: A Christmas Gift That Was Never Meant to Be Given
Christmas morning was supposed to be joyful, warm, and full of love—but at Larry’s house, peace never lasted long π¬.
One gift. One purse. One decision.
And by the next morning, everything would change.
π A Gift That Sparkled… Too Much
Brooke sat beside Destiny, smiling brightly as Destiny reached for the box wrapped in shiny red paper.
“This one’s from me,” Brooke said sweetly. “Merry Christmas π✨”
Destiny carefully opened it.
The room went quiet.
Inside was a Gucci purse.
Destiny gasped. “Brooke… oh my God π this is beautiful!”
Everyone smiled.
Everyone except Bethany.
π Recognition and Rising Suspicion
The moment Bethany saw the purse, her smile vanished.
Her body stiffened.
Her eyes narrowed π.
She recognized it instantly.
That was the same purse she bought for Brooke.
Bethany forced a fake smile, but alarms blared in her head π¨.
“Ain’t no way…”
“That’s MY purse.”
Destiny happily held it up, admiring it.
“I love it! Thank you so much, Brooke!”
Brooke nodded casually. “You’re welcome π”
Bethany’s jaw tightened.
She said nothing—but her silence was loud.
π A Decision Made in the Dark
Bethany stayed quiet all day, but anyone who knew her could feel it—something was coming π€.
That night, while everyone slept, Bethany stared at the ceiling π.
“I bought that.”
“I paid for that.”
“She don’t deserve that.”
By morning, her decision was made.
She got up early.
No makeup.
No greetings.
No patience π.
She walked straight down the hallway and stopped at Destiny’s door.
Knock. Knock.
π₯ The Confrontation That Crossed the Line
Destiny opened the door, half-asleep.
“Good morning, Bethany…”
Bethany walked in without permission and crossed her arms.
“Where’s the purse?” she asked coldly.
Destiny blinked. “What purse?”
“The Gucci purse. The one Brooke gave you.”
Confused, Destiny retrieved it from the closet and handed it over.
Bethany snatched it instantly π³.
“This was never meant for you,” Bethany snapped.
“But Brooke gave it to me…”
“And Brooke had no right,” Bethany scoffed.
“I bought this.”
She stepped closer, her words sharp and cruel.
“You don’t have the status to keep something like this.”
“You don’t have the means.”
“This purse is above your level.”
Tears filled Destiny’s eyes π.
“That’s really hurtful,” she whispered.
Bethany didn’t flinch.
“What’s hurtful,” she replied coldly,
“is people holding onto things that don’t belong to them.”
She paused at the door, delivering the final blow:
“Next time, know your place.”
π Fallout Waiting to Explode
Bethany walked away clutching the purse, satisfaction written across her face.
“Problem solved,” she muttered.
But what she didn’t realize was this—
she had crossed a line.
And when everyone in that house found out what she’d done π¬π₯
the fallout would be worse than Christmas ever was.
Because some gifts don’t just start drama…
they ignite wars. ππ₯
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