The Missing Gucci Purse 💼🔥
The girls were laughing, sipping iced coffee in Brooke’s living room as the sunlight poured through the large window. It was supposed to be a normal, fun afternoon — until things took a turn.
Brooke tossed her shiny Gucci purse on the couch, showing it off like a trophy.
“You guys, look at this baby! Real Italian leather. Limited edition!” she said proudly, twirling the gold chain strap.
Bethany smiled, her voice sweet but sharp underneath.
“Yeah, I know… since I’m the one who gave it to you.”
Brooke laughed.
“True! I swear, Beth, this is the nicest thing anyone’s ever given me.”
Everyone chuckled. But within those laughs, a quiet jealousy sparkled — especially in the eyes of some friends who knew how expensive that purse really was.
After a while, Brooke excused herself to take a call. When she came back, the purse was gone.
At first, she thought it was a joke.
“Okay, guys, who’s messing with me? Where’s my purse?”
Everyone looked around.
Amber shrugged, “Girl, don’t look at me, I was in the kitchen.”
Shayla smirked, “Probably rolled under the couch or something.”
But after five minutes of searching, the truth sank in — the Gucci purse had vanished.
Brooke’s face turned pale.
“That purse was worth over $2,000!”
Bethany tried to sound calm, but her tone carried tension.
“Wait… you’re saying it’s actually gone?”
Brooke nodded nervously.
“Yes! I had my keys, my lipstick, and my bank card inside! This isn’t funny anymore.”
They searched the whole room, but nothing showed up. That’s when the laughter died, replaced by suspicion.
Later that evening, when Brooke was finally alone, she called Bethany.
“Hey, Beth, I just wanted to let you know… it’s really gone. I checked everywhere.”
Bethany sighed dramatically.
“That’s crazy, Brooke. Are you sure someone didn’t take it? Maybe one of your friends?”
Brooke hesitated.
“I don’t know. Everyone was here… even your boyfriend, remember? He came by to drop off your charger.”
There was a pause on the other end.
Bethany’s eyes narrowed.
“My boyfriend? You think he’d steal a purse?”
Brooke quickly replied,
“No, no! I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just saying, he was the last person who came in.”
But Bethany didn’t let that go. In her mind, a new idea began to form — one darker and more calculated.
She sat on her bed, whispering to herself,
“So Brooke thinks my man took it… Maybe I can use this.”
You see, Bethany had always liked control. She’d given Brooke that expensive purse for a reason — not out of kindness, but power. She wanted Brooke to owe her, to be grateful, to be manageable.
Now, with the purse missing, it was the perfect setup.
The next day, Bethany went to Brooke’s house. Brooke opened the door, still stressed and tired.
Bethany hugged her tightly.
“I’m so sorry, babe. I can’t believe this happened. But… I need to ask — did you really see my boyfriend near the purse?”
Brooke looked confused.
“I didn’t see him take anything, Beth. But he was close by when I last had it.”
Bethany sighed, acting heartbroken.
“That’s so messed up. If he did this, he’s not just stealing from you — he’s disrespecting me too.”
Brooke’s eyes softened.
“I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding.”
But Bethany’s tone turned colder.
“No, Brooke. I’m not letting this go. I’m going to the police.”
Brooke froze.
“Wait — the police? Isn’t that too much?”
Bethany shook her head.
“Too much? He stole a $2,000 purse. That’s grand theft. If he’s innocent, he has nothing to worry about, right?”
Brooke didn’t know what to say.
When Bethany left, a small smirk crept across her face. Everything was going according to plan.
That evening, she called her boyfriend, Michael.
“Hey, we need to talk,” she said sharply.
Michael sounded confused.
“What’s wrong?”
Bethany snapped,
“Did you take Brooke’s purse?”
“What? No! Why would I—”
“Don’t lie to me!” she cut him off.
“She said you were there, and now it’s gone. Do you realize how bad this looks?”
Michael’s voice grew defensive.
“Beth, I didn’t even touch that bag! You’re really gonna believe her over me?”
Bethany stayed silent for a moment, pretending to think. Then she said softly,
“You’ve been acting strange lately. Maybe I should believe her.”
Michael slammed the phone down, furious. But Bethany just smirked again.
“Perfect,” she whispered.
“Now Brooke will think I’m the victim, and I’ll make sure Michael stays far away.”
The next morning, Bethany filed a police report — officially naming Michael as a suspect. Brooke was shocked when she found out.
“Bethany, are you sure you want to do this? What if it wasn’t him?”
Bethany crossed her arms.
“Then the police will clear him. But I’m not taking chances.”
Brooke looked uneasy.
“I didn’t want it to go this far…”
Bethany leaned in closer, lowering her voice.
“Brooke, this isn’t about your purse anymore. It’s about trust. I can’t be with someone who might steal from my friends.”
Brooke stayed silent, realizing how cleverly Bethany had turned everything.
Weeks passed. The purse was never found. Michael stopped talking to Bethany completely, heartbroken by her betrayal. And Bethany? She finally got what she wanted — control.
Brooke, feeling guilty, tried to comfort her.
“I’m so sorry, Beth. I never meant to cause this.”
Bethany smiled faintly, pretending to forgive.
“It’s okay, Brooke. Maybe this is how we find out who truly belongs in our lives.”
But deep inside, Bethany was satisfied. She didn’t care about the purse anymore — it had served its purpose.
She had successfully blamed her boyfriend, distanced him, and tightened her hold on Brooke through guilt.
In her mirror that night, Bethany looked at her reflection and whispered,
“Control… always comes at a price. But it’s worth every penny.”
And somewhere across town, Michael sat alone, wondering how a missing Gucci purse had cost him the woman he thought he loved.
Meanwhile, Brooke never realized the truth — that the real thief wasn’t the one who took her purse… but the friend who had stolen everyone’s peace. 💔
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