Prologue

My first week in college is life-threatening. Sheez. No. It was a joke. Super boring. I've only got to meet my block mates in my classes and then that's it. Walang interaction at the end of each classes. I do think na ayaw nila ako or may mabahong amoy ako but no, I don't emit bad smel and I'm really good at my hygiene. Hindi lang siguro nila ako bet maging kaibigan o kahit makausap man lang.

On my first week, nagkaroon kaagad ako ng groupings which happen to have a brainstorm with my group mates. Akala ko by that time, magiging kaibigan ko sila pagkatapos ng presentation namin but nope, I was assuming too much of it. Kapag groupings at presentation, hanggang doon lang talaga.

And I don't actually hated them. I'm happy to be alone by myself. Hindi problema 'yon sa akin. I only had a friend--my best friend in High School back then but because we have different schools now, hindi na kami magkasama.

I'm freaking eighteen and I'm delirious about making friends. I should not worry about that. I think.

But my boring college life became outstanding and horrific when I've heard someone when I came over to a frat party which I became invisible to most everybody.

I'm attending as a freshman and taking business major in marketing management and for the first week, it was easy as hell. No biggie. Nothing to sweat out. Everything's chill for me for the mean time. And somehow it all wrapped up when I attend this what I've mentioned earlier, a frat party.

Heading to the kitchen area to grab some juice to drink, I've overheard a group of girls who were relentlessly talking about sex and all. I was so uninterested to hear their conversation but made my interest clique when I heard someone says... I hope someone can figure out if our boyfriends are cheating on us. Like, someone we can pay to do the dirty tricks so on that part, we'll be sure of our relationship. If our boyfriends are cheating on us to another girl.

And at that moment, I've got an idea to spice up my boring college life.

I left that party early and went back to my dorm and created a profile in Instagram where anonymously, I'll be the savior for these heartbroken girls. Or maybe, it is just a good thing na may paglaruan. I know it'll make my time worth. Obviously, I won't do it for free unless it is someone I know. My personal life is at stake here so keeping it safe would my priority.

I named my fake profile-- Vanessa Bieche. And I'm sure people might not figure out that I'm using a stock photo of a girl from another country. I guess, what I did is pretty cool so it can help many girls figuring out if their relationship is worth it or not.

Being alone and having no friends make feel powerful in this kind of act. No one it is me but I'm pretty relevant to those girls who wanted to sneak into their boyfriends.

On my first week, I've had a few, not quite as I expected, but obviously, I'm still making my name known to these girls so if anyone figure out my name, they will try it too. In college, hindi nawawalan ng freshman couples. Some of them even had senior boyfriends so I guess it is easy for me to build my name kung kilala na ang ibang jowa na nila.

Spying, stalking these cheaters, I've made my bank account an amount I didn't expect it to have. But then, my world betrayed me when someone requested to Vanessa Bieche and it became my own game.

I'm pretty much reckon that I can make it and figure out this cheater or I'll just let it go away? How could I be played on my own game? I don't have an escape. I've made the rules so I have to figure it all out.

ASAP!