Jenny’s POVThe internet was in flames.Every corner of it—blogs, tabloids, gossip accounts, even business forums—carried Rex’s name tied to mine. My face and my life story had become a headline overnight.The Madison family’s secrets weren’t whispered rumours anymore. There was evidence of Affairs and Forged wills. A fortune stolen through deceit. Their empire was crumbling in real time, and Rex was the one holding the match. And all of it was because of me.My fingers trembled as I scrolled through endless posts.Some called me the silent queen, praising me for standing beside him without saying a word. Strangers I didn’t know were writing essays about my dignity, my “strength.” Others painted me as a thief who ruined Rachel Madison’s life, a woman who had taken what didn’t belong to her.I didn’t feel like either. I wasn’t a queen, and I wasn’t a thief. My phone buzzed. Rex: Don’t leave the building. Paparazzi are waiting. Stay put.I stared at the text until the words blurred.He
Rex’s POVThe moment my statement went live, my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Congratulatory texts. Angry messages. Media requests. Investors demanding answers.But my focus wasn’t on any of them.Jenny.I picked up my phone and typed quickly:“Don’t leave the building. Paparazzi are outside. Wait until I clear things up.”I pressed send, my jaw clenched. The last thing I wanted was her getting caught in the middle of this circus.Minutes later, the Madison counterattack came.Their PR machine was brutal. Articles spread like wildfire:“Jenny Walker—the secretary who slept her way to the top.” “Was Rexford Knight manipulated by a social climber?” “Rachel Madison, the true victim of betrayal.”Anonymous accounts posted fabricated “proof”—edited pictures of Jenny with men she had never met, fake screenshots of conversations painting her as greedy and manipulative. Rachel herself went live on a private channel, crocodile tears streaming as she claimed Jenny “stole” her fiancé.The headl
Rex’s POVWhen the statement from the Madison family hit the news, I felt my blood boil.Two weeks to a wedding? A wedding that I never agreed to? A wedding they blackmailed me into? They thought I would stay silent.I grabbed my phone and dialled Charles Madison directly. He picked up after the third ring, his tone smug.“Rexford,” he said smoothly, “I assume you’ve seen the clarification. Don’t worry, we’ll handle the noise. Rachel will be your wife in two weeks, and everything will settle down.”I clenched my jaw, forcing my voice to stay calm. “Mr Madison, let’s make something clear. Whatever you and your family are doing—it ends today. My engagement to your daughter is over. Officially. There will be no wedding.”Silence. Then a sharp, mocking laugh. “Over? You think you can walk away that easily? Rexford, you owe us. Don’t forget who gave you leverage when your company needed political backing. Don’t forget the sacrifices we made. If you humiliate my daughter, you will pay dearl
Rachel’s POVI had never felt humiliation like this before.My face was everywhere. Every blog, every gossip page, every headline. Not because of my so-called “engagement” to Rex, but because of her. Jenny Walker. That nobody.I smashed my phone on the marble floor, my screams echoing through the mansion. My mother rushed into my room, followed closely by my father.“What is it this time, Rachel?” Father barked, clearly fed up with my tantrums.“What is it?” I snapped back, pointing at the TV mounted on my wall. “LOOK at it! The entire country is mocking me. Do you see this?”The news anchor’s voice filled the room:“Last night, Sterling Corporation’s CEO, Rexford Knight, appeared at the Imperial Gala with an unidentified woman. The chemistry between them has ignited social media, raising questions about his relationship with fiancée Rachel Madison…”I could hardly breathe as the clip replayed—Rex stepping out of the car, holding Jenny’s hand, guiding her into the ballroom as if she w
Jenny’s POVI didn’t sleep a second that night.The moment I got home, I kicked off those beautiful heels, tossed the jewelry onto my dresser, and collapsed on my bed with my phone buzzing nonstop. For a second, I thought maybe it was Sylvia blowing up my line. But no—it wasn’t just Sylvia. It was from everyone, Ivan, Lena, Olivia and people close to me.Dozens of messages. Hundreds of notifications.My name, my face and My life was everywhere.The first video I opened nearly made my heart stop. It was me, stepping out of that car, my hand tucked firmly into Rex’s as the cameras exploded around us. I didn’t even recognize myself in that clip. The Jenny in that video looked… powerful. Elegant. Like she belonged in his world.And the comments beneath it? That’s when I realized the chaos had truly begun.@EliteTea: “Ladies and gents, THIS is who Rex Knight has been hiding all along. Forget Rachel, Jenny is the star tonight.”@JennyWalkerFanClub: “Look at her! The way she walks with her
Rex’s POVFrom the moment Jenny’s hand slipped into mine outside that car, I knew there was no going back.I had made my choice.Tonight, I wasn’t just bringing her to a party. I was introducing her to the world—not as my secretary, or as some rumour in a gossip column, but as the woman who had my heart.The flashes from the cameras nearly blinded us when we walked into that ballroom. I kept my palm firm against hers, steadying her trembling fingers. She was nervous; I could feel it in the way her steps faltered slightly, but she held her head high like the queen I knew she was. That alone made my chest swell with pride.Inside, the vultures began circling instantly. Whispers buzzed like angry bees. I could see the confusion in their eyes, their thinly veiled judgments. But I didn’t care. For once, I wasn’t playing their game—I was waiting for their judgment. I played along because of Jenny but not anymore.Then Rachel appeared. Her gown was deliberately scandalous, her diamonds loud.