knowing' someone, Officer?" When I first joined the company, Ethan was working as an entrance security guard. Out of basic politeness, I nodded and said a quick 'good morning' whenever I passed the front desk. A few weeks ago, I left work early and accidentally overheard him bragging to his buddies that I was head-over-heels for him. "If she's not into me, why does she say hi every single morning?" "Let me tell you, man, girls who act shy on the outside are the wildest in bed!" "Just wait till I nail her, I'll show you guys the proof!" Hearing that made me want to throw up on the spot. I didn't even know what his name was! From that day on, I completely stopped acknowledging him. When I gave him the cold shoulder, he lost his mind. He started popping up everywhere, following me around and trying to talk to me. In the cafeteria, he had the audacity to demand that I buy his lunch. After several uncomfortable run-ins, I completely lost my patience. I had our family chef pack me a lunchbox every morning so I wouldn't have to step foot in the cafeteria. Chloe had mocked me for that, calling me a pretentious snob who thought she was too good for cafeteria food. Remembering all this, I clenched my fists. "Officer, his defamatory lies are documented fact. I want a written public apology posted directly into the company chat." The request was entirely reasonable, and the officers nodded in agreement. But Ethan wasn't having it. "What did I lie about?" "You did get into that old man's car, didn't you? And that man has a family, doesn't he?" His pathetic attempt to deflect made the officer shake his head. "Ethan Miller, I suggest you quit while you're ahead. She's giving you a graceful way out. Take it, or we can handle this at the precinct, and it won't be pretty." Hearing the precinct mentioned, Ethan finally shut his mouth. After a tense silence, he glared at me. "Fine! I'll apologize! But you have to return the gifts I bought you first! And compensate me for all the money I spent on you!" I looked at him in total bewilderment. "What gifts did you ever give me?" "And when did you ever spend a dime on me?" Ethan gave me a sneering look. "Playing dumb again?" "That lollipop! Aren't you going to give it back?" His words instantly dragged a ridiculous memory to the surface. A while back, I had gotten so sick of him shadowing me that I gave him an ultimatum to leave me alone during my lunch breaks. He agreed, but with one condition: "I'll back off, but you have to buy me a coffee first." I handed him a fifty-dollar bill just to get rid of him. Half an hour later, he came back holding a cheap dollar-fifty lollipop. "There was a buck-fifty left over. I didn't want to waste it, so I bought you a treat. Pretty sweet of me, huh?" I was buried in work and didn't even look up. By the time I remembered it, Chloe had already snatched it off my desk and eaten it. "Also," Ethan continued shamelessly, "I spent three hundred and twenty-eight dollars eating at the cafeteria just to sit near you! You owe me that money!" I literally barked out a laugh. Even the police officers looked utterly exasperated. The lead officer gave him a stern warning. "Either you apologize to her right here, right now, or you're coming with us in handcuffs. Pick one."Scared of getting arrested, Ethan reluctantly swallowed his pride and typed an apology in the group chat. The colleagues who had joined in on the slander quickly followed suit, offering awkward, generic apologies. Whether they meant it or not, I at least felt some vindication. But the moment the police left, Brenda walked over. "Mr. Miller wants to see you in his office." Before walking away, she gave me a gloating smirk. "You crossed his only son. If you think you're going to survive in this company now, you're dreaming." I ignored her and walked into the executive office alone. Ethan was already inside, glaring at me like I had murdered his dog. Richard Miller looked just as hostile, though he masked it under a thin veneer of corporate authority. He waved me over. "I heard about what happened. Ethan was out of line." "You've forgiven him now, right?" I gave a curt nod. Satisfied with the response, he offered a fake smile. Then, he pointed to a massive stack of thick project binders on the side table. "Since the personal issue is resolved, let's talk business." "I need all of these audit reports compiled and analyzed before the end of the day. We need them for tomorrow's board meeting." "That's impossible." It was a blatant setup, and I refused without hesitation. Richard didn't bother pretending anymore. "Impossible, huh?" "Then get out." "Ethan, escort her to payroll to collect her final check." Cold, blunt, and straight to the point. I arched a brow. "You're firing me?" "I don't think you have the authority to do that." "I don't have the authority?" Richard chuckled as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. "Why don't you test that theory and see if I do?" Before I could say another word, Ethan shoved me out of the office. By the time I reached my cubicle, my personal belongings had already been swept onto the floor. Chloe was happily going through my desk drawers, shooting me a triumphant look. "Keep acting, why don't you? Weren't you acting so high and mighty a minute ago?" "Why so quiet now?" A ping on my phone confirmed the formal termination notice. Fine by me. There was nothing in this dump worth staying for anyway. Walking out of the building, I dialed my dad's private line. "Dad, drop the partnership with Apex Global. Go with Pacifica Holdings instead." My dad hadn't even considered a mid-tier firm like Apex Global in the first place. The only reason they were on the shortlist was that I happened to be interning there. "Whatever you want, sweetheart. It's your call." I didn't want him to worry, so I kept the nasty details to myself. In my mind, once I walked out those doors, this petty chapter was closed. I didn't want to waste another ounce of energy on those clowns. Back at my penthouse, I took a long hot bath, curled up on the plush sofa with a glass of wine, and queued up a new drama series. Right at the climax of the episode, my phone rang. The caller ID showed Marcus Harrison, the CEO of Apex Global. His voice was overly polite and walking on eggshells. "Is this Miss Vance?" "Speaking," I replied smoothly. My dad always listed my number as the primary point of contact for external business ventures. No matter how many times I protested, he refused to change it. 'We're in business, Stella. You have to learn how to deal with partners,' he always said. Remembering his words, I kept my tone icy. "Is there something you need, Mr. Harrison?" His voice sounded nervous, tinged with desperation. "Miss Vance, I'm calling to ask... why did Vance Enterprises suddenly pull out of our partnership discussions?" "Did we do something wrong?" "We can fix it! We will tailor every term to your exact specifications!" I swirled the red wine in my glass. "It has nothing to do with your company's capabilities." He gasped. "Then... then what is it?" "It's because the people in your company are rotten from top to bottom." "A guy named Ethan Miller told the entire office I was being kept as a sugar baby by my own father."