KATHERINE’S POV
The hotel room felt suffocating, the air thick with tension and the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. My fingers gripped the phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white as I scrolled through the headlines.
The media had wasted no time. Speculation about Franklin’s paternity was everywhere and just as I suspected, the frenzy was only growing. The paparazzi ate me like hungry vultures.
My stomach churned as I read the bold, accusatory titles: “Alexander Blake, CEO of RodaTech has a Secret Love Child?”,
“Katherine’s Return: A Scandal Revisited?”, “Who is the Love child?" Each headline felt like a dagger, twisting deeper into the life I had worked so hard to rebuild.
Hazel paced the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor with every step. Her frustration was palpable, her voice sharp as she broke the silence.
“This has Alexander written all over it, Katherine. You know it does. He’s not the type to let something like this slide. He’s play
