The Social Media Celebrity Asked Me To Be Her Servants

My brother and I were strolling down the street when this influencer and her camera crew suddenly shoved a lens right in his face.

Congratulations, handsome! You've been randomly selected as my lucky passerby! she chirped. A hundred bucks to be my servant for three days!

Without waiting for a reply, she ordered her team to strap an apron and gloves on him and shoved a bucket full of rags into his hands.

"Your first task is to clean the princess's shoes!"

I'd never seen my brother look so utterly ridiculous.

I was stifling a laugh when I noticed the vein throbbing dangerously at his temple.

Oh boy. The Wall Street Wolf was pissed.

Even her timid assistant sensed it, tugging nervously at my sleeve and whispering,

"We're live streaming! Shes the Vance heiress you know, the only daughter of Vincent Vance, the wealthiest man in the city. Cross her, and you'll never survive in New York."

Wait.

She's the Vance heiress?

Then who the hell are we?

I called my dad. "Hey, Papa. Did you secretly remove my brother from the family registry or something?"

"Have you finally decided to leave the entire fortune to me?"

My brother, Lucien Vance, is the billionaire CEO of a multinational enterprise, the so-called "Wall Street Wolf" who makes seasoned financiers tremble.

Right now, he was wearing pink rubber gloves, holding a grimy plastic bucket with two darkened rags floating inside.

The influencer was tittering gleefully into her live stream camera.

"Hey, lovelies! Check out today's lucky winner!"

The chat was going insane:

OMG! The queen is slaying! This guy is insanely hot, but even he has to be her slave!

My brother took a deep breath.

Making him clean shoes? On the street?

"Miss." His voice was low. "I never agreed to play this childish game. Fuck off."

He dropped the bucket. Dirty water splashed onto the influencer's white sneakers.

"Ah!" she shrieked, jumping back.

"Are you blind?! You think you can afford my shoes? They're limited edition!"

Her two bodyguards immediately closed in, shoving my brother roughly.

"Watch your mouth with the young miss! Don't you know who the Vances are in this city? Nobody says no to them."

My brother staggered a step, and his eyes turned terrifyingly dark.

My amusement vanished.

As fun as it was to see him humiliated, if this girl kept pushing, things were about to get very, very messy.

The assistant, must have sensed the killing intent.

She tremblingly pulled my sleeve.

"Miss, please just apologize," she whispered, her voice shaking.

"She really is the Vance heiress, old Mr. Vance's pampered only daughter. Last week, some guy talked back to her, and the next day he was fired and blacklisted from the whole industry"

I raised an eyebrow, studying the haughty woman before me.

The Vance heiress?

Daddy's precious little girl?

I quickly pulled up her live stream on my phone.

The influencer's name was displayed: Luna Liu.

I almost snorted.

Seriously?

A cold smirk touched my brother's lips.

He slowly pulled off the pink gloves and flung them in Luna's face.

Smack.

The sound was crisp in the sudden silence.

"The Vance heiress?" My brother's tone was pure mockery.

"Funny. I don't recall my father having a daughter with such questionable taste."

Luna stood there, stunned by the glove hitting her face.

A few seconds later, she let out a piercing shriek.

"You dare to hit me?! How dare you hit me! Do you have any idea who I am?!"

She turned to the camera, her tears flowing Oscar-worthy drama.

"Did you all see that? He attacked me first!"

The live stream exploded.

The screen flooded with insults directed at my brother.

beat him up! Who does he think he is, touching our princess!

Call the cops! Arrest him!

Emboldened by the online fury, Luna puffed up.

She pointed at my brother's nose.

"You listen here! If you don't get on your knees, lick my shoes clean, and bow three times to apologize, neither of you is leaving this street today!"

Her bodyguards cracked their knuckles, ready for action.

Just as my brother was about to move, I quickly stepped in front of him, blocking his arm.

Don't get me wrong.

I wasn't worried about her.

I was worried he'd put her in the ICU with one punch, and then we'd have a lawsuit on our hands.

"Hold on!" I yelled, pulling out my phone.

"Since you're the Vance heiress, let's verify that right now."

I put the call on speakerphone.

The contact name flashed on screen: Papa.

It rang twice.

"Sweetheart!" My dad's voice boomed from the speaker.

"Calling your old man at this hour? Need more allowance? I just wired two million to your account, go buy yourself something nice"

The voice of Vincent Vance, New York's wealthiest man.

My brother's face darkened.

I cleared my throat and spoke loudly.

"Papa, I need to ask you something. Did you, by any chance, have a secret love child with someone behind our backs?"

"A what?" Dad sounded utterly confused.

