Leon’s POV.The report landed in my inbox just after noon. I read it twice.The smear campaign wasn’t something small and insignificant that could be swept away overnight.No. It was much, much bigger than I would have imagined—organized, timed, and executed with professional planning. Dozens of fake accounts across platforms, all created within the same 48-hour window. Same wording, same hashtags, same talking points. Scarlett was being called unstable, manipulative, and dangerous.And it hadn’t happened by accident.The video itself had been edited—segments cut and reordered. Her confrontation with the man at the reunion looked like she’d staged it. Like she’d coached the guy to attack her. There were even clips spliced in from earlier in the night, making it look like she was smirking about it before it happened.Someone had planned this. Someone wanted the world to believe she was faking everything—including the pregnancy.It wasn’t just petty gossip. It was a hit job, and someone
Scarlett’s POV.I didn’t eat for the rest of the day. I didn’t drink anything unless I saw it sealed myself or watched it being poured from something unopened. I threw out the entire basket with muffins and the pot of tea the housekeeper had served me as well—just in case.You never knew if more of the staff would help themselves to it if it was sent back to the kitchen to be tossed out.I wasn’t risking more people potentially getting harmed because of me.Even the water bottle on my nightstand, the one I always drank from without thinking—I didn’t touch it.I didn’t care if it looked paranoid. I didn’t care if it made people uncomfortable. Someone had tried to kill me, again, and I wasn’t going to act like I was fine.I’d called the hospital an hour after the housekeeper was taken in. I gave my name and explained what had happened. The nurse transferred me to the attending physician. He didn’t say much, but it was enough to put my mind a little at ease.“She’s stable, but unconsciou
Scarlett’s POV.The following day I kept to myself and didn’t leave my room once. Not even to go down for breakfast or lunch—which in turn was brought up for me instead.I didn’t answer calls, either. Most of them were from my father, stepmother, and an unknown number.After the video went viral, I tried to shut it all out, but the silence didn’t necessarily mean peace to me. It gave me more time instead to think about all my problems, and the more I did that, the worse they appeared to me.But I was also under a lot of pressure. The longer I said nothing, the more people filled the gap with their own version of the story. Their own lies.I couldn’t stay quiet any longer. I had to do something.Around noon, I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled myself out of bed and reached for my phone. My hand hovered for a second before I tapped Olivia’s name.She answered on the third ring.“Hey, Scar. I want to ask how you’re doing…” she sighed. There’s no doubt in my mind she had seen the news s
Scarlett’s POV.It was at breakfast, first thing in the morning, that I saw it on the front page of the newspaper. A picture of me at the reunion, caught mid-act pushing over a man—the exact same man I may add that in reality pushed me—taking up almost more than half of the page.I nearly dropped my tea when I saw it as the housekeeper placed it on the table beside me. Catching a slow breath, I placed down my tea and picked it up, only to toss it aside a moment later.Just like the CCTV footage that had been sabotaged, so had the story. I didn’t need to read past the heading to know I was painted as the problem in the feature.Unfortunately, as the day progressed, I found out that it didn’t stop there. The footage and the story was already everywhere—on news sites, gossip channels, blogs, and pages that usually had no interest in people like me unless there was something to exploit. Apparently, this was worth it to them.Eventually, I sat down and watched the full video again. The ver
Leon’s POV.The report came in earlier than expected.Ezra’s voice was steady over the phone, but I could hear the tension under it. “We found the transfer. Fifty thousand. Wired through a shell corporation out of Nassau. Set up two weeks ago, used once.”I stood by the window in my office, looking out over the estate grounds but seeing none of it.“Is it traceable to Dahlia?”“No,” he answered. “Not directly. Whoever built it used a lawyer three layers deep. No connection to the Stones or their businesses. But the timing is suspiciously coincidental.”Too coincidental to ignore. “And so well hidden that someone wouldn’t get caught.”“It appears so, Sir,” Ezra agreed.“Thank you, Ezra. Keep digging and see if you can find anything else on him” I instructed. “Also, follow the legal registration trail of that transaction. Someone handled that money. I want a name.”I hung up, but the tightness in my chest didn’t fade.What kind of people would go this far to destroy someone?Was it beca
Scarlett’s POV.The car was silent on the ride home.Leon didn’t say a word. Neither did I. I kept my eyes fixed on the window, even though I wasn’t seeing anything outside. My hand rested over my stomach. I wasn’t hurt, but I couldn’t shake the pressure in my chest—the weight of everything I now knew.Dahlia had sent him.I’d known she or Caden was behind it. They murdered me in my past life. It didn’t surprise me that one or either of them would sink even lower and attempt to harm me again—or the baby.“She made me do it,” he’d said. “Just hard enough to make her fall.”And that was exactly what happened.Leon glanced over. “Do you believe him? Do you really think Dahlia is behind it?”I didn’t look at him. “Yes.”He didn’t press me for more. But I felt the shift in him. He fell quiet, and he had that thoughtful look taking over his expression.Just as I began wondering what he might be thinking, he reached for his phone and called Ezra on speaker. “Ezra?”“Yes, Sir. What can I do f