Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 166

Amelia opened Diana’s chat again. She remembered how Diana’s manager sometimes took her phone, so after thinking for a couple of seconds, she messaged Diana’s backup account, Selfhelper.

Amelia: I had Miranda make you some herbal tea. At least drink one bag before bed, okay? It’ll help you relax and sleep better. I know it’s a little bitter, but be good and finish it.

Diana was hopeless with anything bitter—even an iced Americano made her cringe and complain.

On the other end, a question mark popped up right away, then disappeared. A few seconds later, a new message appeared.

Selfhelper: Why are you still up?

Amelia couldn’t help but laugh. Diana, the queen of late nights, was actually calling her out for not sleeping.

Amelia: I’m about to sleep. Are you filming all night again?

Across the city, in the hillside Maplewood Estate, every light in the huge house was on, as if the night had been banished. The living room was massive and buzzing with loud music, laughter, and bodies moving everywhere. Dozens of young people were letting loose—dancing, gaming, playing pool, just living it up.

Tonight, Nathan had brought a bunch of friends to help Ryan break in the new place.

Ryan himself was stretched out on a couch in the corner, dressed in white from head to toe, one leg bent lazily. He scrolled through Amelia’s message on his phone, his long lashes casting shadows over his eyes.

Too easy.

She really thought he was Diana’s backup account.

Ryan smirked to himself, then took his time replying, typing out each word slowly.

Selfhelper: Can’t sleep.

It was true. He really couldn’t.

But a second later, Amelia called him.

Ryan narrowed his eyes, got up, and walked right over to the sound system. He pulled the plug, and the music stopped instantly.

Ryan stepped out of the elevator into the hallway. At the far end, a huge painting covered the wall: a marionette with its head bowed, strings tight, and a pair of scissors about to cut the string at its neck.

Back in her room, Amelia waited. Diana still hadn’t said a word.

She glanced at her phone. The call was still connected.

So Diana must not be able to talk right now.

Just as Amelia was about to hang up, a message popped up.

Selfhelper: Amelia, tell me goodnight.

As if worried she’d say no, another message followed right away.

Selfhelper: If you do, maybe I’ll finally be able to sleep.