"Honey, what are you talking about? Your mom and your aunt are the only women in my life! I swear on my life!"

I glanced at Luna, whose face was now ashen.

I drove the knife in deeper.

"That's weird. I'm standing here with a 'Luna Liu' who claims to be the one and only Vance heiress. Says you're her doting daddy. She wants to make my brother her servant and says we won't survive in this city."

Silence for three full seconds.

Then, my dad's cold, dangerous chuckle came through the speaker.

"Someone's impersonating my daughter and harassing Lucien? How interesting."

"I'm looking into this right now. Where are you? Come home. Don't waste another second on that lunatic."

I ended the call and smiled sweetly at Luna. "Hear that, 'Miss Vance'?"

Luna's face cycled through shades of green and white.

A flicker of panic flashed in her eyes but was quickly replaced by greed and desperation.

She jutted her chin out, sneering at the camera.

"Pfft. As if! Anyone can get some old guy to fake a call! You think that scares me?"

I was speechless. I thought idiots like this only existed in cheesy online novels. Guess I was wrong.

Seeing my silence, she mistook it for fear.

She flipped her hair smugly, her gaze crawling over my brother with naked hunger.

Lucien was wearing a simple white shirt, now stained.

But with those broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, and that perpetually aloof face he was undeniably a masterpiece.

Luna actually swallowed, her look turning sleazy.

"Hey, handsome." She reached out, aiming for his chest.

"I was a bit harsh earlier, wasn't I? Look, just be a good boy and be my personal attendant. The hundred bucks is just a tip. Stick with me, and you'll have sports cars, mansions, the works."

Her fingers were inches from his shirt buttons.

"Don't touch me."

My brother recoiled as if from something filthy, his voice dripping with disgust. "You're dirty."

That one word shattered Luna's last shred of composure.

"You ungrateful piece of trash!"

She waved her arm wildly.

"Get them! Since he doesn't know what's good for him, teach him some manners! Hold them both down. Nobody leaves until my stream is over!"

The two bodyguards lunged.

"Stop!"

The little assistant, Kiki, suddenly hurled herself between us, arms spread wide, tears welling in her eyes.

"Luna, please! Stop this! They they don't seem like ordinary people! What if we're in real trouble"

SMACK!

Luna's hand whipped around, striking Kiki hard across the face.

"You traitorous little bitch! I pay you to do as you're told, not to question me! Get lost!"

Kiki fell to the ground, blood at the corner of her mouth, clutching her face, but she still cried out to us, "Run! Just run! You can't win against her!"

That slap made my blood boil instantly.

I might love a good joke, but I hate seeing decent people bullied. Especially right in front of me.

My brother's eyes changed completely. The last trace of humanity vanished.

He calmly undid his cufflinks, rolling his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, revealing muscular forearms.

"Sophia." He glanced at me, his voice terrifyingly quiet. "Step back."

I knew someone was about to have a very, very bad day.

"Don't kill her, okay, bro? Leave her breathing for Papa to deal with," I said sweetly, taking two steps back and helping the sobbing Kiki to her feet.

The bodyguards clearly underestimated my brother. They lunged with predatory grins.

The next moment

THUD. THUD.

Two dull thumps.

Nobody even saw him move. The two hulking men, each over six feet tall, flew through the air like ragdolls and crashed into a street-side garbage bin, groaning and unable to get up.

My brother brushed non-existent dust from his sleeve and took slow steps toward the now-petrified Luna.

He looked down at her as if she were a bug.

"You were saying something about teaching me manners?"

Luna scrambled backward in terror. Her heel caught, and she fell hard on her backside.

"Y-you stay back! Murder! Help!" she screamed at the camera.

"Someone call the police! He's a maniac!"

The live stream chat went into meltdown. Some cheered, some called my brother a violent thug.

My brother knelt, his long fingers gripping Luna's chin, forcing her to look up.

"The Vance family does have rules."

His voice was colder than ice.

"But the Vance family rule is: nobody gives me orders. Nobody. Except my sister."

"And." He released her face with a look of pure revulsion, pulled a handkerchief to wipe his fingers meticulously before throwing it on her face.

"Impersonating a Vance. Do you think your life is worth that much?"

Luna trembled violently under his gaze, tears and snot ruining her meticulous makeup, turning her into a pathetic clown.

But she was a veteran of the influencer world.

Her resilience was something else. After the initial terror, she realized this was a golden opportunity for sympathy.

She threw herself onto the pavement, wailing for the camera.

"I can't go on! I was just creating content! I'm the Vance heiress!

I've been pampered since birth! I've never been treated like this! You brutes, thinking you can bully a woman just because you can fight! My father will destroy you! The whole internet will cancel you!"